The first test Syndrome did on Dash was a simple blood test. But even though the needle was put into his arm, he was so scared about the other tests it felt like it was being jabbed into his heart. Once Syndrome drew out the needle and set it in what looked like a contanmit unit, he walked over Dash, a little bit of blood on his right thumb.
"Well, now that that's over, we can get to the more serious test." Syndrome said taking off his gloves.
"You know, my father is probably on the island right now beating up your henchman, to get to me." Dash said
"Maybe, but then he would have to go though every henchman in this building, including me, to get to you. These are serious operations, Dash, do you think I would leave them unguarded?" Syndrome said. And with that five of Syndrome's henchman came up, and pushed the metal table, (which was on wheels), though the door, down a hall and into a room that had a big, white, scary looking machine. The five henchman folded the legs of the metal table like a gurney, and set it on a platform on the machine. As soon as Dash was set down he remembered what this machine was. It was a machine that took MRIs. They were going to take a picture of his insides? Gross. But then Dash thought about that. If he really did have a second power, the MRI would show it. That's how all supers found out there powers if they even had one. He and Vi even had to do it. Jack-Jack couldn't yet because he was too young. But if Dash took a MRI and he did have a second power…..Syndrome would know by this test. By the time Dash stopped thinking and actually looked where he was, he was out of the MRI and Syndrome was smiling his evil little smile.
"Well, Dash I've found what I was looking for." Syndrome said never taking his eyes off Dash.
"If you found what you were looking for, are there going to be more tests?" Dash asked.
"Oh yes, there were three test a wanted to do to you. Two of them were to find your second power. The third one………," Syndrome laughed. " You'll have to find out for yourself. Right now."
They pushed Dash into a dark room and set him in the middle of it. Syndrome followed. Then the henchman left and the door shut securely behind them. Dash wasn't even sure his dad could break though that. All of the sudden the chains around Dash lossened and fell off of him. Dash quickly slipped off the table. He saw Syndrome was doing something at a nearby table. Dash was going to run straight for him, takle him, and search him for something that could get him out of here. A key, a gun, a communticator. Anything. But when he tried to run he couldn't. His legs wouldn't move at all. Syndrome chuckled.
"That MRI was different Dash. It shortened out your powers until I put you though it again." Syndrome said.
"Well, if I can't use my powers what was the point of letting me off of the table?" Dash asked.
" I want to see you fly, when a hit you." Syndrome sneered taking out a long scary looking buther knife. 'Dad………..,' Dash thought. 'Help…he's trying to kill me."
Back in Italy.
The Parrs, the Wilkmans, and the Frozone were all in the back of a small, speedy, little jet. Frozone was flying the plane, Mr. and Mrs. Wilkman were trying to figure out what happened last night by evendence from the hotel room, Janet was sitting on a chair, worring about the one she loves, Jack-Jack was on her lap, Bob, Helen and Violet were trying to pinpoint Dash's location. It wasn't easy work. Like Helen said. Syndrome could have taken him anywhere in the world. Finally Bob had an idea.
"We all know how stupid Syndrome is right?" Bob asked.
"Yes." Everyone answered.
"Then he wouldn't be smart enough to change his location. He might still be on Nomansian island. Maybe that's where he took Dash!" Bob explaned.
"It's worth a shot." Frozone said from the front of the plane. Then he put in the corrdents of Nomansian Island and they were on there way.
'I just hope we are not to late.' Bob thought.
