Chapter Seven
Frett went to the nearest wall computer and checked the ship's internal sensors. Mojo Jojo was headed for him. Armed.
"Oh no, he knows I'm here," though Frett. "I should have known. What am I going to do? He watched me in the stimulation. He knows how I fight. How can I beat him? He'll blow me away in a moment. I don't believe this. I can't even get my own ship back."
Stop it! This wasn't helping. It never helped. He had to focus. Blossom had told him that he had to think through his fears and doubts. If got control, he do it. Calm down and think.
Ah, Mojo might not have had time to find out about all the traps on the ship. He wouldn't take Mojo on directly. He'd trap him. Frett fled the hallway to avoid the rapidly approaching Mojo.
"Oh Booby Frett," called Mojo. "Why don't you come out? I, Mojo Jojo, only wish to talk with you. Surely we can work something out."
A sound alerted him He cautiously walked over and partly saw Frett around the next corner. Mojo aimed carefully. Since he couldn't fully see Frett, he suspected that Frett couldn't fully see him either. Besides, that fool couldn't possibly be ready for anything.
"Come out Booby Frett. We are both rational, reasonable beings. Let's discuss this."
"All right," said Frett. He began to step forward and Mojo fired. The sound of glass breaking startled him.
"He must have been near something breakable," thought Mojo. "No matter. I will finish him and then clean up the mess."
Mojo walked toward Frett and just as he neared the corner he fell through a trapdoor. Frett tossed a gas bomb into the hole before closing it. He heard a few, futile blasts as Mojo attempted to escape. Then silence.
Cautiously, he opened the trapdoor and saw Mojo lying unconscious.
"Well," thought Frett, "thinking calmly works."
He went to the door to call the Powerpuff Girls, leaving the shattered mirror that had lured Mojo behind.
To Be Continued
(I know this was short chapter, but I've been busy. Besides, weren't you dying to see that guy do something right?)