It was the crack of dawn, and Christina had just finished picking out her disguise. There was no way she was going to miss her brother's "big day". She had been told by her person on the inside that the G-1000 and all the campers therein would be arriving at their destination as scheduled.

"Hook… line… and sinker."

Christina couldn't believe she hadn't thought of this sooner. Kidnapping fourteen people may not have been enough, but this was going to rock Chris' world.

Meanwhile John, Sarah, Gwen, and Izzy all sat in the first class car of the G-1000. John, Sarah, and Gwen all looked serious, but Izzy just looked excited.

"What exactly do you and Owen plan to do with the million dollars?"

"I'll tell you after I win it."

Confessional Car: John

"I hope it doesn't involve a ring. The Amazing Spider-Man issue 259 taught me that getting married too young is a bad idea. One of the keys to a successful marriage is the timing."

"Come on guys, why the long faces?" asked Izzy.

"Yesterday we almost died because the train's systems went haywire." said Gwen.

"And I'll give you three guesses who was responsible for it."

"Well it didn't work."

"Christina is still on the loose, I don't think she's going to let us finish this season without a fight."

"I never took you for the kind of person who would back down when you had a one in four chance at a million dollars." said Sarah.

"I didn't say anything about backing down. I'm saying we should keep our eyes and ears open."

"What are we looking for?"

"Anything that doesn't belong."

Confessional Car: Sarah

"I ain't afraid of no crazy bitch who dresses up in black pajamas."

Confessional Car: Izzy

"Nothing is going to scare me out of this money."

Confessional Car: Gwen

"The million dollars is as good as mine."

Confessional Car: John

"I feel… a disturbance… in the force."

The journey to Washington D.C. was taking a lot longer than expected because the G-1000 was using its alternative fuel sources and was making frequent stops. After the incident in Alaska they weren't taking any more chances. It wasn't until after lunch that Cassandra told them the train was coming to a final stop.

"I am currently trying to get a hold of Chris to he can give you your instructions."

"He's not on the train?" asked Gwen.

"No, Chris and Chef have gone ahead to Washington to make sure everything is ready."

"We're not in Washington? Then where are we?"

"Chris will explain everything shortly."

Cassandra brought up Chris on one of the monitors.

"Good afternoon campers, let me just say it's been one awesome season, but all good things must come to an end. After today one of you will be one million dollars richer, and the rest will have come all this way for absolutely nothing but a free t-shirt."

"What happened to the consolation prizes?" asked John.

"Do you know how expensive it is to do something like this on Capitol Hill?"

"According to Cassandra we're not even on Capitol Hill." said Sarah.

Every four years rich and privileged people run the race for the White House, but only one of them is inaugurated the President of the United States up here on Capitol Hill. So to recreate the spirit of that race you're going to run a race of your own."

"Didn't we already have a race challenge back in Georgia?"

"That was a team challenge, this time it's every man for himself. Your objective is to get from where you are to Capitol Hill by any means necessary and as quickly as you can. There are no rules… Go!"

"What do you mean go?" asked Gwen.

"It's a race! What do you think I mean when I say go? I mean GO!"

For a moment everyone just stood there, and then they all rushed to the computers that were available in the first class car.

"Well taking the subway is out of the question." said Gwen "It would take thirty four minutes to get there, we'll make better time driving."

"With what car?"

According to Google Maps the shortest way for the campers to get from Arlington to Capitol Hill was to take Washington Boulevard and I-395 North. It's about 7.4 miles and depending on traffic conditions it would take about twelve to fourteen minutes, provided you had a car.

"So the issue is mode of transportation… wait a minute… that's it!"

Izzy took off down to the other end of the train.

"What's it?"

Before anyone could answer John's question he heard a familiar horn honking outside.

"Anyone need a lift?"

John ran outside and saw Courtney in the driver's seat of the Warthog he had won for coming third place in Total Drama Halo.

"Move over, I'm driving!" he said getting in.

"What? No hello? No how are you?" she said smiling.

"We can catch up later, right now there's a million dollars on the line!"

"That is an excellent point. But at least give me a kiss."

Before John could comply, Izzy came bursting out of the caboose riding on Abe's back and the two of them took off down the road.

"Get along little Abraham! Yeehaw!"

Confessional Car: Izzy

"Big-O and I plan to use the million dollars to start an island resort, so all I had to do was make a deal with George saying that he could live on the island with us and he let me borrow Abe for awhile."

"I think we better take a rain check on that kiss." said John.

"Agreed."

"Hey! That's cheating!" said Gwen.

"How can it be cheating if there are no rules?" said John as they drove off after Izzy.

"So long suckers!" said Courtney.

"Damnit! I need a car!" said Gwen.

"Aren't the cars we used for the Road Rally still in the storage cars?" asked Sarah.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

Gwen and Sarah both broke into the storage cars, found the keys to the vehicles they used for the Georgia challenge, and sped off to catch up with John and Izzy.

"And they're off!" hollered Geoff "Its Izzy shooting out in front! John in second quickly catching up! And here come Gwen and Sarah bringing up the rear!"

"They're come onto 10th street North, its Izzy still in the lead!" said Bridgette.

"Go Izzy go!" yelled Owen.

Confessional: Noah

"Raptors are supposed to be a lot smaller than they appear in Jurassic Park. Also the average top speed a raptor could run was about 40 miles an hour. Abe, whose origins are still unknown and are probably bull crap, is running faster than an automobile right now."

Confessional: Izzy

"I'm racing to Capitol Hill atop an abnormally large raptor, how cool is that?"

"They're gaining on us! Abe, can you go any faster?"

"Hold on tight!"

John was going as fast as he could while trying to observe the rules of the road at the same time.

