papier mouchoir bombs (translation: bombs of tissue paper). I handed each soldier an explosive and we inched forward only to find that Olivier and Arren weren't at their camp! Suddenly there was a rustling from behind. Sunni threw her bomb and someone cried "Noooooooooo" in an unmistakable french accent. There was a flash of light. Then.. silence and tissue paper confetti. BUT THEN out of nowhere the sweet sweet scent of warm blueberry pie drifted under our noses and everything went black...
TO BE CONTINUED
DO TELL.