The orientation ended at five, and the broadcasting club was still playing. I avoided the throng and waited inside the abandoned art room beside Bamboo Park. The dusty window on the second floor gave a perfect vantage point over the whole low-lying garden.…At quarter past five, Wendy and a dozen people entered the park. She was wearing full makeup and a fitted floral dress, and she took up the place of leadership. "Move it, people. In your position."Harold, get some guys and hide behind the fake mountain. Best vantage there. Winona, hide under the wisteria pergolas, and turn on silent mode. Make sure the flash isn't on."I watched them spread out and took cover, while Harold took out a bluetooth speaker. "I got the sound effects right here, Wendy. Elephant footsteps and trumpets. It'll be a blast."He pressed play, and the dull sounds reverberated in the park. Claire stood on the edge of the pergola, frowning. "This is going too far, Wendy. We're all at the same university. Y
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