Blake: OK?
Heather: Speed dial one.
Blake calls and her dad emiditly answers.
Mr. Rye: Hello?
Blake: Hello Mr. Rye, I am friend of Heather’s and she told me to call you.
Mr. Rye: Uh oh. You must be Blake.
Blake: Mr. Rye can you please tell me what is going on?
Mr. Rye: Well Heather heard some government information that could jeopardize everything. I got her get a bodyguard for her safety.
Blake: Oh, did you here what happened to Heather today.
Mr. Rye: I did from the principal. Thank you Blake.
Blake: No problem, so why are these people here.
Mr. Rye: Well you see there is a tracker on that phone and we feel you may need so extra safety. So here it is! I have to go the president is calling, Bye.
Blake: Bye.
They hung up.
Heather: What did he say?
Blake: Just chill there only here for extra safety.
Heather gave a big sigh and laid her head on the side of the car. One of the men came up the car and knocked on Heather’s side asking her to get out of the car. She froze.