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IV. BLUE RASPBERRY SLUSHEES

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IV.  BLUE RASPBERRY SLUSHEES
(   CHAPTER  FOUR.  )

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          IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT WHEN ANNABELLE finally cracked the last part of the code. 2AM, to be exact. To say she was excited was an understatement. It was an odd code, she could say that for sure-- but it just made her realize that her suspicion about the code being a riddle correct. And was she going to wait until she saw her friends again to tell them the news? Absolutely not. So, she leaned over her desk to grab her walkie talkie given to her by Oswin himself.

          She dragged the antenna upwards and pressed the side button down. "Are you guys up? Please tell me you guys are up, I have amazing news."

          "As if I would ever be sleeping, Belle." Vivian's soft voice traveled through the walkie talkie and Annabelle smiled with relief.

          "Of course. How could I forget about the night owl herself."

          "Now you know how to use the walkie talkie?" Oswin scoffed through the speaker.

          "You guys better have a good reason for waking me up at two in the fucking morning," Amari groaned out.

          Vivian laughed. "Of course I know how to use it. I'm not dumb. I just didn't wanna talk to you last time."

          "That's a bit mean, Viv," Robert joined the friend group's conversation with a tired voice.

          "Oh, shut up Rocket." Vivian giggled, and she rolled her eyes-- though none of them could see that she did.

          "Whatcha guys talkin' about," Miles asked.

          "I just wanted to tell you guys what the Russian code says." Annabelle tried to rub the fatigue out of her eyes with her right hand, the walkie talkie in her left.

          Oswin sat upright in his bed. "You cracked the code?!"

          "Yeah." Annabelle smiled.

          "Well, what is it?" Vivan questioned.

          Annabelle sighed and looked down at her notepad. "The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to china sounds nice if you tread lightly."

          "What the fuck does that even mean," Vivian asked.

          "It's a riddle, dumbass." Oswin rolled his eyes.

          "What does the riddle mean, then," Miles inquired.

          "Obviously, I'm not sure yet or else I would've told you guys. All I know is that the code isn't exactly from Russia. It was from the mall. I could hear that horse ride playing in the background."

          Robert sighed from his spot on his bed and pushed himself off and onto his carpet. He listened to his friends talk about the riddle as he grabbed a pen and paper, and he started to sketch out a blueprint of the StarCourt mall. He labeled all the stores from both floors of the mall, from the food court to the yoga groups. He needed a better visualization of the mall to figure the riddle out.