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| The normal twenty minute ride that it normally took to get to the large mall only took ten. All in all, Cassie had ran three stop signs and two red light, much to the horror of Lance, who sat in the passanger side seat. �Almost there.� Cassie muttered to herself as she swung into the mall parking lot, almost tiping the car on it�s side. �Please god, let Justin be alive.� After a few quick minutes of searching, Cassie spoted Justin loading his purchases into his vehicle. Gently he closed the trunk before looking for the right key that would start his car�s engine. Seconds later she had pulled the car to a screeching halt, sending everyone forward. �JUSTIN! NO!� She shouted as she jumped out of the car and grabbed his keys out of his hand, much to his surprise. �Cass, what are you doing here. And no what?� Before she could awnser the rest of the guys approaced, their faces white after the ride to the mall. �Justin man, are you alright? Cassie was saying that you were in danger.� Lance asked as he looked over the younger man. Justin gave him a quizical look. �I�m fine. No danger here.� He awnsered back, his brow furrowed. He then turned to look at Cassie. �Cassie, what�s going on?� �You... your car...� She stuttered, not wanting to revel to them about the bomb that was hidden somewhere, set to go off the moment Justin turned the key. All the guys were looking at her, waiting for an explination. �What about my car?� Justin�s eyebrows shot up to his forehead as he glanced back at the car, looking for a scratch or any other imperfection. Cassie sighed wearly and told them. �There�s a bomb.� The people who surrounded her gasped. �It was set to go off as soon as you turned the key to start it.� �Wha- what?� Jusitn stuttered, his face pale. Cassie didn�t explain again, just told someone to call the poilce and to tell them to bring someone with them from the bomb squad. After Chris pulled out his cell phone, she turned and returned to her car and slipped into the driver�s seat. Without turning the vehicle on she layed her hands on the stearing wheel, and then her head on her hands What was happening? That was the second time she had had a dream about Justin�s death, and that upset her greatly. Someone was after Justin. Someone wanted him dead. And she had a horrible feeling that someone wasn�t going to stop untill they succeeded. She lifted her head as the passanger side door was opened and Joey slid in next to her. For around a minute he didn�t say anything, just stared out the window at his four friends who stood outside the car. �Cassie. What�s going on?� He finally asked. �I- I can�t explain now.� She said as she fixed her crystle blue eyes on him sadly. �Yes you can Cass, you have to explain.� His brown eyes met her blue ones, a slight spark of anger present. �You can�t just tell us that Justin�s car was rigged with a bomb and then not explain how you knew.� �Joey I...� She stared down at her hands and began to pick at the hem of her shirt. A tear feel down her face as she lifted it up to meet his eyes again. �Please understand, Joe. I can�t explain. Not yet, not now.� Joey sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes. It was all to much. Had Justin really been in danger, or was Cassie just overreaching about something? No, it couldn�t be that. He had never seen Cassie as scared as he had when she ran out to them at the house. There had definitally been something wrong then. But a bomb on Jusitn�s car? And if there was a bomb, how had Cassie known about it? �Well whenever you explain it�s going to have to be soon.� He stated as he and Cassie watch the uniformed officer and who they assumed to be a bomb specilist step out of the squad car that was parked next to them. �I know.� She agreed softly as she watched the bomb specilist lift up the hood of Justin�s car and begin to examan it carefully. After a few moments he lifted his head, a thin sort of smile on his face. He nodded to the police officer to confirm what Cassie had originally saw. A bomb. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ He watched from his spot standing under the awning of the foodcourt, where it was shady. �Shit.� He cursed aloud, drawing a nasty glare from a mother who tugged on her young sons arm a little as she passed by him. He watched as the bomb specilist carefully disabled the bomb that he had wired into Timberlake�s car. He had so hoped to be able to watch him get blown to smitherins. It hadn�t happened. He took out a cigrette and lit it, taking a long drag from it before lowering it. He watched as a girl steped out from a different car, her arms wraped around herself as she approaced the group. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at her and then cursed again. It was the same girl who had stoped him from killing Timberlake the last time. Her straw blonde hair was long and blowed in her face as a light breeze blew. She began to push it behind her ear, and then gave up as she relized that it wasn�t going to stay where she wanted it to. She wasn�t very tall, only about five foot three or four. She was slim and athletic, and didn�t look to be any younger then twenty or any older then twenty-three. A smile curved on his face. She was pretty. To bad she would have to die. |