It took Francis a moment to collect himself. Despite how much they butted heads, he valued his friendship with Livia, not to mention her contributions to the club. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"We have to. Somehow. Members of this church are under attack. If the source is supernatural, we're the only ones who can stop it." Briefly, he took off his glasses to rub his eyes with his arm. "You're better at this than I am. What do you propose we tell Mr. Christiansen? It would be ideal if we could stay in close proximity, so we can wait for the culprit to strike."
"We have to. Somehow. Members of this church are under attack. If the source is supernatural, we're the only ones who can stop it." Briefly, he took off his glasses to rub his eyes with his arm. "You're better at this than I am. What do you propose we tell Mr. Christiansen? It would be ideal if we could stay in close proximity, so we can wait for the culprit to strike."
"Well..." Ripley said, trying not to sound as uncertain as she felt, "if we just need to look around so V can let her spidy senses tingle or not, then we could do a school project. School projects usually get you in good with older adults. They like seeing kids be industrious. Or maybe some kind of community service? If they are older, they might have a garden that needs weeded or something. Heck, even younger adults like that. If we need to be there for a long time... Stakeout?" She shrugged. "It's hard to say without knowing the people, you know."
"Yeah..." Francis said. All of this would be so much simpler if Livia was still with them. But now they had to figure it out on their own. "Let's go appraise the location from a distance so we can select an appropriate plan."
Without their church contact, he would need to use his GPS, so he attached his phone to his bike. Of course this nerd had a phone mount for his bicycle. The GPS lead them down a few more blocks until they came to the house they were looking for. It was a simple, suburban house, like the others around it. But the front yard was horribly overgrown. Vines covered the walls and fence.
"Well. That's...fortuitous." The good news was, they had an in. The bad news was, it would involve dealing with...that.
Without their church contact, he would need to use his GPS, so he attached his phone to his bike. Of course this nerd had a phone mount for his bicycle. The GPS lead them down a few more blocks until they came to the house they were looking for. It was a simple, suburban house, like the others around it. But the front yard was horribly overgrown. Vines covered the walls and fence.
"Well. That's...fortuitous." The good news was, they had an in. The bad news was, it would involve dealing with...that.
Ripley looked around the yard with wide eyes. "Wow... Okay, so, plenty of work laid out for us. Provided we can get in." She looked at the other two. "And provided they have tools we can use. We don't exactly look like we're set up to help with yard work." She rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she studied the yard. "How about we just ask the if they have any chores for us and put yardwork in our lineup? Yeah, that should work."
Leaning her bike against the fence, Ripley brushed herself off and tried to look respectable. "Okay. Looks like I should do the talking. V, Fran, look eager and supportive." With that, she marched forward and right up to the door. She rang the doorbell and stood back, hands behind her back.
Leaning her bike against the fence, Ripley brushed herself off and tried to look respectable. "Okay. Looks like I should do the talking. V, Fran, look eager and supportive." With that, she marched forward and right up to the door. She rang the doorbell and stood back, hands behind her back.
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