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Ch. 7

Osborn's hideout Discovered!

Maria sighs sadly as she continues working on the villain's robot. She is almost done yet she feels guilty that she is forced to betray her fellow citizens just to keep her son safe.

Mrs. Logan," said a familiar voice. Maria sighs sadly as she turns to see Norman holding his cape as if hiding something. "I got a little surprise for you. Allow me to present…" Norman laughs as he moves the cape to reveal a surprise in Quickstrike's clutches. A surprise that horrified the poor inventor, "Your beloved son, Garfield."

"Garfield!" gasped Maria horrified.

"Mom!" cried Garfield. He tries to run to his mother but Quickstrike kept a hold on him. With a scowl, Garfield smashes his foot by stomping the fuzor making him let go of the boy resulting in him running to Maria.

"Ow! My foot! You, little brat, I oughta !" yelled Quickstrike angrily holding his foot while hopping up and down.

"Mom!" cried Garfield as he hugs Maria happily, "I thought I would find you!"

"There, there, Gar. It's all right," said Maria happy to see her son again. "I'm here, I'm here."

How sweet," mocked Norman as he pretends to wipe his eyes, "A tearful union. You know I would consider this a very touching moment," He then grabs Garfield and pulls him away, "Now come along young man."

"No, please! Mom!" yelled Garfield as Norman gave him to Quickstrike who takes him away.

"Garfield, no!" gasped Maria horrified, "Osborn, please! Have mercy! He's just a child"

"Don't worry, Quickstrike will make sure he is fully comfortable, so long as we have no more delays!" Norman said threateningly.

Maria sighs sadly as she goes back to her robot, "I will finish it. Just don't hurt my boy."

"Remember, it must be ready...tonight!" concluded Norman as he leaves the cell and slams the door on his way out.

"Let me go, you eight legged freak!" snapped Garfield struggling to get freed.

"Get in there you varment!" barked Quickstrike as he stuffed Garfield in a bottle and puts a cork in it, trapping him "There, that oughta hold ya!"

"Let me out! Help! Let me out!" yelled Garfield banging his fists on the glass to no prevail.

"See how you like that!" said Quickstrike as his snake arm blew raspberries at him and walks back to Norman.

"The uniforms, good. I knew I could rely on you, in fact I might hire more predacons like you." said Norman proudly, "Now you made sure you got everything?"

"Don't worry boss, I got everything on the list!" said Quickstrike proudly as he reaches behind his back. He then gave a worried look as he searches himself, "Uh oh…"

"What is wrong?" asked Noramn with a frown. When he sees stuff like that, something has definitely gone wrong.

"The list...well..." said Quickstrike cringing.

"Where's the list?"

"Okay. Uh...where was I...uh, I was in the toy store to get the uniforms. I heard a roar..." said Quickstrike trying to explain.

"You're not coming through?" Norman said with a sigh.

"This giant iguana or something came," said Quickstrike putting in, "I ran, my snake head was wearing a baby bonnet, I put the kid in the sack while that Vampire chick chased me..."

"What?! Marceline is on the case?!" yelled Norman in disbelief. He can't believe it! Once again that annoying night walking detective is going to ruined everything, and it's all thanks to that idiotic predacon! "Why you bucket off…"!"

Quickstrike yelped as he hugged his snake head who is also shaking in fear as Norman held his chest as if having a heart attack. He's face soon started to turn green but also a little red from high blood pressure...but then both colors fade as he calm down. He puts his arms around the fuzor gently as he said, "My dear friend, I think you have been in robot mode a little too much."

"You mean you're not mad!" said Quickstrike happily as Norman walks him to the back, "Well glad you're taking this well, you know my last boss would have blasted me to scrap if I'd failed a mission!"

Though Quickstrike spoke too soon as one bell and a scream later, Quickstrike is now at the mercy of C-Rex who is holding him up with one of his tentacle planning to eat him. The predacon struggles to escape.

"Let go of me, you overgrown calamari!" Quickstrike yelled, panicking.

