Blah. Sorry it took so long, I've been really sick lately x_X Okay, well, in this chapter the trio of teens break into the police station, and, I can't say anymore cause I'll spoil it! ^^
It was ten at night, as three black clad teenagers, one carrying a big black bag, silently sneaked around to the back of the local police station.
"This is ridiculous! We could get caught!" Squee whispered as he nervously looked around at all the boxes and trash that was piled up against the Dumpster by a rather large door. "Yeah, and why do we have to wear these black leotards?"
Pepito joined in, pulling at the skintight fabric. Each of them had on full-bodied tights, a snowcap, gloves, and boots' all of the items being black of course. "Because we have to blend in!" Sam rasped as she put down the heavy bag, "…Plus, unlike baggy clothing, these make hardly any sound. And they're stylish!"
She giggled and struck a pose, running her hand down her side and tossing her hair.
The boys just rolled their eyes and Squee jiggled the doorknob, but the door was locked. "Don't worry, I'm a master at this," Sam reached around to the back of her head and ran her fingers though her hair, then pulled out something.
"I always keep a few bobby-pins under my hair for just such an occasion," she bent down and stuck it into the lock, twisting and turning it until a small 'click' was heard. They all grinned as Sam slowly cracked open the door.
She stuck her hand inside and felt around the wall till she felt a round metal object. Feeling the sides of it, she found a long thin metal bar, a tad bigger than a straw, and quickly bent it. The fiery redhead then opened the door all the way and swaggered in.
"I was feeling around for the alarm," was the answer before either of the boys could ask, so they just nodded their heads and followed her every move. They were in a long dark hallway with many doors, but other then that the hall was empty.
Making sure to stick to the shadows, because there was a small red dot at the end of the hall, indicating that it was a security camera, the trio quietly crawled on the wood flooring, finally making it to the first door.
Standing up on his knees, Pepito peeked into the room through the window on the door, then shook his head. They then crawled to the next one. No luck. After about fifteen minutes of this, they finally reach the last door, and Pepito nodded.
Slinking inside, all three jumped in surprise and ducked behind a stack of boxes that was right beside the door. Another hallway and the lights were on! "Now what do we do?" Sam glared at Squee and he backed down.
"Did you guys forget my Big Black Super Special Bag of Infinite Stuff?" she reached into the bag and pulled out a camera, then quickly jumped out from behind the boxes and ran to the other end of the hallway, took a picture, then turned out the lights.
Sam quickly clipped the picture onto the front of the camera above her, as a disgruntled officer came barging out of one of the doors. He flipped on the lights and looked around, but saw nothing but an empty hallway.
Not believing he was alone, he cautiously wandered down the hall and took a right, where another hallway connected. A small sound emitted from inside one of the rooms and he quickly ran inside, but a baseball bat connected with his cranium, knocking him out cold.
"Okay, hide him under the desk," demanded Sam as she wiped the blood off her bat. The boys obliged to her order and dragged the chubby cop behind the desk, which was covered in papers. Pepito snatched the dispatcher from off his belt and turned it off, then broke it by stepping on it.
Squee also grabbed a set of keys as well, tossing them to Sam, who quickly stuffed them in her bag, then ushered them out and locked the door. "Okay, he won't be giving us any trouble." At the end of the hall, a big black door greeted them.
"This must be where the cells are." Pepito said, matter-of-factly and Sam agreed. "Yeah, I remember Johnny's is the one way in the back." They crept inside and were met with a very large, very fat policeman. "Hey, what are you kids doing in—"
Before he had time to finish his sentence, Sam screeched "DEMON MONGOOSE KICK OF DOOM!!!" and wham! Kicked the officer right in the groin, and he yelped and fell to the floor, where Squee put a rag dipped in knockout gas over his nose.
The cop inhaled and was out like a light before he even had time to blink. "Okay, you two drag fatty out of here; hide him under a…uh…just hide him somewhere where there won't be any meaty chunks sticking out to attract attention!"
