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Kirsten met her friends at lunch and
they whispered around a table at the back of the mess deck while they picked
at their food. "Yeah, but what if she's
lying?" Po Li said. "No. When I'm that close I can
always tell," Kirsten said. "And Silver just sat there like a lump
the whole time. Mechata doesn't like Dr. Soo, but she didn't do it. I just
wish she hadn't overwritten her copy of the models. We have to keep looking." "At Quimby?" Cindy said. "I don't think I could tail Quimby
for very long," Cherise said. "Yeah, 'specially not to the
head," Po Li said. She giggled, and Cherise scowled at her. "You guys can't follow anyone
anywhere for a couple of days," Angie said. "You've got that
survival exercise tomorrow." Cindy nodded and frowned. "How are
we supposed to do any homework over the weekend if they drop us in the middle
of the jungle?" "It's for your own good,"
Angie said. "If I get shipwrecked somewhere, I sure wouldn't want it to
be the first time I ever got along without three hot meals a day." "Why is it whenever I have to do
something really yucky, somebody tells me it's for my own good?" Cindy
said. "Chill up, Cin," Po Li said.
"We'll have plenty to eat. We'll barbecue some of those big tree
lizards. Cherise can practice being less obvious when she hunts for
them." "If I had a stun gun we'd barbecue
a wild Prune," Cherise said. "Barbecued fruit? Ick!" Po Li
said. "Anyway, I think you have to hunt them with a pointed stick." Cherise leaned across the table toward
Po Li. Kirsten grabbed her hand. "Enough, guys," Kirsten said.
"I just want to get back without getting lost in a swamp or falling in a
river or something." Silver nudged her chin with his head and she
glanced at her wrist chronometer. "We've got the briefing in ten
minutes." "Have fun," Angie said. "You'll get your chance next year,
"Kirsten said. "I can't wait, "Angie said,
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