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The ninth of June dawned misty with a steady rainfall, unusual weather for the beginning of summer. Especially considering how the previous day was stinking hot but glorious, with crystal-clear skies that turned a fiery orange come sunset.

But today, rain was dampening the sidewalk, turning the dirt to mud, and leaking through the gaps in the ceiling of the shack the Gangreen Gang resided in.

"Snake, pass a bucket, will ya," Ace said as he stared disapprovingly at the leak.

"Don't have one," Snake responded.

"Whaddya mean we don't have one?"

"I mean we don't have o-" Snake barely got to finish his sentence before Ace punched him in the jaw. "Then go out and find one!"

"But it'sss raining, Bosss."

Ace whacked him again. "I don't care if it's rainin', I'm not havin' the shack flooded! Now quit bein' a baby and go find a bucket!"

Snake muttered something that definitely would have gotten him punched a third time had Ace heard it, but he pulled on a threadbare raincoat and opened the door and left.

Ace looked around at the rest of his gang. Grubber was playing his violin in the corner, Arturo was brushing and re-brushing his hair with his comb, and Big Billy was gazing wistfully out the window.

"Can Billy go outside and jump in the muddy puddles?" Billy asked.

"No. I'm not havin' ya trackin' mud in here like last time." Ace sat at the table and began shuffling his deck of cards. "Anyone up for a game?"

They all gathered round the table and Ace had just begun dealing out the cards when Snake ran back inside, slamming the door behind him.

"What took ya so long?" Ace said sarcastically.

"Copss. The whole dump isss sswarming with them."

"Dang!" Ace stood up. "They must be here about that graffiti in the subway."

"I told you you shouldn't have written that!" Arturo said to Grubber, who just responded with a shrug of the shoulders and a raspberry.

"But we've done heapsss of graffiti before and never got arresssted for it." Snake pointed out.

"You're right," Ace began pacing about, "so why else would they be here? Yous haven't done anything behind my back, have you?"

"No."

"Uh-uh."

"Phhrrbt."

"No, Bosss."

Ace stroked his chin. "Then why-"

He was suddenly interrupted by the sound of wood cracking and splintering. Turning around, he was greeted by the sight of the Powerpuff Girls standing with their arms folded and glaring nastily, except for Bubbles, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

Ace glanced up and saw the hole in the ceiling they had made, and the rain falling through it, and proceeded to mildly flip out.

"Aw, come on! Why couldn't you girls just use the door!"

"Zip it! I always knew you guys were bad, but I never thought you were this bad!" Buttercup shouted.

"Yeah! What you did was horrible and disgusting! I can't believe you would do such a terrible thing!" Blossom added.

"T-t-that p-poor man…" Bubbles whimpered.

Ace held up his hands. "Whoa whoa whoa, what are ya talkin' about? And what's wrong with her?" He motioned in Bubbles' direction.

"She's traumatised," Blossom said, rubbing a comforting hand on her sister's back. "After what you did."

"Whaddya mean, what we did? We ain't done nothin'!"

"You, you…!" Buttercup struggled to keep her rage in check. "MURDERERS!"

The gangs faces dropped.

"Murder?" Snake asked, to no one in particular.

"Is that why the cops are here?" Arturo asked.

"Phhffrbbrrt!" Grubber said.

Billy seemed slow to catch on to what was happening.

Ace couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at his gang, then back to the girls. His sunglasses were slipping down his nose, revealing his shocked, wide eyes, and he didn't bother to push them back up again.

"There's been a murder?" He asked quietly.

"Don't play dumb! We know you're guilty!" Blossom said, then whistled.

Immediately, police officers wearing raincoats burst through the door. They drew their guns and aimed at the gang, who all put their hands up.

"Officers, arrest them!" Blossom shouted in the same tone of voice a dog owner would use when telling their dog to sic someone.

Half an hour later Ace was being marched down the hallway of the police station. He knew it fairly well, after all, he'd been down this hallway several times in the past. It almost felt like a second home to him, in some sort of twisted way.

But now it felt extremely unfriendly. The others who worked there now stared at him with hatred and disgust instead of ignoring him like they did the last few times he was here.

They arrived at the door to one of the interrogation rooms. The officer three open the door and shoved the teen inside.

Standing in the corner was the last person Ace expected to see.

It was the truant officer, Jack Wednesday.