After the time at the YMPA, I had another thing beating in my head. But it is far inferior to the stress I had during chasing the convoy.
That dumb trick.
Although this time, Greg headed to my house, because Mom found it quite a problem coming back at like eight. She knows I'm going to Greg's house, but she doesn't know the actual reason.
A knock sounded at the door. I rushed out of my room, steadily running down the stairs, before I opened the door.
There was no surprise in seeing him, being the fact it was planned. Greg walked through and gave a brief gesture with head up the stairs.
I nodded, and we went up.
We entered the room, and with no time to waste–before the door even closed–he pulled out his secret computer, and his mouth opened for a long presentation.
"Alright, so I looked at any sort of secret bases in Mexico that might be a part of some sort of spy mage agency," Greg said.
"Did you find any?" I asked him.
