May 30, 2017
Chase was quick on his feet as soon as he got the right away, his heart was racing as he brought his fingers into his mouth and let a whistle fill the church, basement to ceiling. “Smee!” He shouted almost as loud, pulling on his jacket and pulling the keys out of his pocket. He nicked a can of hairspray, from a pew near by. Open seasons, meant a little wild fire could be necessary. “Grab your shit mate, we’ve got a rescue mission across the border.”