When I was done telling the story, Shawn and I sat in silence, neither of us sure what to say.

Finally, Shawn broke the quiet.

"So what now?" he asked.

I thought it over a moment.

"Well," I said, "we have guns now. I guess we should bust out."

"Really?" Shawn asked, "Just like that, we'll magically escape?"

"No," I told him, "not magic. Really, all we'll be doing is firing a few bullets and stealing things. We'll have to get Rey too, I guess."

"You have a plan?" he asked again.

I sighed and told him my thoughts, which weren't too well thought out to begin with. We would leave the study, guns literally blazing, take out cyborg, and put two in Murdoc. Not enough to kill him- but then again, I wouldn't object if we accidently punctured an artery. After he was down, we would steal his keys, find Rey, then take the car-submarine out of here.

"Well, that's brilliant and all," Shawn said, "but how do we find Rey? Furthermore, I'm willing to bet that robot will have you down quicker than you can even draw your gun."

I also spotted a huge flaw in my plan: Russell. I had completely forgotten about him, although I seem to recall Murdoc sending him off the island for something. But if he was here, I felt certain he would try and stop us.

"It'll be fine," I told Shawn, "it's like those ridiculous video games you play. Just quick and easy stuff. The worst that could go wrong is we're jailed for murder- but we could plead self-defense."

Shawn looked at me, horrified.

"Okay," I said, "how about this- today, we just take out Cyborg, permanently. We need her out of operation if we're to escape, let alone survive."

"What do you mean we have to take her out if we want to survive?" Shawn asked me.

"Well," I figured, "Murdoc doesn't need us alive, and I'm sure he's still angry after that little stunt. I think, eh, two or three days before he sends up that thing to put us to sleep."

"He would do that?" Shawn asked me.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing my wrists, "he would."

POV: Lucky

"Ow!" I shouted, "God damn it! I told you to fix me, not make it worse!"

"Stop being a bitch," Murdoc told me, holding up the bullet, "I got it out, didn't I?"

I grumbled in response, and he bandaged my leg.

"It's your own fault," he said suddenly, "I didn't hire you to fight for me."

"But Dante-" I began.

"-isn't the problem," Murdoc said flatly, "at least, not YOUR problem. 2D is YOUR problem. So until you've done what I asked, keep out of my sights."

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't give me orders, grampa. I know what I'm doing- I'm just having a little fun." I muttered.

"Fun with Noodle, eh?" Murdoc asked me, smirking.

"Why?" I asked, "There a problem?"

"Do whatever you want with her or whoever else, excluding me. I don't care how you do it, just get it done. Or you're done. Get it?" he asked.

I scowled, the nodded.

2D may have been what I was after, but Dante was going down first.

Then I would have Murdoc and Noodle for desert.

POV: Dante

I crept around the halls, gun in hand. I needed to find Cyborg, and quick. Shawn had stayed in the study, in case she decided to go there.

After hours of searching, I finally found her outside 2D's room. She raised her hand to knock, but before she could I fired four bullets into her head, and watched her collapse. She crumpled to the ground, and I smiled.

"Wot was dat?" I heard 2D ask from inside his room. I knelt over, picked up Cyborg, and carried her into the lift just in time for 2D to open the door and see nothing.

In the study, I lay Cyborg on the table.

"Here," Shawn said, handing me a hammer, "I found a hammer!"

He looked immensely proud of himself, so I decided not to say anything. Instead, I began to smash Cyobrg in the face, hoping I was breaking something important. Then I began hitting every part of her (for those of you with sick minds, yes, I just said that) and didn't stop until she was an unrecognizable mess.

"I think that's good enough," I told Shawn.

"Ya think?" he muttered.

I sighed, then turned to him.

"Come on," I said, "we better hide the parts so Murdoc can't put her back together again.

After Cyborg had been taken apart and her parts hidden, we took a moment to relax in the studio.

"So what's it been like wherever you were being held?" I asked.

"It sucked," Shawn growled, "the green guy came down twice a day to drop some food in for me and Rey. It usually wasn't anything very good- sometimes a fish or a small sandwich."

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked him.

"Yeah," Shawn nodded, "kinda."

"Then let's go steal some food," I told him, "be careful, and bring your gun. Who really knows what Murdoc's thinking?"

We had left the kitchen with some fairly good food, and had a big meal. We talked for a while, then decided it would be best to get some rest. I stayed awake while Shawn slept, in case Murdoc wanted to try anything funny.

But he didn't, and around three in the morning I found myself drifting off to sleep.

I yawned, and opened my eyes. The first things I noticed was how big Shawn was in comparison to me.

Shawn looked at me, and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, hi there, Mr. Kitty," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well meow to you too," he told me, "but I have to go find my friend Dante. He must have went to go get breakfast."

I looked down, and saw I had paws instead of legs. I screamed, then took off into the Studio bathroom. I hopped up on the sink, and looked into the mirror.

I- I was a cat!