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NAOTMD 27-33Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Duke's feet trudged slowly toward his room. Melancholy descended once Dive's statement had sunk in. "Waiting for the right girl huh?" He sighed to empty air. "Yea, been there done that," His fingers slipped across his eye patch. "Got the scar to prove it."
Once inside he climbed into comfy flannel PJ bottoms and a black tank top. He tossed his club wear into the clothesbasket and grimaced as he noted how much the pile had grown. "Look's like there's a laundry day somewhere in my near future," he thought flopping down on the bed stomach first.
As he lay there, phantom memories nagged at him in the silent room. It was times like this when he really missed Trace. He glanced at his digital clock, 2:30 a.m. He rolled off the bed with a grunt and began stuffing his clothes in a duffle. His mind needed occupation and there was nothing better for that than menial chores.
On his way to the elevator he poked his head back into the Rec. room. Nosedive was snoring away while
NAOTMD 21-26Chapter Twenty-One:
At the same time Mallory was having her conversation with Tanya, Wildwing was undertaking the challenge of getting his younger brother to listen to him for once in his life.
"Dive I just don't know what else to do with you," Wing sighed. "I've let this go as long as possible but, I'm really up against it here." He dropped wearily into his leather desk chair. "If you can't finally get serious and act like a responsible member of this outfit, as Team captain I'm gonna have to do something drastic." Wing's stare was hard but not without a hint of remorse in it. He hated having to pull rank on his baby brother like this.
Nosedive nearly leapt out of his chair as the implication of those words sunk in. "Whoa Bro! That's so heinously uncool!" Dive protested raising his voice. "I know what I did was beyond boneheaded but way to be harsh sib. I mean you know what happened yesterday. I'd been up almost twenty-four hours straight. Doesn't that count for something?"
"I took th
NAOTMD 17-20Chapter Seventeen:
Connor sighed and ran a weary hand through his blue-black hair. It hadn't made even a dent now that he could see. He'd held her for a brief moment and never once had she let it happen again.
A soft thump against his door drew him up off the bunk banishing his grim mood. There was no need to wonder who could possibly be at his door this late. "Showtime," he thought with a smile. As he and Trace had suspected Ali and Jordan stood waiting on his threshold.
"Ladies," he commented graciously. "What a surprise."
"Hiya Connor. Ya busy?" Ali asked.
"Never too busy for you," he replied the words directed solely at Jordan as he motioned them into the room. Sitting on the other side of his trunk, he absently placed random items of gear into it as the girls nervously took a seat on his vacated bunk.
Jordan tried to appear blasé about Connor's obvious flirtatious remarks as Ali tried to get to the point.
"Well to be frank about it Connor, um the re
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