Chapter 1
Turv
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Green hair fell onto my black cover.
I was getting my hair cut. Blaze sat next to me, not getting his hair cut, and Knuckles wasn't either. Blaze was spinning in circles on the chair and Knuckles was sitting there laughing at them.
"Weeee!" yelled Blaze.
I watched him from the mirror in front of me.
Blaze stood up, stumbled around, and finally sat back down.
"Ugh . . . That was fun! I'm gonna do it again!" Blaze said happily, and started spinning again. "Weeee!"
I laughed. The barber did too. So did Knux.
"Blaze, you're weird." Knuckles said once he stopped.
Blaze shook his head to get his normal vision back. "Thank you."
I chuckled again.
All of a sudden Blaze's cell phone rang. He smiled evilly and looked at the screen. Blaze mouthed "It's Erik" to us. He hit a button and put it to his ear.
"What do you want?!" he yelled into the phone.
Blaze started to laugh as he listened to what Erik told him.
"What?! You're kidding, right? No. That's stupid. Why can't they get other guys to do it?" he asked.
"All right . . ." Blaze groaned and shut the phone off. "We gotta go."
I blinked.
"That's all right, because you're done, Turv," the barber said and took the coat off me.
I shook my head making my hair stand up. Took my goggles from the counter and put them on, which holds my hair up.
Walked to the counter with Blaze and Knuckles.
Gave the barber twelve bucks and a five dollar tip. He thanked me and we all walked out.
"What's wrong?" I asked Blaze once we got out.
"NASA wants us to go to the moon. Some group called 'The Detonators' are trapped. Aliens called Kagors kid napped them when they landed on here." Blaze explained.
"Why can't they send regular astronauts?" Knuckles asked.
"That's what I said. The NASA people said they aren't as good as saving the world as we are," Blaze said. "Hardrive called a meeting at his apartment."
"I guess I'm not welcome." Knuckles said.
Blaze shook his head. "You would be if you were a Raider. We don't hate you, but we don't like to have other people hanging around."
"Ah, I see."
"I'll call you to tell you what happened," Blaze said.
"Okay. See ya," Knuckles said, walking off.
We waved and headed toward Hardrive's apartment.
"So we were the last ones who found out?" I asked. "Who got the call?"
We were at Hardrive's apartment. Mina and Halen just arrived a few minutes ago and the meeting just started.
"I got the call," Hardrive said. "NASA said they wanted us."
"Of course! Who else would they want? Chris Farley?" Erik asked.
Dumb question.
"Erik, Chris Farley isn't even alive," Blaze said.
"I know!"
We all groaned.
"Did they tell you anything else?" asked Slash.
"No, they just said to come here later on at 4:00 PM," Hardrive said.
I looked up at the clock. 2:00 PM.
"Well then, are they going to tell us about the Kagors?" asked Mina.
"Yeah," Hardrive said.
"What about training?" asked Halen.
"The same as the astronauts get."
I groaned. I don't want to go to the moon!
Turv
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Green hair fell onto my black cover.
I was getting my hair cut. Blaze sat next to me, not getting his hair cut, and Knuckles wasn't either. Blaze was spinning in circles on the chair and Knuckles was sitting there laughing at them.
"Weeee!" yelled Blaze.
I watched him from the mirror in front of me.
Blaze stood up, stumbled around, and finally sat back down.
"Ugh . . . That was fun! I'm gonna do it again!" Blaze said happily, and started spinning again. "Weeee!"
I laughed. The barber did too. So did Knux.
"Blaze, you're weird." Knuckles said once he stopped.
Blaze shook his head to get his normal vision back. "Thank you."
I chuckled again.
All of a sudden Blaze's cell phone rang. He smiled evilly and looked at the screen. Blaze mouthed "It's Erik" to us. He hit a button and put it to his ear.
"What do you want?!" he yelled into the phone.
Blaze started to laugh as he listened to what Erik told him.
"What?! You're kidding, right? No. That's stupid. Why can't they get other guys to do it?" he asked.
"All right . . ." Blaze groaned and shut the phone off. "We gotta go."
I blinked.
"That's all right, because you're done, Turv," the barber said and took the coat off me.
I shook my head making my hair stand up. Took my goggles from the counter and put them on, which holds my hair up.
Walked to the counter with Blaze and Knuckles.
Gave the barber twelve bucks and a five dollar tip. He thanked me and we all walked out.
"What's wrong?" I asked Blaze once we got out.
"NASA wants us to go to the moon. Some group called 'The Detonators' are trapped. Aliens called Kagors kid napped them when they landed on here." Blaze explained.
"Why can't they send regular astronauts?" Knuckles asked.
"That's what I said. The NASA people said they aren't as good as saving the world as we are," Blaze said. "Hardrive called a meeting at his apartment."
"I guess I'm not welcome." Knuckles said.
Blaze shook his head. "You would be if you were a Raider. We don't hate you, but we don't like to have other people hanging around."
"Ah, I see."
"I'll call you to tell you what happened," Blaze said.
"Okay. See ya," Knuckles said, walking off.
We waved and headed toward Hardrive's apartment.
"So we were the last ones who found out?" I asked. "Who got the call?"
We were at Hardrive's apartment. Mina and Halen just arrived a few minutes ago and the meeting just started.
"I got the call," Hardrive said. "NASA said they wanted us."
"Of course! Who else would they want? Chris Farley?" Erik asked.
Dumb question.
"Erik, Chris Farley isn't even alive," Blaze said.
"I know!"
We all groaned.
"Did they tell you anything else?" asked Slash.
"No, they just said to come here later on at 4:00 PM," Hardrive said.
I looked up at the clock. 2:00 PM.
"Well then, are they going to tell us about the Kagors?" asked Mina.
"Yeah," Hardrive said.
"What about training?" asked Halen.
"The same as the astronauts get."
I groaned. I don't want to go to the moon!