Thirty minutes and nothing. I really started getting worried.“I waited an hour. There was still no call from you. I wondered if you had gotten the m...essage. I tried calling you, but there was no answer. I tried calling a couple of times and then my calls went straight to voice mail. I knew then that you had turned off your phone.“Needless to say, I wasn’t getting any work done. My boss came over and started giving me a hard time. I told him that I had a bad case of PMS and that he should give me. Corporal of the guard, post number three!" His call echoed down the line of sentries. In moments, a squad of soldiers arrived to escort them to an open area in the center of the encampment. As far as Jewel could see, little had been changed from the layout of the camp that she and Neal had seen from the portal that first day, but up close she was suddenly aware of the stench of too many men, herded too close together. Oh, the stench wasn't as bad as it had been in Chammar, the camp hadn't been. Despite the heat, cold sweat ran down my back.I barged in and pushed past the shelves filled with shampoo bottles, coloring products, and other various hairstyling supplies. It was quite a bit darker in the windowless room than in the salon, but I’d been in here once before to go to the bathroom and I knew the layout. Past the shelves and the toilet door, I turned a corner and entered the little break area, where the employees of the salon took their lunch and handled the business’s scarce. "Her mother probably had it specially made for her as a birthday gift when she first became a teacher orsomething. We'd better take good care of it." Maybe one of her previous class made it for her as a thank you for allher hard work." Paul said. "She'll probably show before class is over.Let's get the costumes out and start rehearsing."Mrs. Green didn't show up. When class was over Paul let out a sigh ashe watched the girls not caring if they changed in front of him. Hewished his mother had.