*Wherever the word 'freaking' is, it actually means 'f***ing' but as this story is rated T I am not using that word.

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Slamming the brakes, making the gravel underneath the car crunch, Shaggy climbed out the car. He tried to take in the building that faced him. When Josh said the address was 9 Bloodbath Lane, he expected to be an abandoned slaughterhouse or something. Instead what faced him was what seemed like a giant observatory. Let's say, a modern, giant observatory.

"Was not expecting this." Shaggy muttered. Throwing on the jacket, he put the hood up. Throwing his hands in his pockets, as that was what most teens did, he felt something hard. Clutching it tightly, and slowly pulling it out, he gasped when he saw what it was.

A gun. Silver Walther P99, to be specific. Holding it at arm's length, as if he were allergic to it, he gave it a concerned look.

How the heck had Josh managed to sneak this into the jacket?

Pocketing the gun, he walked up to the door. Opening the door, he cautiously walked in, checking behind the door and around corners for any of the gang. The building was like a rabbit warren, with all the corners and twisting stairs.

After a while, or what seemed like hours, he came to a closed door. Putting his ear to it, he listened hard, and heard voices.

"Do they think your dead?" One harsh voce said. A muttering could be heard, and then a slap sound.

"I answer the questions!" Then silence.

After about 1 minute, a screaming sound was heard. A screaming sound filled with pain. As if the person inside the room was being tortured.

Velma. Velma. Velma. Velma. Velma. Every time his heart beat, the name seemed to run through Shaggy's mind.

He couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing the gun from his pocket, he kicked the door open, holding the gun with a quavering hand.

Inside the room, however, was a young boy, who looked to be about 18, playing Far Cry 3. Gawping at Shaggy, the boy stood up, and put his hands above his head.

Glancing around the room, there was no Velma. Lowering the gun, he put it back in his pocket.

"Jesus Christ, I'm sorry." The boy put his hands down. To the side of the room, there was another door. Shaggy heard footsteps and the door slammed open.

"No, no, no, no, NO! You don't put ya freaking hands up if someone holds a gun to ya!" The boy shrank back, flinched everytime the man shouted 'freaking'.

"You should freaking know that by now!"

"I'm sorry. I panicked. It was sudden. I wasn't expecting it. I'm sorry!"

"Alright, alright, enough of the apologies!" Finally acknowledging Shaggy's presence, the man 'checked him out'.

"Who are you?" The man asked.

Having recently completed Far Cry 3, Shaggy chose the first name that came to his head.

"Jason."

"Jason? Well, Jay-son, what you want? Why you burst in 'ere like a freaking madman?"

"I was- I was practicing what I was gonna do when I attack Mystery Inc." Shaggy quickly gabbled.

"Attack Mystery Inc.? Why you hate them, Jason?"

"They threw me in jail. I – I accidently set fire to their old HQ."

" So, why you here?"

Getting more confident by the minute, Shaggy already had a story in his head.

"I heard about that Josh getting thrown in prison. I heard you were planning a revenge on them. I wanna join in. I hate them. I even found this hoodie with your logo on the back. That's how much I wanna join."

"Ya seem to have a good attitude to crime, Jay. Now normally I'm not as easy to please, but as you have been a criminal, and not just a street rat who wants to join our gang for a living, I'm intrigued. You can join our gang. If ya want."

"Sure. What would my job be in the group?"

"Well, the first rank is just cleanin'."

"Cleaning? You kidding me?"

"No. I'm not kidding. But as I said, you seem to have a good attitude, so I'm not gonna appoint you the job of cleanin'. Instead, the job of kidnappin'. You say ya hate Mystery Inc. So how 'bout it?"

"Kidnapping? Sure. Great."

"Good. Start now." The man turned to leave.

"Wait. Who do I kidnap? Where do I take them?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, I have a list, see, there's a ritual that I, Will, made up." Will put his hands into his hoodies pockets.

"Ummm, the little buggers 'ere somewhere. Ah, 'ere ya go." Will handed Shaggy a slip of paper, with the names of each of Mystery Inc. on it.

"Pick the one ya wanna kidnap." Shaggy looked down at the slip of paper.

"Ummm, Fred."

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, turn the paper over." Shaggy turned the paper over, and on the back was an address.

"That's where ya drop 'em off."

"Is that where the other one is. The smart one?"

"Yeah. They all go there."

"You mind if I take this to my car? I can put it in my Sat-Nav."

"Sure."

Triumphed by his victory of getting the address of where Velma was, he walked to his car with Will in tow, clambered into the car and started the engine. Rolling down the window, he typed in the address on his Sat-Nav and saved it. He noticed Will was checking out his car.

"Neat car. Volvo XC60. Big boots."

"Yeah. Big enough to get Fred in." Looking at Will, he noticed Will was staring at something in the backseat.

"You alright?" Will looked accusingly at Shaggy.

Twisting round to see what Will had been shocked at, Shaggy froze.

Crap.

A box of Scooby Snax.

Something clicked in Will's head, as he realised who he was facing. Before he could react, the car was gone.

"Get 'im! Don't let 'im escape!"

But Shaggy had already sped away.

Speeding along the highway, Shaggy pushed down on the accelerator, willing the car to go faster. Looking through the mirrors, he let a sigh of relief out when he saw nobody was behind him.

However, his smile disappeared when he saw 2 cars speed around the bend.

"Crap." Pushing his foot down again, he drifted around the corners and reached 80mph on the straights, however the 2 cars were still hot on his trail.

Realising he was nearly at the HQ, he pushed his foot down on the accelerator as hard as he could, until he was travelling at 90mph. Thank God, there are no cops.

Seeing the gate that led to the HQ, he slammed left, making the cars behind zoom past. Smashing through the gates, he drove up the winding drive till he reached the house.

Climbing out the car and running to the door, he took a breath and quickly shrugged off the coat, however pocketing the gun in his tracksuit bottom pockets. Opening the door, he walked in about 2 steps when out of nowhere, Daphne had him in a huge bear hug, crying.

"Daph, what's wrong?" Looking over her shoulders, Shaggy noticed Fred was standing there, with a mixture of upset, confusion and a hint of angriness on his face.

Letting go of Shaggy, Daphne stepped, back, tears streaming down her face.

"Scooby's gone. They got him."