Ok, I (thank God) do not own Christina Aguilera, or the horrible
songs she strips to. She is probably owned by the highest bidder on EBay.
Ok, let's go.
Chapter 10
Berto was futilely pressing the Bio-feedback button, hoping that somehow it would wake Max up, even though he wasn't able to do so at the moment. Berto pounded his fist on the button, pissed off at the whole situation when he heard a whispered voice over the speakers.
"Geez, Bro, I thought Abigail was the only one who abused the bio- feedback button."
"MAX?!" Berto almost jumped out of his chair before realizing that he wouldn't be so happy with the results if he did. He stayed seated.
Max winced. "Not so loud, I have one hell of a headache."
Berto was incredulous. "Max, how are you awake?"
"How should I know, you're the genius."
"Well, we'll figure it out later. Right now you have to find a way to give us some clue as to where you are before you...lose contact with me again."
"I don't know how!"
"Can't you look out the windshield or something?"
"I can't see the windshield. The back of the truck is a metal box. Psycho heard me through the metal before. Remember, he has better than human hearing too...the whole bionic head thing?"
"How is he not hearing you right now then?"
Max closed his eyes and shook his head. "Christina Aguilera."
Abigail sighed in relief as the car finally reached the gates of H4, her grandfather's primary base. Known affectionately to him as his 'home away from home'. She had practically grown up here. She was happy to be back, and thankful that there were not going to be anymore unwanted interruptions in her journey. Picking up the walkie-talkie attached to the mini bar, she called Psycho.
"Hey, Spork..." there was no answer on the other end. "Spork! Spork! SPORK! SPORK DAMMIT!"
Finally Psycho picked up.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you."
Abigail could hear snatches of background music when Psycho spoke.
"I KNOW you are not listening to Dirty!"
"Uh...no?" came the response, the music stopping.
"Lawn Mower, Lawn Mower, wait until I tell Grandfather that his most- feared henchman listens to Christina Aguilera! My, my!"
"No! Please, I'll do anything."
She just laughed. "We'll see about that. Now, we have obviously arrived at the base. Have the shock stick IN YOUR HAND when you open the back of the truck."
"Okay."
Psycho picked up the weapon eagerly. He had never used one before, and was almost hoping for his captive to be awake. With the radio off, the interior of the truck was silent, except for a faint whispering sound in the back. Straining his hearing, Psycho could make out what was being said by Max through the metal. He was talking to his partners at N'Tek again!
"STEEL!!!"
Max jumped.
"Um, Berto? I think Psycho heard me."
"Damn! Ok, look, here's the plan. When he opens the door to get you, press up against the back of the truck to give yourself more time. Then I want you to look around quickly and then just tell me what you see outside. Just yell it out."
"Sounds like a promising plan," the older agent mumbled.
"Hey, I'm trying here! I could be in the med lab relaxing right now, but noooooooooo. I had to come and save your turbo butt."
Back in the cab, Psycho decided to let Max talk to his little friends. Maybe the kid had gone insane and was just talking to himself. The picture of Max Steel in a strait-jacket in a padded room somewhere brought the cyborg great satisfaction. Anyway, what was he going to tell N'Tek that they didn't already know? He didn't know where he was. Following Abigail into a parking garage, Psycho leaped out of his truck merrily, gripping the shock stick.
"Let me guess," Abigail said dryly, "he's awake, isn't he."
Psycho nodded in response and all but skipped to the back of the truck.
Abigail rolled her eyes.
"If Jefferson Smith could see you now."
Psycho ignored her. He threw the doors open.
"Knock knock, Steel!"
The garage door was still open, giving Max a view of the landscape outside. He yelled something that sounded like "alotofstreesbigrocksbighighwaycliff". Psycho decided it was a bad idea to let him continue to talk, probably to his fellow agents and reveal where he was. Psycho jumped into the truck and jabbed the shock stick into the agent's neck, holding it there for two or three seconds. Max's body jerked, and then collapsed as Psycho drew the shock stick away, looking at it happily.
"Having a tough day, isn't he?" Abigail had walked around to the back of the truck as well.
"Don't tell me you're feeling bad for him," Psycho said in a mocking tone.
He received a murderous glare in returned and laughed nervously.
"Um, I'll just carry him inside, right?"
Abigail nodded her head and turned, walking briskly towards the building.
I don't know if I spelled Christina Aguilera's name right, and (no offense if you're a fan of hers) I honestly don't care how you DO spell it. Come on Bwhaha and Kwhaha, keep those stories going! Also, Kwhaha, I will be responding to your reviews by emailing you at the address given on your profile. Tell me if you don't use that address anymore or something. Bwhaha, I'll be emailing you too instead of responding here.