"Courtney, mount the paint ball turret!"

"You got it!"

"Here comes John closing in on Izzy… OH! He blows them right off the street with a really dirty trick!"

Knocked off balance by the barrage of paint balls, Abe tripped and skidded across the street.

"Abe! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine; it's only a flesh wound… Just give me a moment."

Without warning Gwen and Sarah came out of nowhere to catch up with John.

"Everyone has passed Izzy! There go Gwen and Sarah struggling for position!"

While Gwen and Sarah were trying to get in front of each other without crashing into some innocent bystanders they didn't notice Heather and Alejandro setting an ambush up ahead.

"Here they come."

Confessional: Heather

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, there is no way in hell I'm going to let someone who doesn't exist win this game."

When Gwen and Sarah came close enough Heather and Alejandro jumped out from behind the bushes armed with crossbows and shot at their tires.

"Ha! Take that bitch!"

Sarah jumped out of her car and came running at Heather.

"Oh shit…"

Sarah leapt high into the air and came down like a meteor on Heather's leg.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

"Drop the crossbow and stay where you are Alejandro, or I'll break your other arm. Now if you'll excuse me I have a race to win."

Confessional: Ezekiel

"She's so amazing… and hot too!"

"Looks like both Gwen and Sarah thought ahead and are unloading some spare tires! And here comes Izzy and Abe back into the race!"

"But I don't know if it's going to make any difference Geoff." said Bridgette "John's way out in front! I gotta tell you, it's going to take something pretty weird to stop him!"

John and Courtney were going down Washington Boulevard as fast as they could without speeding, and the Pentagon had just come into view.

"We can go sightseeing after I've won my second million." said John.

"Sounds like a plan."

Suddenly John just stopped the car.

"What's wrong? Why are we stopping?"

"Red light."

"Oh jeez…"

As the line of traffic moved Courtney looked over her shoulder.

"John, they're catching up!"

"I can't just run a red light! What kind of example would I be setting?"

Confessional: Courtney

"Darn live television."

"I don't believe it! John was stopped dead in his tracks by a red light!" said Geoff "Now the others have caught up to him! There goes Gwen shooting out in front, but oh no! Courtney's not going to take that lying down! And the Blue Doom is met with a barrage of paint balls!"

Confessional: Gwen

"Courtney is lucky I don't really own that car, because if I did I'd be furious."

"There go Gwen and John dueling for the lead!" said Bridgette "But wait, what's this! Here comes Abe jockeying for position, but boy does he look pooped!"

Izzy could see that Abe was giving it all he had, but trying to keep up with three cars was leaving him exhausted.

"Abe, I think it's time we took advantage of the fact that there are no rules in this race."

"What did you have in mind?"

Izzy whispered her idea.

"I like the way you think."

Abe summoned whatever strength he had left to try and get in the lead.

"There they go onto 14th Street Bridge; Sarah takes the lead, but here comes Izzy and Abe! I gotta tell you that poor reptile must be running himself ragged! But what's this?"

When Abe got close enough he jumped onto the hood of Sarah's car.

"I don't believe it Bridge! It looks like Izzy and Abe are hitching a ride!"

"Get off of my hood you cheaters!"

"Didn't you hear Chris? In this race anything goes!"

"Well, can you at least move so I can see where I'm going?"

"CAR!"

Sarah barely swerved out of the way in time to avoid rear-ending the guy in front of her.

"Okay, maybe we should get on the top of the car."

"They're past the Jefferson Memorial, onto Southeast Freeway and heading into the home stretch!"

"Don't forget campers, once you reach Capitol Hill you must exit your vehicles and dismount your reptiles. The first person to summit the west steps ends the game!" said Chris.

"Go Izzy!"

"John-John! He's our man! If he can't do it no one can!"

"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"

"Let's go Gwen!"

"They're turning onto 6th Street Southeast!"

"Here they come!"

Capitol Hill was surrounded by fans. John was the first person to reach the west stairs, Chris and the other campers were waiting at the top.

"Run Johnny! Run!"

John jumped out of the car and started to race up the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Sarah came out of nowhere and knocked John flat on the visor of his helmet.

"It's mine!" said Gwen running up the stairs.

"Not today!"

Izzy jumped up, did a triple somersault, landed in front of Gwen, and knocked her back down the stairs.

"You are so dead!" she said getting to her feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen the race has erupted into a free for all!" exclaimed Chris.

John, Gwen, Sarah, and Izzy all wrestled with each other as they tried to ascend the stairs.

"Right hook, left jab, roundhouse kick! Haymaker, scissor kick, overhand, backfist, axe kick! Right in the coconuts! This is anybody's game! It's John! It's Izzy! It's Sarah! It's Gwen! No wait there goes John again! There's never been anything quite like this! The crowd is going absolutely berserk! Right into center field stand! Two points! And the crowd loves it! Foul! Touché! Touchdown! Strike! Ball! Ball! Strike! Ball! Strike! She's out! Out like a light! He shoots he scores! Penalty shot! Out of bounds! Hand ball! Net ball! Spike! It's a hole in one! What a spectacle! It's every man for himself!"

Confessional: George

"Ladies and gentlemen, what we're seeing is a complete disregard for all the things this country stands for. Violence, big and fast cars, greed, destruction of property, is this really what comes to mind when we think of America?"

"They're just a few feet away from a million dollars!"

WHAM!

"And the crowd loses its mind!" exclaimed Bridgette.

No one was sure just who had reached the top of the stairs first.

"Well folks… it's up to Chef, that impartial pillar of judicial dignity whose word is law." said Chris.

This is it!

Christina plays her final card!

John

Gwen

Sarah

Izzy

Who will win the million dollars?

You decide!

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