Marc was sitting upon a small crate outside of the garage where his parents lived when his phone buzzed inside of the dark blue jeans he wore. He slipped his hand into his pocket and drew forth his phone and opened the text message he received.

[center][i]Hey guys! We got the okay!
Dad said that we could take the guns too.
When do you want to go? I was thinking at the end of the week.
That will give us plenty of time to get supplies.
See you guys soon, Lyn.[/i][/center]

He took a quick moment to read it and then smile happily before standing up and moving into the house through the back door into the kitchen. He looked away from his phone to pop open the fridge and grab a bottle of water and then back outside, but he turned opposite the way he came to a small table with his compound Bow and a quiver of arrows. He pulled the phone up once more and began typing a reply message to the whole group.

[center]Wonderful. That is great.
End of the week fits for me.
I will see you all then, Marc.[/center]