Group meeting

“So, we need to establish a plan of attack.”

Tina had a hardened expression on her face and her arms clasped behind her back, like a general addressing her troops. As soon as the lunch bell had rang she marshalled you and Marcus over to a corner in the cafeteria and began to go over what she had figured out.

“First, we need info on cults. I did some searching online last night, but it was all basic shit about new age groups and indoctrination. What we saw last night seemed more like witchcraft or a black mass,” she pointed to Marcus, “so your job is to research as much occult stuff as you can,” she then pointed to you, “and your job is to research the history of the town. Maybe there are reports of stuff like this from a hundred years ago or whatever.”

You made a face. “Why do I have to do the boring job?”

“Dude,” she leveled you with a look, “your family has been in this town forever. No one will ask questions if you start looking into it’s history.”

Despite your misgivings, you couldn’t really argue with her logic.

Tina nodded, pleased with your compliance and then returned to her little speech. “The next thing we need to deal with is Stacy. I don’t know if that bitch has any idea what her old man is up to, but she’s a source of information we have to exploit. We need to get close to her.”

Marcus raised a hand awkwardly. “How do we do that? She hates your fucking guts....in fact, I think everyone in her social circle hates you. Like, wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire level hate.”

“You’re right, but that’s why I’m not going to be the one to approach her,” a Cheshire grin spread across Tina’s face, “we’re going to honey trap that bitch.”

There was a full minute of complete silence as the two of you stared at your friend, trying and failing to comprehend what she was implying. Then, like a jolt of electricity up the ass, you understood.

“That’s only slightly less idiotic,” you pointed out. “Stacy and everyone else knows we’re friends. Why the fuck would they want to give us the time of day?”

“Don’t sell yourselves short. I’m sure if you lay on the charm they’ll at least entertain the idea. Marcus has that jock thing going on that a lot of those airhead sluts love, and Mike you’re,” she looked away for a second as a faint blush coloured her face, “you’re ...cute.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that, but luckily Marcus spoke up and cut through the awkwardness. “So you want us to just approach Stacy or one of her friends and just put the moves on them? Hope that we can get some juicy cult information from pillow talk?” He frowned. “Not a great plan Tina.”

“It’s all we got right now, ok?” She huffed, crosses her arms. “Get to work on the research and then we’ll see what happens, yeah?”

None of you were particularly happy with the plan, but you figured that it was a start. The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch and slowly everyone began to lumber back to their lockers like a horde of zombies. You made to join them when a hand grabbed your sleeve.

“Hey, Mike, can we talk a minute about last night?”