Chapter 10
Berto was futilely pressing the Bio-feedback button, hoping that somehow it would wake Max up, even though he wasn't able to do so at the moment. Berto pounded his fist on the button, pissed off at the whole situation when he heard a whispered voice over the speakers.
"Geez, Bro, I thought Abigail was the only one who abused the bio- feedback button."
"MAX?!" Berto almost jumped out of his chair before realizing that he wouldn't be so happy with the results if he did. He stayed seated.
Max winced. "Not so loud, I have one hell of a headache."
Berto was incredulous. "Max, how are you awake?"
"How should I know, you're the genius."
"Well, we'll figure it out later. Right now you have to find a way to give us some clue as to where you are before you...lose contact with me again."
"I don't know how!"
"Can't you look out the windshield or something?"
"I can't see the windshield. The back of the truck is a metal box. Psycho heard me through the metal before. Remember, he has better than human hearing too...the whole bionic head thing?"
"How is he not hearing you right now then?"
Max closed his eyes and shook his head. "Christina Aguilera."
Abigail sighed in relief as the car finally reached the gates of H4, her grandfather's primary base. Known affectionately to him as his 'home away from home'. She had practically grown up here. She was happy to be back, and thankful that there were not going to be anymore unwanted interruptions in her journey. Picking up the walkie-talkie attached to the mini bar, she called Psycho.
"Hey, Spork..." there was no answer on the other end. "Spork! Spork! SPORK! SPORK DAMMIT!"
Finally Psycho picked up.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you."
Abigail could hear snatches of background music when Psycho spoke.
"I KNOW you are not listening to Dirty!"
"Uh...no?" came the response, the music stopping.
"Lawn Mower, Lawn Mower, wait until I tell Grandfather that his most- feared henchman listens to Christina Aguilera! My, my!"
"No! Please, I'll do anything."
She just laughed. "We'll see about that. Now, we have obviously arrived at the base. Have the shock stick IN YOUR HAND when you open the back of the truck."
"Okay."
Psycho picked up the weapon eagerly. He had never used one before, and was almost hoping for his captive to be awake. With the radio off, the interior of the truck was silent, except for a faint whispering sound in the back. Straining his hearing, Psycho could make out what was being said by Max through the metal. He was talking to his partners at N'Tek again!
"STEEL!!!"
Max jumped.
"Um, Berto? I think Psycho heard me."
"Damn! Ok, look, here's the plan. When he opens the door to get you, press up against the back of the truck to give yourself more time. Then I want you to look around quickly and then just tell me what you see outside. Just yell it out."
"Sounds like a promising plan," the older agent mumbled.
"Hey, I'm trying here! I could be in the med lab relaxing right now, but noooooooooo. I had to come and save your turbo butt."
Back in the cab, Psycho decided to let Max talk to his little friends. Maybe the kid had gone insane and was just talking to himself. The picture of Max Steel in a strait-jacket in a padded room somewhere brought the cyborg great satisfaction. Anyway, what was he going to tell N'Tek that they didn't already know? He didn't know where he was. Following Abigail into a parking garage, Psycho leaped out of his truck merrily, gripping the shock stick.
"Let me guess," Abigail said dryly, "he's awake, isn't he."
Psycho nodded in response and all but skipped to the back of the truck.
Abigail rolled her eyes.
"If Jefferson Smith could see you now."
Psycho ignored her. He threw the doors open.
"Knock knock, Steel!"
The garage door was still open, giving Max a view of the landscape outside. He yelled something that sounded like "alotofstreesbigrocksbighighwaycliff". Psycho decided it was a bad idea to let him continue to talk, probably to his fellow agents and reveal where he was. Psycho jumped into the truck and jabbed the shock stick into the agent's neck, holding it there for two or three seconds. Max's body jerked, and then collapsed as Psycho drew the shock stick away, looking at it happily.
"Having a tough day, isn't he?" Abigail had walked around to the back of the truck as well.
"Don't tell me you're feeling bad for him," Psycho said in a mocking tone.
He received a murderous glare in returned and laughed nervously.
"Um, I'll just carry him inside, right?"
Abigail nodded her head and turned, walking briskly towards the building.
I don't know if I spelled Christina Aguilera's name right, and (no offense if you're a fan of hers) I honestly don't care how you DO spell it. Come on Bwhaha and Kwhaha, keep those stories going! Also, Kwhaha, I will be responding to your reviews by emailing you at the address given on your profile. Tell me if you don't use that address anymore or something. Bwhaha, I'll be emailing you too instead of responding here.