Dear Diary,
It has been really long since I last made a post. I haven’t been on any mission yet, except being the mission’s controller for the nuclear power plant one. I am going to be posted over to this quaint little island where, supposedly, those Greasy oil plant people have set up a hideout.
A pilot will fly me there in a jet plane at approximately 0330 the day after tomorrow. Cody is coming! We will receive maps of the hideout and we need to infiltrate the building at 0545. Then we must get out by 0830, that is when the office people start coming in.
We need to deactivate as many oil stuff, those…those…those thingummies which produce the polluted oil and destroy then tamper with the wires in the main control panel-sabotage.
I think Russell and Janetta are mission’s controller this time. He and Janetta are going to be texting us about the main points of the mission. The mission was classified under low risk because no weapons are involved. Unfortunately, the risk has turned up one notch because we just realised that those oil people have AK-47s and 14-mm mini pistols.
Cody and I will be armed with static guns if necessary. Static guns are basically these small handhelds which have battery charges taped to the bullet hole. When you pull the trigger, a static jolt should project forward and zap the enemy. If you get a close-up, hold it to the person’s neck, it’ll act exactly like a taser that way.
Our pilot’s name is Harrin Jurgernfiels. He is Irish-German. He’s muscly and he was enrolled in OB at 9 years old. He has super strength and extreme navigation skills so they set him up for the job.
When I have the time this afternoon, maybe at 6 o’clock, I’ll visit Anna and Jesse. They have these newborn babies! So adorable!!! I’m thinking of getting them each a rubber chewer, those you cool in the fridge for the kiddo to chew on.
Cody is busy working on his Arithmancy. The new school term is really busy. Especially since I have triple Spanish every Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday. And then I have double Algebra every Monday and Thursday and as if that’s not bad enough by itself, I am in higher-Algebra. Higher-Algebra is the hardest.
My job as “goalkeep” in Quidditch maintains. Without Jesse, Ella, Teddy and Hazel still train with me. It so happens Pizza has French remedial on that day so she can’t make it. Fortunately. It’s enough with Ella and Teddy blowing up the stock-room. With Pizza-forget it.
I hope this mission will really rock. I wish May were on it too. The last one she had was a tiny one to a lighthouse on the Scottish shores where she had to find out the location of a Grease relation, not much fun eh?
See ya!
April