"Maybe we could paint him red and say he's a hot air balloon," "Okay, enough with the fat jokes!" His two friends stared at Squee from the force in his voice, but he just laughed nervously. "Alright when you're done with him, go to part two of our mission."
The two nodded dragged the man away and Sam slipped inside and stuck her baseball bat in the doorway before the door closed so that it wouldn't lock when shut. There were cells on either side and the end of the hall could not be seen.
The cool air smelled like urine and farts and Sam wanted to go into spasms of projectile vomiting, but instead swallowed hard and looked around for security cameras, spotting one just above her head. She grinned and reached up to it, spitting out her gum and sticking it on the lens.
Silently creeping past the many cells, most of the prisoners either asleep, or taking a leak, so they didn't notice the moving shadow as it ghosted over all the cameras, each time putting something on the lens or either turning it off.
When she finally reached the last cell, she peered through the bars to see Johnny lying on the bed on his back, his hands tucked under his head and his legs crossed, humming a dreary tune.
"Melancholy?" Sam asked softly, startling him and causing him to fall on the floor, then he scrambled to his feet and reached through the bars to try and grab her, but she gasped and jumped to the side, then giggled a little.
"What? Surprised to see me?" she questioned him, "Afraid I wouldn't be back to rescue you?" "Well, I don't…"
"Johnny, I always keep promises to the ones I care about," It was then that through the dim light that Johnny noticed that Sam's nose was a sickening blackish purple and dried blood around her nostrils. "I fought Mistress Mayhem in a café, then caught her on fire."
She pulled out the keys she had gotten earlier, and put one of the keys into the lock. Nothing. She tried another one. No such luck. A vein was beginning a bulge on her temple by the time she tried the twenty-fifth key, a small 'Yes!" when she heard the click.
She opened the cell door and motioned him to come on, but he heard the faint whistling of an officer coming from down the hall and flung Sam and her bag into the cell with him, quickly closing it behind him.
When the cop strolled by, he glanced sidelong at Johnny, who was casually sitting on his bed cross-legged and inspecting the dirt under his nails and snorted, "Do you ever sleep?" "Do you ever eat tofu?"
Although the officer wasn't that large, he was bigger than most men, and stormed off. "Okay, he's gone." Sam popped her head out from under the covers and sighed, but then groaned in realization that she dropped the keys, and was on the floor in the hallway.
"Oh crap of all craps!" she got up and tried to open the door, but it was locked tight. She growled and put her arm through one of the bars to try and grab them, but they were just out of her reach. "Ah well, part two is on its way anyhow."
"Part two?" she just smiled and hopped onto the sink and got up to the barred window and clicked her nails, since she didn't know how to snap her fingers, and a chain with a big hook on the end came flying through the bars and Sam grabbed it.
She wrapped it around the bars several times, then pulled on it to see if it would hold, then nodded and waved. Now extremely curious, Johnny stalked over and looked out the window to see what the heck was going on, and saw the back of a pickup truck with Squee in the back.
He tugged at the chain that was hooked onto the truck as well, then nodded and turned, signaling to the driver and Sam jumped back onto the ground. "You might want to stand back Johnny," the engine revved and the tires squealed as the driver floored it.
The bars were starting to shake as the truck pulled more and more and the chain was rattling like crazy, determined not to break; and finally, instead of having just the bars come off, the truck had managed to rip out the whole wall!
Squee quickly undid the chain as Sam got her bag and jumped in the back of the truck and Johnny followed, then they sped off, leaving behind a mess of bricks and alarms wailing. "Hey Squeegee, who's driving this thing anyway?"
Squee smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head uncertainly. "I bet I know who," Sam leaned over the side and looked into the mirror on the drivers' side, seeing a maniacally looking Pepito, his tongue hanging out and his fangs showing, one of his eyes a swirly.
"Yeeeeeee-haw! This is a lot better than go-carts!" he hollered as they raced down the road, swerving this way and that.
Whee! That was fun!! ^___^ Action chapters rock! Next chapter up soon!