Days Za Vue

AJ slapped the back of Matt�s head as they slinked past the poorly hidden doorway for the third time. �It�s right there, you muscle-bound buffoon,� she hissed as she pointed a tanned, manicured finger at the low-slung door.

�I know,� he spat back as he rubbed the back of his aching head.

AJ crowded up against the larger man, grabbed his shirt with her fists and growled, �Then why aren�t we using it to leave this disgusting maze?�

�Because it�s just too convenient of a clue,� he responded.

�Too convenient?� she said incredulously.

�It�s gotta be a trap,� Matt answered.