Smooth Criminal

Brandy got up and said," Well, let's go." she walked out of the tent, not looking back, expecting Gilbert to follow her.

Gilbert sat there a minute before groaning and following Brandy.
"That wasn't awesome at all!" He complained while walking beside her. "Got me all fired up and then..you like..dropped a bucket on my head!" He huffed, not paying attention to Gilbird, who'd landed on his shoulder.

Brandy walked forward, not stopping to look back at Gilbert. When she got to the forest she stopped and pulled out a compass out of her pocket. She looked at it and then put it back in her pocket. She turned a sharp left and walked on.

"Brandy." Gilbert said lowly, looking around cautiously, before grabbing her arm. "Would you listen? Where are we going!?"

Brandy sighed and said," We're going underground."

Gilbert froze in his tracks, before speeding up his pace to walk beside Brandy again.
"Wh-Why underground?" He asked.

"What, is the awesome Gilbert scared of underground? Oh, my cousin lives underground," Brandy said like it was obvious.

"W-What!? Scared?! No way!" Gilbert huffed, hurrying after Brandy.

"Suree, you aren't," Brandy said sarcastically as she stopped infront of a big boulder. "Here we are."

Gilbert grumbled something unintelligable and looked at the rock with a frown.
"I dont see a door but im guessing it's behind the rock?"

"No," Brandy said flatly. "Can you push this rock away please?"

"Yeah sure why not..?" Gilbert mused, walking over to the rock and leaning against it, before roughly pushing it to the side.

There, where the boulder lay, was a large hole. Brandy smirked at Gilbert before jumping in. When she hit the bottom she yelled at Gilbert, "You coming?"

Gilbert looked down into the hole, before nodding and jumping in after her. He landed shakily and immediantly wanted to get out, hating the tiny enclosed space.

Brandy walked down the tiny dirt hallway to find a small door. She pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door with ease.

Gilbert followed closely, silently reminding himself the walls weren't getting closer and that the room was large enough. And that there was a way out.

Brandy stepped into the door, coming to a much bigger place. "Hey Brantly, are you here?" Brandy called out. Then a rough younger male's voice came from below," Brandy is that you?"

Gilbert sighed once they were in a larger room, feeling a little better, but he was still on edge.

Brantly came To where Brandy and Gilbert stood. He was tall, muscular, and handsome. He had a three-inch scar across his cheek and a crooked grin. "How have you been Brandy? Besides what happenedyesterday."

Gilbert didn't smile, he kept a blank face, too busy feeling like there was less air than earlier to really notice anything.

"I've been okay," Brandy said as she saw Brantly looking at Gilbert. "Oh, right. Brantly Gilbert. Gilbert Brantly."

Gilbert snapped out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and fixed his red gaze on Brantly. He looked down at Brandy then back up at her cousin; they didn't look too alike, brantly was noticably taller thna her but still shorter than him.
"Hey." He said.

"Hello," Brantly said as he turned his head towards Brandy. "So, Brandy, what brings you here?" Brandy looked up at Brantly and said,"Ask Gilbert."

"Don't ask me, You were the one who drug me down here." Gilbert huffed at Brandy, folding his arms over his chest to hide his hands from shaking.

"Okay, smartass," Brandy said to Gilbert and she turned to Brantly. "Gilbert wants to kill the president, and I want him to have the best gear and weapons. It would be great if you could help him." Brantly looked at Gilbert and motioned him to come with him. "Follow me," he said.