" "Just great," I thought to myself, "there's nothing to do over there, I mean, I like hanging out with Kathy and everything but for a week? We'll exh...ust potential activities the first night." I sighed, my parents are always locked in with their decisions, there's no changing their minds, so I went inside and started to pack stuff up. I grabbed a weeks worth of clothes, my PS2, and couple of games. A couple of minutes later I walk out of my room and scream, "Alright, let's go!" to whoever is. He checked over his shoulder one last time, ensuring that the men crouched behind him were ready for action. The power had just been cut by another member of his team, and the flash bang would detonate at any second. He tightened his grip on the submachine gun. Once the grenade stunned the people sitting around the table, he would rise up and slaughter them; shooting unmercilessly through the kitchen window. They would never know what hit them.Max's night vision goggles saturated when the flash. "The enemy draws closer, and we cannot fight so close to Yaklo." Yes Sir," Baiffer answered.Rohea conferred with his lieutenants, Baiffer and Kaliv, and the two lieutenants nodded in acknowledgment of their orders.The campsite was torn down over the next few hours, and it was soon midday. Rohea sat atop Feisty, his trusted steed, and rode up and down the line of soldiers."Ready yourselves," Rohea shouted. "The enemy is but a week from Yaklo. We must meet them head on, and show them that Wollior. I decided to let them brainstorm a little more and not go with them. Instead, I headed back home to my studio. There was something nagging at the back of my mind.The sketches were laid out in front of me all over the studio. My laptop was playing a slide show of my paintings as I sat back and just looked at what I'd been doing. I hadn't realized what was happening to my work until the past two months when I'd done two paintings that stood out from the rest. My work, all technically good, had.