
The cops were infiltrated by Wobblies? That would be pretty weird, if it was true. But maybe it was true. The world was pretty weird.

“What happens when we tell everyone at school to show up on the right date? It’s not like they’ve got the tightest game in the world. They’re kids. Cops’ll find out for sure.” Shirelle said it but I was thinking it, too.

Antoine made a face. “Yeah. Thing is, we got to be tight about this. We got the same problem, but not with school kids, but all the other people we want to show up. These Wobblies, they said, maybe we just don’t tell anyone about it in advance, instead we invite them over for dinner or whatnot, out for drinks, and then we just drag ’em along, make ’em bag their phones. Surprise!” He made a face.

“Hell of a surprise.” Shirelle side-eyed him.

I surprised myself: “What if we pretend it’s something else, like a party at someone’s parents’ house. Everyone’ll come out with their stuff offline, because they won’t want to get busted for underage drinking and that, and then we’ll bring ’em to the party. We just invite the ones who we trust to keep their mouths shut.” Shirelle was about to jump in and say something, but I held my hand up. “No, wait. It could work. Thing is, what if there was a party at someone’s house, and we just diverted some people from it, caught ’em before they arrived, got ’em ready, drove ’em away. We could say it was someone else’s party, not us, no one would know who was organizing it so no one could snitch on us afterwards—”

Shirelle had the biggest smile right then, and she made twinkle-fingers at me, which meant I agree and Hell yeah and when I was done, she said, “Who do we get to have a party?”

That was both harder and easier than it sounded. Easier, because there were only three kids whose parents were out of town that night. Harder, because those kids sucked. Two were Junior Chamber of Commerce and couldn’t be trusted. One was Ale Martinez, who
The cops were infiltrated by Wobblies? That would be pretty weird, if it was genuine. But possibly it was true. The world was reasonably weird. 

 “ What happen when we tell everyone at school to express up on the correct date? It ’s not like they ’ve got the tight game in the world. They ’re child. Cops’ll find out for sure. ” Shirelle suppose it but I was thinking it, too. 

 Antoine made a face. “ Yeah. Thing is, we got to be taut about this. We got the same problem, but not with school child, but all the other people we want to show up. These wobbly, they said, possibly we just do n’t tell anyone about it in advance, instead we receive them over for dinner or whatnot, out for drinks, and then we just drag ’em along, make ’em bulge their phones. Surprise! ” He made a face. 

 “ Hell of a surprise. ” Shirelle side - eyed him. 

 I surprised myself: “ What if we pretend it ’s something else, like a party at someone ’s parents ’ house. Everyone’ll arrive out with their stuff offline, because they wo n’t want to get tear for minor drinking and that, and then we ’ll bring ’em to the party. We just invite the ones who we trust to keep their mouths exclude. ” Shirelle was about to jump in and say something, but I held my hand up. “ No, wait. It could work. matter is, what if there was a party at someone ’s house, and we just diverted some people from it, caught ’em before they arrived, contract ’em ready, drove ’em away. We could say it was someone else ’s party, not us, no one would know who was organize it so no one could snitch on us afterwards — ” 

 Shirelle had the biggest smile right then, and she made twinkle - fingers at me, which intend I agree and Hell yeah and when I was do, she said, “ Who do we have to have a party? ” 

 That was both harder and easier than it voice. Easier, because there be only three kids whose parents were out of town that night. hard, because those kids sucked. Two were Junior Chamber of Commerce and could n’t be trusted. One was Ale Martinez, who

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The cops were infiltrated by WObblies? ThaT woulD be PreTtY weiRd, if It was true. But maYBe it Was true. The world was pretTy weiRd.

“wHat hAPpEns whEn we telL EvERYonE aT sChoOl TO sHow up On tHe right Date? It’s not LikE tHey’ve got the tIGhTest game in The World. They’re kIds. cops’ll FiNd oUT for sUre.” shireLle saiD It but I Was thinkiNg IT, too.

AnTOine madE A FaCe. “YeAh. Thing is, we got to bE TiGHt about this. We gOt the sAmE PrOBLem, But Not with schOoL kids, BUt all thE OtHER PeoPLe we want to shoW up. These WobBLieS, they sAiD, maYBe we juSt don’T tELl aNyone about iT in aDvance, insTead we INvite thEM over foR dinneR or WhaTnot, OUt FoR drInKS, anD ThEn wE JusT drag ’em aLoNg, Make ’eM bag THEIR phoNes. surpRise!” HE made a face.

“HelL of A surPRisE.” ShirElle sIde-eYeD him.

I SurpriSed mySeLf: “What if we preteNd it’S somethinG elSe, LikE a Party AT someoNe’s ParEnts’ houSe. EveryONe’lL cOME OuT with their stuff offLiNE, BeCause theY won’t wANt To GEt busted FoR unDeraGE DrinkIng aND tHat, and thEn we’ll BRiNg ’Em to the PaRty. We jUsT inVitE the oNEs whO we truSt to keep Their MOuths shut.” ShireLLe was about to jUMp IN AnD Say sOmeThing, but I heLd my HAnd uP. “No, wAIt. it cOUld woRk. ThiNg IS, wHAt if there was a party aT sOmeone’S housE, and we just divErted some pEOPLe from it, CaugHT ’eM Before they arriVed, goT ’em ready, drOVe ’em away. we couLd say it wAs someone ELSe’s party, Not Us, nO onE woULD kNow who was orgaNIZing It So no one CouLd snitcH on Us aFteRwaRdS—”

Shirelle Had the biGgEsT sMiLe rIght tHEn, and she MaDe tWiNklE-fingERs at me, Which MeanT I AgREe aNd Hell yEAh AND wheN I WaS donE, shE sAid, “WhO do wE Get To have a Party?”

