Chapter 2
When Emmy saw Alphonse coming towards Luke and her table, she knew that she should immediately have said, "no". Unfortunately, that's not what she said. "Oh man, why is he looking at us? What's he gonna get us into this time?" Emmy mumbled under her breath. "I don't know. All I know is that we should run away now," Luke hissed back. "If we get into another fight with someone Emmy, the Professor is going to kill us." "Relax Luke! He's not going to ask us for anything that severe…" Emmy said through a gritted, smiling mouth. At least I hope not…she thought to herself.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle Emmy and Monsieur Luke!" boomed Alphonse, "how are you this lovely evening?" "What do you want, Alphonse?" snarled Luke, "It better not involve explosives or combat, because we're not your minions!" "Oh! Luke, you're so funny…minions…." Pause "All right listen up, punks. I need you to get Randall out of here before I lose my freaking mind, okay?" "Wait what! But I would never do that…" Luke gasped in shock. Alphonse (knowing Luke) handed him a twenty-dollar bill. "It's a deal. Come on Emmy, we've got a man to kidnap," Luke said.
