Chapter Two
The door banged open, and Moctor swirled around. A tall, thin girl stood frowning at him. Moctor gulped and automatically hunched over so he wouldn't look so intimidating to the girl. It wouldn't do for the girl to start freaking out. Not yet anyhow. He had to find the hidden book first.
A few months ago, Moctor's grandfather, the illustrious Herbert T. Fall, taught him a much needed lesson on how to assess an adversary so he could quickly strategize on how to get the upper hand. Moctor never had a chance to practice this in real life and wondered whether it would help him get out of this jam. And would it work on a girl?
"Just what do you think you're doing?" the girl asked, raising an eyebrow. Moctor turned quickly back to the window and tried to get it to open. “It won’t open from the inside,” the girl said to him.
“Who are you?” Moctor gasped at her, his eyes searching desperately for an exit, finally landing on the door the girl came through.
Her thin lips twitched and she scratched her nose absentmindedly. "You first," she demanded.
"I'm--I'm Nate," Moctor babbled.
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