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Chapter Eleven: Hell's Babushka's

"Is everything set?" The voice from behind the chair asked.

"Of course. Everything is ready, just as you planned." The boy in front of the desk replied.

"Good. Let it all begin."

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"I left my heart... In San Francisco!!!!" Dewey tried to sing- his voice sounding something like nails on a scratchboard. The whole band had their ears covered.

"Dude- Sinatra and Co. are NOT for you!!! PLEASE go back to the rock, man!!!!" Zack complained as their limo made its way across the ever famous golden gate bridge.

"Sorry... couldn't help myself. How bout a round of the Ramones' California Sun?!" Dewey exclaimed.

"No!!" Summer exclaimed. "No more singing!! PLEASE!!! We will have enough of that at the concert tonight, thank you very much!"

Dewey frowned but remained silent all the same. Sighs of relief waved through the scrunched, uncomfortably warm backseat. Zack knew that Dewey should be sitting up front- but the driver had kicked him back here with the kids due to... what else but annoying singing? Now the back seat was even more scrunched, uncomfortably warm, and as annoying as ever.

"Are we almost there?!" a disgruntled Eleni complained. Again. Zack rolled his eyes.

"Hello-o. We're already almost over the Golden Gate Bridge!" He barked back, making her send a scowl in his direction. Zack didn't care- he was tired of driving in this horrible limo. He wanted to be up on the stage, rocking out! He wanted the fans to go wild and squabble over who got his thrown-into-the-crowd hat! Not sit and wait in yet another city for eight hours before he could do what he wished.

Even Spazzy himself seemed to notice this about Zack.

"Dude..." he told Zack patiently. "Chill... out. Kay?"

Zack himself didn't even know what he mumbled back incoherently, but nobody else said anything, so oh well. Finally, after what seemed like an entirely too long road trip, the gang burst out into the shopping district of San Francisco- high hills, trolleys, and all...

"We suffer through all that..." Leonard, who also seemed a bit on the edge, said through gritted teeth, "to go shopping?"

Every single guy, Zack included, (well... with the exception of Billy, who well, seemed completely overjoyed) let out a disgruntled sigh.

"What is it with guys and shopping?" Tomika asked, rolling her eyes at them.

"Look. Clothes are nice. Things are nice. But we just do not feel the need to spend hours pondering over which of the nice clothes and things are better than the other clothes and things. And trying on things. It's just... I don't know... a waste of time? I mean, we get what we need and get out. Nothing to it." Frankie explained patiently.

"Waste of time?!" Michelle gasped, while she, Eleni, and Billy (the most avid shoppers of the group) all flinched.

Zack rolled his eyes just in time to see Katie coming in between the two new-formed groups.

"Listen. Summer- you know my sizes and my style, you guys take care of my shopping for me while I lead this band of unhappy non-shoppers elsewhere..." She quickly shepherded the guys towards the limo again as the store-bound group flounced off elsewhere.

"Posh- if they get into trouble it's your entire fault!" Dewey's voice echoed towards them. "She's in charge, dudes!"

What is Katie doing here? Zack had to know, as she let out a big sigh.

"Shopping is fun. When it's a good time to shop. But after being stuck in that limo the last place I want to be stuck is in a small dressing room." Katie grinned.

"So what do we do now, Miss In-Charge?" Marco asked, looking around. Katie rolled her eyes.

"God. You guys are more clueless than I thought! Band of Clueless Dudes- look around you! Note the hilly streets!" Katie spread her arms out towards the bustling streets. Zack followed her line of sight. Wow. Hilly. Streets. What was Katie getting at?

"Yeah. We see the streets..." Gordon pointed out. Katie whacked Gordon and Marco, the two nearest to her, on their heads.

"Oh my God! You guys are blind!!! Note the hilly streets and the small fact that all of our blades and/or skateboards are located just in the trunk of this here limousine!"

Oooh... the word was unspoken but hung in the air like a UFO. Just like that there was an instant rush for the trunk.

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"I love walkie talkies." Freddy announced.

"Shut up. They'll hear us!" Zack scolded.

"I wonder where they are..." Lawrence wondered aloud.

"We should ambush them." Frankie gleamed.

"Why I am always stuck with you guys!" Katie complained.

