Bash sensed something was off about Callahan but didn't comment, the man was full of mysteries. "Bye then, "he said, feeling a bit aggrieved that the scheming master doesn't want to help him. "Bye cutie, "Callahan muttered. He got up and left. It's still morning, the summer sun was yet to be tan worthy. Bash moaned as he walked to his window, gaping about what to do this Saturday. As for what Callahan told him to attempt, he felt that it is far fetched. For all he knows, he might not see Storm till dinner time. From where he stood he could see a large swimming pool and that instantly gave him a bulb bright idea that he grabs. Smiling, Bash plodded to his wardrobe and scruffed through it in search of something. "Ahha! Urika!" he exclaimed. He lifted the pair of black swimming trunks abo