-- Secrets of RPC -- A RPC Story -- Chapter One --

“Anna! Anna!” Someone shouting my name urgently caused me to lose my concentration and turn to glance toward the source of the disturbance.
“What-” I was cut off abruptly as something whizzed past my ear. I jumped back, wide-eyed and startled.
Danny’s laughter echoed throughout the spacious training area as I realized what had whizzed past my head, nearly slicing off my ear in the process. “That!” Danny snickered triumphantly.
“Danny!” I whined, my hands on my hips as I stuck my tongue out at him sourly. “I could’ve caught that!”
Lauren held the dagger up, the one Rebecca had thrown for me to catch, grinning slyly. “Sure, sure,” Lauren laughed, high-fiving Danny.
Rebecca tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear, rolling her eyes, “You guys, we’re training, unlike some people,” Her pointed gaze was directed at Danny and Lauren, who were doubled over laughing at Rebecca and I’s expressions. Either their laughter was infectious or Rebecca and I looked pretty awesome, because even Kayla and Zeke (otherwise known as Blanx and Suburbia) were trying to stifle giggles.
Jacob just patted Rebecca on the shoulder, “Oh, loosen up,” Jacob grinned when Rebecca relaxed her stiff, annoyed stance.
“That could’ve sliced my ear off!” I complained, picking up my waterbottle and taking a swig, my glasses sliding down to the end of my nose as I scowled at Danny.
“Oh, lighten up, and stop giving me the Look,” Danny complained, grinning broadly at me.
“The Look?” I quirked an eyebrow questioningly.
“Oh, you know, the stern-old-librarian-that’s-secretly-a-murderer look? That one,” Danny said with a straight face.
I was about to retort, when our pagers all went off in unison, vibrating loudly. I reached for mine, but Lauren was already ahead of me.
“It’s Boss, he wants us down in his office, pronto,” Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.
Danny was wide-eyed, a slow grin spreading over his face, “We’ve got a mission. Finally!”
Rebecca shook her head, before proceeding to put her hair into a messy ponytail and sighing, “This ‘oughta be good.”