IC Day 11 - Trouble!

You have seen these girls. They are on Green Team, but you do not know them. Why are they here? What are they doing? They roughly shut the curtain to make sure nobody sees.

One is a strong, muscular blonde. The other is a smaller girl with more tanned skin. They both speak English. The blonde is American, but not the other one.

“OK, Ingrid. Here’s what you’re going to do,” the blonde says in your ear. She’s behind you, and the other girl is in front. The booth is very small, so you’re packed in there tight.

The other girl holds up a futuristic-looking syringe. “You’re going to give that to Adella. We know you’re fucking her,” the blonde says.

“What?” You are so lost.

“We know!” the other girl whispers fiercely.

“No,” you say weakly.

“You have to do this, Ingrid.” The blonde presses the syringe into your palm. “Take care of it. I know you will. Show her.”

The other girl holds up a photograph in front of you. It’s an adorable, gray puppy with a sad expression.

“Here’s what happens if you don’t do it,” the blonde threatens.

The other girl pulls out a pair of scissors and snips with it menacingly. She moves them toward the photo of the puppy.

You gasp.

“You would not,” you say, appalled.

“What? We wouldn’t hurt a puppy? We’ve done worse,” the blonde says, unconcerned.

You open your mouth to speak, but that’s when notice something hard against your bottom. You turn your head to look questioningly at the blonde, who blushes.

“There’s no room in here and you have a sweet ass,” she says, embarrassed. “Focus!”

The other girl snips the scissors, making a scary noise.

“You understand?” she says.

“You stick that in Adella, or you know what’ll happen. And don’t tell anyone.”

They let go of you and leave the changing room. You stand there, shaken. Your heart races, and the syringe is in your hand. Should you call the police? Very worried and unsure what to do, you leave the store and go back to camp. You want to call Angela, but they said not to tell anyone. They must have followed you to the store… maybe they’re following you now.

Very creepy.

At camp, Adella comes up to you the second you step into the Lodge.

“Are you OK?” she asks.

“Yes,” you lie. It looks like everyone here is having a quiet day. The rain patters on the Lodge, and girls lie around on their phones or watching the big TV over the fireplace. Bee is in the kitchen handing out mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Adella obviously doesn’t believe you. You panic and rush upstairs, back to the room… which was not a great idea, because Adella just walks in a second later. Right. You can’t really run from her to this of all places.

She’s trying not to laugh.

“Please,” she says. “What’s wrong? Was that too much last night? I’m sorry.” It looks like she really means it. Your lip quivers.

You break down and tell her everything. She looks shocked.

“A picture of a puppy?” she asks, scratching her head. “How do you even know there’s a real puppy? Were they in the picture?” She makes a thoughtful face, and you are aghast.

“How can you take the risk?” you ask.

She stares at you. “OK,” she says finally, taking the syringe from you. “So they want to make me sick. Maybe they know something we don’t about next week.”

“How do we save the puppy?” you ask her, keeping your voice low in case Green Team is listening.

“Like this,” Adella says, and jabs herself in the leg with the syringe, then injects it. She throws it in the trash as you stare in horror.

She shrugs at you.

“I can beat them even if I am sick,” she says. “Green Team is nothing compared to us.”