He yelps as the mutant squid stuffs him in his mouth and closes it. Now the fuzor is inside trying to get out.

"Open up, open up!" cried Quickstrike from inside trying to get out, "Oh ow, don't make me blast you!"

Norman meanwhile leans on the wall while rubbing his temples. He can't believe it. All was going well until the fuzor messed up...again!

"How dare that stupid blood sucking parasite, putting her nose into my magnificent scheme and foul up everything!" complained Norman.

Quickstrike got out of the mouth but C-rex stuffs him back in, using his tentacle in his jaw to keep the mouth closed.

"Let me out, I mean it I'll blast you!" yelled Quickstrike from inside once more.

"Oh I can just see that smug grin on her face right now!" Norman groaned. He bangs his head on the wall in frustration. But then he realized something. Maybe this mistake could be an advantage. "Yes, yes...I can just see it! Ha ha ah! C-Rex, spit him out!"

"I'm going to count to three and if you don't let me out..!" cried Quickstrike from inside.

C-Rex growls at his masters command for not wanting to give up its snack but reluctantly spit the predacon out onto the ground near the smiling lunatic.

Norman picked him up. "Quickstrike, you delightful predacon, you just gave me the perfect opportunity." He laughs as he drops the fuzor while mocking concern. "Poor Marceline," Then he smirks evilly. "Oh she is in for a little surprise."

Meanwhile, Marceline and Igor returned to the vampire's building and went to a lab where the vampire gets to work.

Marceline lights a lamp and uses a magnifying glass to look at the list carefully. "Hmmm...so far guess very little here. Only that the words are written with a broad pointed quill pen which has spattered, twice. That the paper is of," The detective tosses it in her hand seeing how much it weights, "native Mongolian manufacture, no water mark. And has," Marceline puts the list to her lips and smacks it a lot, "been gummed, if I'm not wrong," Now she smells it and holds it away from her nearly gagging, "by con who has been drinking Energon's Delight! A cheap cybertronian alcohol sold only in the seediest pubs."

"Hmm, amazing!" Igor said amazed.

"Now don't let it get to your head, hunchi, we still have no idea where the list came from." Marceline searches her desk and gets out a microscope, "Maybe if we look at it close," The detective puts the letter under the scope and she looks through it. Okay, okay...look. Coal dust! mostly what can be used in sewer lamps!"

Igor was about to look at the letter through the microscope but Marceline grabs it and holds it over a flame. Igor yelps as the vampire allows the letter to catch fire.

"Marceline, what are you..." Igor begins to say.

"shush up!" Marceline interrupted. The letter turns into ashes which fell into a bowl. She uses a masher to pat it down before pouring the remains into a jar fill with yellow chemical. Once the ashes are in there, the chemical turns blue. Igor looks at it as Marceline left and came back with some red stuff, "Move aside." The vampire picks the jar up and holds it over the red stuff. "Steady..."

Marceline now lets a drop fall. One puff of smoke came out as the chemical turns purple. The detective smirks as she puts the whole thing under a glass spout and turns on a small flame. The green chemical bubbles up and goes through the tubes.

"Good, good, further, further. Almost there, further." said Marceline excited while encouraging it. The chemical is almost there.

Marceline and Igor see a green droplet about to fall into a violet chemical. "Go on..." insisted Marceline eagerly. Sure enough, the drop fell into the chemical and it turns red. "OH, YAY!" We did it, Igor! This reaction could only have been triggered by the paper's extreme saturation with distillation of sodium chloride."

Marcline left the table while Igor looks at the chemical. He said in amazement, "It's salt water?, my gosh."

"This just proves that the list is from the riverfront area of giantville ." Marceline said as she goes through a map. Finding one for the waterfront, she uses pins to stick it on a wall.

"Now wait a minute Marceline…" questioned Igor.

"Oh no elementary my dear Igor we just look for a pub at the only spot were the swear connects to the waterfront!" Marceline slams the pin on the location, hoping this time, Marceline will capture Norman Osborn for good.

Authors note

Again just hope that I could get more reviews because I am starting to feel bummed out.