Far from the Tree
Make it count, Wade, Im not kidding! Kim demanded as she walked to her car, the rage still lingering in her voice even after having taken the time to go home and change into her mission gear.
I dont know what to tell you, Wade replied, through the Kimmunicator, sounding quite perplexed as he ran his battery of scans. No flight trajectories, no radar, nothing. Its like she just vanished off the face of the earth.
Oooooooooh no, Kim shuddered angrily. That little brat is DREAMING if she thinks shes getting away with this!
Aw, and they say daytime talk shows are dead, Max commented jokingly, dressed in his own mission outfit as he attempted to console a worried Rufus with soft pats.
Keep it up, buster, and pretty soon it wont be my lips doing the talking, Kim menaced through her teeth, holding a tightly clenched fist in Maxs direction.