"What?!" Kim asked loudly. "Why do you want me?"

"Shut up and get up here," Mako commanded. He raised the gun and although his hand was trembling, Kim had no doubt he'd pull the trigger. She began to walk toward the front.

"What are we gonna do?" Ron asked Monique as the two boys began to call out other names.

Monique shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe if we had a way of contacting the police or something. Shoot, of all the times to be without a cell phone." She looked over at Ron who was grinning. "What?"

Ron pulled out his Communicator, smiling even wider. He flipped it to the on position and Wade's face filled the screen.

Wade glanced over. "Hey Ron, whaddup?"

"Two kids with guns just took over the cafeteria," Ron hissed. "I need you to send out a 911 or something to the Middleton police." Ron lowered his voice to a whisper. "They've got Kim."

Wade's eyes widened. "I'm right on it man." He began to furiously type on his computer. "OK," he announced. "The MPD will be there in about two minutes. Can you handle it until then?"

"Yeah, I think so." Ron clicked the Communicator off and slid it into his pocket. By now, there were about twelve kids lined up in front.

"Why are you doing this?" Kim asked.

Darek looked menacingly at her, at all of the kids in front. "Because it's people like you who have laughed at people like me and Darek. Humiliated us. Made us feel like trash. Well, now we have the upper hand and.what da heck?"

Darek was interrupted by screaming sirens. They were loud, very loud and there was no doubt as to why they were there.

The mixture of emotions that played across Darek's face was almost comical. First there was the obligatory shock, then fear, and then anger.

"OK, who called the friggin cops?!" Mako bellowed. When no one said anything, he raised his gun and began to shoot into the ceiling.

The cafeteria door burst open and a stream of policemen burst in. The students cheered.

"Young men," one of the cops instructed through a megaphone. "Put the guns down."

Kim had hoped that Darek and Mako would give themselves up. Instead, they ran.

"Hey Kim," Ron called, running up to her. "You OK?"

Kim nodded. "Yeah, thanks to whoever got the word out to the police.

Ron grinned and pulled out his own Communicator, giving it a tap. "You're welcome."

"Wow. That was you?"

Ron nodded. "Yep."

Kim leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Great thinking Ron. Now whaddya say we go get Darek and Mako?"

"Uh, yeah," Ron stammered.

***
Cleo couldn't have been happier. Everything was going according to plan.

She was seated inconspicuously in a small table, eating French fries. Just as she'd planned, Kim and Ron went racing after Darek and Mako, which meant they'd be there to see her in action. She at the last French fry, downed the last of her skim milk, and set off after Kim and Ron.

***

Darek, Mako," Kim called as she and Ron jogged down one of the Bayville High hallways. She was greeted with a gunshot that slammed into a locker off to her right, spreading the odor of burnt metal. "OK, that's it!" She picked up the pace considerably as the two boys turned a corner.

Before Kim and Ron made the corner though, they heard an 'oomph' noise that sounded suspiciously like someone getting hit. Both had intended to surprise attack on Darek and Mako but when they looked around the corner, it was obvious someone had beaten them to the punch. Literally.

Ron watched amazedly as Mako went flying through the air, landing at his feet with a thud. A few seconds later, Darek who was also unconscious joined his buddy.

His eyes traveled up, over the limp bodies of Darek and Mako to the person responsible for so masterfully incapacitating them. She was smiling at him.

"Cleo?" Ron did a double take. She didn't have a scratch on her. Hair perfectly straight, she looked like she'd just stepped off a modeling runway.

Cleo grinned even more widely. "I'm sorry you had to uh, see that," She said apologetically. "No problem," Kim said. "Although that was amazing. What was that? Karate? Tae Kwon Do?"

Cleo shook her head. "Nope. Try ancient Egyptian fighting technique. Bounty hunters and members of the Pharaoh's guard used it, the bounty hunters to retrieve slaves and the guards to protect the Pharaoh. It's very effective."

"No kidding," Ron said. He looked down at Darek and Mako. "How about we get these two bad boys to the police?"

Cleo laughed. "Right behind you."

***

"Amazing," Kim muttered as she and Ron watched the news in her living room.

"What?"

Kim gestured to the television. Darek and Mako probably thought they were going to get a whole bunch of media attention, but they hardly even got mentioned."

"It is weird though," Ron mused. "Where did they get guns like that?"

"Guns are not that hard to get these days Ron," Kim reminded him.

'Those weren't just any guns though," Ron countered. "They were Egyptian model 52 semiautomatics. I know, I even had Wade cross-reference it."

"Yeah, you don't exactly find weapons like that on the street," Kim admitted. "Sounds like something a terrorist would use," Kim said.

"Exactly. It doesn't make any sense.

You will find, dear Ron that there are many things in life that don't make sense." Kim stood up, turning the TV off with the remote. "I'm hungry," she announced, reaching over to the phone. "How does Pizza Hut sound?"

***
Cleo walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her. This was perfect! Everything was perfect and everything was going according to plan.

She set her backpack down and sat on the couch, relaxing.

She had been responsible for what had happened earlier in the day, the school shooting that had resulted in an early dismissal and the entire school being cordoned off with crime scene tape. She laughed to herself. Darek and Mako had been easier to hypnotize than anyone she'd ever put under mind control. After they were under her power, giving them a couple of handguns had been a piece of cake considering how many she had (illegally of course).

Yes, it wouldn't be long now.