Heehee. . . I just got the longest review of ff.net. . .

Venice would not stop bickering behind them, yelling out threats and saying the most obscene remarks. Steve, who sat beside her, was giggling as Mr. Anderson grew red with fury.

"MS. SPADE! Would you be so kind as to SHUT UP?" He finally burst.

"NO! This is what you get for kidnapping me, you genocidal fuckhead!" She shouted.

"Genocidal? I'm not genocidal!" Mr. Anderson retorted.

"Yes you are. You're just like Hitler except Hitler had a cooler mustache!" Venice stuck her tongue out at him.

It was a good thing that Bruce was driving, because Mr. Anderson (Mr. Hitler) would have driven them all of the road.

Venice grinned. "Yeah, you look more like that little cunt on the Lucky Charms cereal box! Leprechaun!"

Their dispute was interrupted by Bruce saying, "Sir, I think we're being followed. . ."

Mr. Anderson threw his hands up in the air. "I can't win," He whined.

Jack accelerated to make sure not to loose the black Taurus in front of him. Liz sat next to him in the passenger seat, gripping onto her seat belt for dear life, while Norrington, who had regained consciousness, and Damian sat in back trying to reawaken Will.

"Jack, are you trying to launch off the ground?" Liz gasped.

"I always do!"

Damian looked up. "We aren't trying to ram them, Jack. Don't seem suspicious. And don't loose them!"

They followed the car to a small house on the outskirts of town, where Jack drove past where the car pulled in.

"Jack, you moron!" Damian cursed, "You missed where they got off!"

"You said not to seem suspicious . . .they won't suspect a thing, now," Jack said as he pulled into the next driveway.

"Guess we weren't being followed, eh Boss?"

Mr. Anderson looked around uneasily. "No . . . I guess not."

Venice smirked suddenly. "What's so funny, demon!?" Mr. Anderson shouted.

"No need to shout, Josh," She mocked, "My hearing isn't nearly as bad as yours. Then again, I'm not nearly as old as you, and I also don't look like a cereal box character." Venice couldn't help but smirk, though, because she had just seen Jack watching from behind a bush, where he had winked at her.

Mr. Anderson groaned. "Bruce, Steve, get this . . . this thing away from me and inside." Bruce complied immediately, but Steve hesitated. Upon a look from Mr. Anderson, though, he went to help Bruce.

Jack, Damian, and Will (who had waken up thanks to a nice slap from Liz) stood up upon the door closing behind Mr. Anderson. Liz and Norrington were waiting in the car, Liz explaining the situation to their teacher. The three boys ran silently up to the house and peered into a dirty window.

Inside, Mr. Anderson had had Venice tied to the only solid piece of furniture, a bed.

She snorted. "Wow, Josh, I didn't know you were into bondage. Where are the fuzzy pink handcuffs?"

Joshua Anderson had had enough of Venice's snide remarks and peace of mind. A hostage should not be so nonchalant! His last nerve burst and he pulled a ceremonial dagger out of where it had been tucked into his belt and looked at Venice.

Venice frowned. "Well, everyone always carry those around in their back pocket . . ." She looked at Steve. "That was mighty convenient. Or, wait, have you been planning this for a while?" She looked back to Mr. Anderson, smirking. This crusade of theirs had been going on for seven years now.

Infuriated, the man ran for Venice. However, he was stopped by the loud crash of breaking glass and a body with dark, braided hair landing on top of him.