Michael Malone - Weebly

Coke machine, exactly as she had remembered them.
Sunlight ricocheted off all the bright new metal like a
hundred hurried messages reflected in Morse code.
Luke shoved Polly down by the shoulder.
"I told you," she whispered. "What did I tell you?"
They stared at the secret base. Nothing moved there
except the sun.
Polly could hear Luke's breath as they passed Miss
Dingley's binoculars back and forth. "It's too quiet," he
said. "I don't think anybody's around anymore. But
keep down, okay?" He pushed on her shoulder.
"What do you think, they're going to shoot us?" she
sneered, annoyed at his assumption of command.
"I thought you said they had guns."
"I did. But there's no reason why they should use
them on us."
Luke had a distrust of his government bred of his
generation, and a style bred of movies. "Listen," he told
her, "they just shoot. They don't ask questions."
"We don't even know who 'they' is."
"Listen, this place could be completely on the up
and up, and you cross that trespassing sign there, and