"Brin. Brin! BRIN!"
I wake up to Mikey shaking me. "What?" I say still drowsy.
"We're landing." He says pointing out the window.
When we get off the plane I check the chat room for any new information. "Connor said in the chat room that he'd be holding up a sign saying 'The Marxers' so look for it." I tell Mikey.
We look around for about 5 minutes before seeing the sign. We run up. The man holding the sign is a tall, black man long arms. "Are you Connor?" I ask him.
"No. But he'll see you two at the camp." He whispers to us. The man leads us to a red pickup truck and tells us to put our stuff in the back. "You kids look awful young. How old are you?" He asks.
"I'm 14" I tell him, "and he's 13."
"You brotha n' sista" He asks us.
"Yeah." Mikey says.
We get to the camp and get out of the car. We take our stuff and see other people in camo.
"Welcome to Houston." Says someone behind us.