Book 2: Chapter 42 - The plan is in action.
"Trish, what the hell is this?" I groan, leaning back against the pillows on her bed. An uncomfortable twinging pain runs through my stomach and I wince, clutching it with my hand. Whilst I'm focusing on my breathing, Trish is busy raising her wardrobe, finding the best camouflage outfit for our plan.
So far she's decided on a camouflaged army style jacket with green army pants and a plain black baseball cap. I reach forward and take hold of the cap, inspecting it -
"Where did you even find this stuff?" I ask in amusement, shaking my head at her. Trish pops her head out of the wardrobe, her eyes wide with excitement.
"I have clothes for every single occasion!" She replies enthusiastically before disappearing inside her wardrobe once again. I roll my eyes and throw the cap to the end of the bed. Another small burst of pain flares through my stomach and I wince, discomfort flashing across my face.