The guys milled around talking about Sacovia and...Ukrainian? No Ultron; while passing the large weapon to the darker skinned man.

"Man I didn't really want something like this, I wanted something low key."  Pushing it back into the other guy's hands.

Low key? What I turned and hid behind a tree.

"Alright, I got stuff low key." I gave into the urge of feeling like a spy.

"Common Immy! They're just around this corner!" My ten year old self whisper/yelled.
"Shhhhhhhhhh shell!" Imogen hissed through her missing front teeth. The young seven year old attempted to commando roll after me, but severely failed; crunching every leaf and stick in her way, she looked up, her face was covered in crackled mud.
Despite our falls and thin cuts, that covered our knees, we continued on without a single tear. The last speck of light had vanished under the horizon; leaving darkness all around.
We ran towards a tree, just before a light flashed over to our current hiding spot.
"Fudge-Icecream-Cake-Sticks!" I muttered under my breath, and my breath hitched.
"Quiet!" Thankfully after a moment the light spun somewhere else, and a chorus of "forty-four home" were screamed out.
I ran out racing to a thick bush, Immy hot on my tail. We dropped to the ground while skidding to a stop. "Shell," Immy complained, "we have to stay low key, remember?"
She was right I had to stop being so reckless, otherwise our cousin would spot us with the light. Then all of these scrapes and bruises would be for nothing.

I giggled to my self. At that time it was only a game, but now I actually need those skills. I dropped down into a crouch. My heart began pounding. These guys looked dangerous I could not get caught.

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