That Was BOth hArDeR and easIer than it sounDeD. Easier, becAuSe tHere weRE Only threE kids whose parents were ouT Of town tHat Night. hardEr, because ThoSe kids SucKEd. Two wEre JunIor ChAmBer OF commeRCE aNd cOuLdn’t be trusTED. OnE was ALe martInez, who

The cops were infiltrated  by Wobbli es? T hat  wo ul d be  pre tty weird, ifi t wa s true. But maybe it w as tr ue .  The wo rld w as pret t yw e ird .
“ Wha th ap penswhe n we te ll everyon e a tschool to sh o wup on therig ht date? It’ s n ot lik ethe y ’ve g otthe t ightes t  gamein the wo rl d . They ’ re kids . Co ps’l l find out for su r e. ”  Shirelle said  it bu tI  w a s  th ink ing it, to o. 

Ant o ine mad e  a f a ce. “Yeah. Thingis, we gott o b e tigh tabo u t this . Wego t  th e same prob lem,  but notwith s c hool ki d s, butall th e o the r pe o pl ewewa n t t o  s how up.  These W ob bl ies,they s a i d, m ayb e we  just  don’t tell a nyo ne a b out  it i n adv ance ,inste ad weinvit ethem over for d inne r or what not ,out  f or dr i nks, a ndthe n we ju st drag ’em  a l o n g,  make ’em bag thei rp h on es. Surp rise!” He  m a de a fac e. 

“ Hell o f a s urpr i se .” Shire lle si d e- ey ed him. 
I surp ri sed  my self: “Wha t if w e preten d it’ s  something els e , like a part y  a t so m eone ’sparents’ ho use. Ever yone ’ ll  co m e out  with  t h ei r  stuff offline, bec au se the y won ’t want to ge t busted f o r underage  dri n ki n g and that, an d the n we’ll br i ng ’em t o the  party.We just i n v ite theone s w howet r us t to keep the i r  mou th s shut. ” S hirelle  wa s a bou t t ojump in a nd say s om et hi ng , b ut Ih eld my h an d u p.  “N o, wa i t. Itcould  wor k.  T h ing  is, wh a ti f  the re  w as a  pa rt y atsome o ne’ s house , and wejus t  div er te d somepeople from i t,  caught ’e mbef ore th e y  arrived , got ’em ready, drove’ em away . W e cou ld s ay it was  so meoneels e ’s par ty, no t us,  n o o n e  woul d kn owwh o was orga n i zin g itso  noone cou ld snitch on us af t erw ards—”

Shire lle  had t he  bi g ge s t s mi l e r i g ht then, and sh e made twi nk l e- fingers at me,  w hich me ant I a greea nd Hell  yeah and  when I w as  don e ,  sh e said, “W ho do we  get to h a ve ap ar ty?”
Th at was  b oth  hard er and eas ier t han it  s ounded . Eas ie r, becau se there were only thre e kids  whos e p arents we reo utof town t hatnight. Har der , b ecaus e t h ose k idss uc ked .  Twowere Junior Ch a mb ero f  C ommerce and c o uld n’t b e t r usted.  One  was Ale Martinez ,  who

The cops_were infiltrated_by Wobblies? That would_be pretty_weird,_if it_was_true. But maybe_it was true._The world was pretty_weird.

“What happens when_we_tell everyone at school to show up on the right date? It’s not like_they’ve_got the_tightest_game_in the world. They’re kids._Cops’ll find out for sure.”_Shirelle said_it but I was thinking it, too.

Antoine made_a_face. “Yeah. Thing_is, we got to be tight about this. We_got the same problem, but not_with school kids,_but_all_the other people we_want to show up. These Wobblies,_they said, maybe we just don’t_tell anyone about it in advance, instead_we invite them over for dinner_or whatnot, out for drinks,_and then_we just drag ’em along,_make ’em bag_their phones._Surprise!” He made_a face.

“Hell of a surprise.” Shirelle_side-eyed him.

I surprised_myself: “What if we pretend it’s_something_else, like a_party_at_someone’s parents’_house. Everyone’ll come_out_with their_stuff_offline, because they won’t want to_get_busted for underage drinking and that, and_then we’ll bring ’em_to_the party. We just_invite the ones who we_trust to keep their mouths shut.”_Shirelle was_about to_jump in and say something, but I held my hand up._“No, wait. It could work. Thing_is, what if there_was a_party_at someone’s house,_and_we just_diverted some people from it, caught ’em_before they_arrived, got ’em ready, drove ’em_away. We could say_it_was someone else’s party, not us,_no one would know who was_organizing it so no one_could_snitch_on us afterwards—”

Shirelle had the_biggest smile right then, and she_made twinkle-fingers at_me, which meant I agree and Hell_yeah_and when I was done, she_said,_“Who do we get to have_a_party?”

That_was both harder and easier_than it sounded. Easier, because there_were only three kids whose parents were out of_town that night._Harder, because those kids sucked._Two_were_Junior Chamber of Commerce and couldn’t be trusted. One was_Ale Martinez,_who