The Waiting Game

“Phew. That’s the last one.” Frost said as she finished setting up a bear trap. She stood up, and brushed herself off. “Now, to get in position.”

She walked away from the bear trap, and towards a large doorway. When Frost got to the doorway, she stopped, looked up at the large American flag on the wall, and performed a mock salute. “God bless America.” The Canadian said, snickering to herself as she walked through the doorway, and into the meeting hall.

“Ah, the perfect spot.” She said, as she walked towards the stage at the end of the room. She vaulted over the couch that sat in front of the podium, sighing as she sprawled herself across the plush, plaid piece of furniture. “And now, we wait.”

After a few minutes of lying on the couch, Frost yawned, and smacked her lips. “Hmm. Maybe I can get in a power nap…” she said, as she sank further into the couch.