Chapter 3: Logan, you did...
Spencer lived litle over a block away from Logans house. as he walked he wondered, how would cleo react? She was allways a worrier but she needs to stay strong. Maybe if she gets interviewed it will get him more sponsers, now logan was worried. worried that spencer wouldnt get sponsors at all.
Suddenly an explosion rang out from the derection of his house, "what?.." Logan ran back the way he came, suddenly he was hearing eight's voice, she became clearer and clearer, and just as suddenly his legs went out from under him.
"Hiya boss,"
"Hi eight, please be quick i need to model the cliffs"
"you know those spruce tree textures we ordered?"
"Yes what about them-" eight held up a large white cillender and pressed the switch on its side, suddenly the cillender was alive with motion and colors then it settled into a beatiful brich texture, complete with small holes where wood peckers wouldve hacked away to find bugs hidden inside.
"What, Is, This?"
"Its, the textures. Someone must have ordered them wrong..."
"Who was in charge of the textures? I know your the architect, so it would have been-"
Eight interupted and hesitantly told him "Logan, it was you..."
"What? But, I dont remeber that. You must be confused-"
"Logan. You arnt sleeping, you've put in your all and you arnt giving yourself any slack. The president will surely understand that,"
"Your one to talk. You dont have the human equivelent of a icesickle bearing down your neck"
"And you dont have any chance of survival unless you get sleep,"
"but,"
"If you dont fall asleep on your own, then take some medicine. So dont think of using that as an exscuse"
"Fine, but tomarrow we fix the blizzard function."
"of course sir"
Logan had retrurned to his apartment again for the first time in a week. He splayed down on his bed and quickly fell asleep, but dreams were plauged by the crack of whips and the presidents scarf. When he woke he finally felt like himself again, the bags under his eyes were gone and his abnormally pale complextion had returned to being lightly tanned.
"morning, ■■■ ■■■ ■■■■■ ■■■■"
what? the words were blurring together, then Suddenly he woke up, again?
standing to the side him was the silowette two people talking. Logan couldnt make out what they were saying and he didnt ask, he could tell that this was not good news.
The fact that he was chained to a table told him that.
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