Wow. I hate my life.
Okay, let me say it in this way. I hate my life right now. Not only am I a rogue agent, but now I'm a betrayer to my friends, and there is still a possibility that we could be wrong about Mr. Drails's intentions.
It really seems to not be worth it here.
But I was already deep into the wound of this entire mission so might as well continue out. I was just doubting the prizes of this thing because this wasn't looking so fun anymore.
It had been a week since that happened, so we continued to get a lot of updates from Dr. Mord. The BMO moved their deal to next Friday, meaning that he had a deadline to get to.
We managed to get our homework sent to us by some connections, so I spent most of my time trying to keep myself sane from all the work that was just piled upon me from the computer.
But hey, it could be worse.