The five filed out from behind stacks of fish crates, each making their own grimace. Freddy, Zack, and Frankie each carrying their boards, Katie and Lawrence rolling on their blades.

"Should we split up?" Freddy asked.

"No!" Katie yelled suddenly, getting confused stares from her teammates. "I mean... they'd expect that. Plus, I am not living any of you guys alone. I am in charge, remember?" She recovered.

"Yeah, yeah..." Zack replied. Stupid Dewey. Why was Katie always in charge?

"Look! Down there!" Lawrence pointed to the bottom of the hill. Sure enough, the other team had sighted them and were frantically trying to climb the hill.

"CHARGE!!!" Frankie flipped down his board and began to roll down. Zack grabbed him just in time.

"No you idiot! We run!" Zack told him as their team skated off in the other direction, down another hill.

"Go! Go! Go!" Lawrence cried.

"Hear you loud and clear, goatrider!" Freddy saluted.

"Goatrider?!" Frankie asked confusedly.

"Don't ask!" Zach explained as they made their way, speeding up down the street. Then, out of nowhere, just as they were nearing the bottom of the hill, Zach saw twelve blurs in blue jump out from nowhere, and the next thing he knew, they were grabbing them...

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"Ow..." Zach moaned, looking around. He looked around and saw his friends also beginning to stir. They all seemed to be inside some... warehouse. Crates were everywhere and the place seemed big and cementy enough.

"They awaken." A voice echoed. He whipped around to see a guy about his age in a bright blue robe. A guy and a girl in the same outfit were to the left and right of him.

"Uh... dude... where the hell are we?!" Freddy exclaimed.

"Silence. You are in the lair of Hell's Babushka's, the most notorious, kid skating gang." The girl spoke. Zach stood up.

"Yo... listen. If you want autographs, we already pre-signed a bunch for our merchandise. Now I have no clue what Hell's Babushka's is... or are... but move away from the door and give us our skate stuff back!!!" a very angry and confused Zack yelled. The three in the blue robes smirked.

"We already told you. We have no need for autographs. Our new leader wished to see you. And we are Hell's Babushka's- the most notorious, kid skating gang." The second boy, who looked a bit younger, laughed out.

"Try the only kid skating gang." Frankie mumbled.

"What does your "leader" want with us?" Lawrence glared.

"That is to be taken care of when you see her." The first one gleamed.

"What if we don't want to see her?" Katie pouted.

"You have no choice."

"Okay- so what exactly are you going to do to us if we try to escape?" Freddy asked, matter-of-factly. The three looked at each other.

"Um... we... have our upper sources..."

"Yeah. Uh-huh. So what might these upper sources be?" Zach argued. This was pathetic. Hell's Babushka's? First off, what kind of name was that? Secondly, they had no clue what they were doing! Oy... Zach almost felt sad for them...

"Lorenna- go speak with our leader." The first one to talk instructed the girl. Lorenna nodded vacantly and walked out a door.

"So... while we're waiting, what are you two guys' names?" Katie asked curiously. Zach looked at her, wondering what she was planning. The Katie he saw was different, her eyes seemed heavy but glinting, she was flipping her hair more than usual, and her mouth was slightly open as she glanced over the two blue-robed guys. What the hell? Zach felt like yelling, "Katie! This is not a time for flirting!" but held his tongue.

"Um... I'm Aaron... and this is Ian."

"Ian's my middle name you, know." Freddy pointed out, nodding. Everyone shot looks at him. "What?" He asked hopelessly. Zach rolled his eyes. Back to Katie- who had inched forward. What was she doing?!

"Aaron and Ian, huh?" She smiled. "I've always liked those names."

The two seemed to get a bit flustered as Katie made her way towards them. This, Zach thought, I gotta see. He and the four other guys watched silently.

"And your name is?" Ian asked, eyes hopeful. Katie bit her lower lip as she circled the two.

"Katie..." She whispered. "But usually people already know the name of the people they kidnap..."

"Kidnap?" Aaron asked confused. "I wouldn't say that exactly..."

"No?" Katie asked, drawing herself closer to him. "Well, I think it is. Me and my friends here would really like it if you just let us out. Let me out at least. Even though I do really like you both..."

"Um..."

"Uh..."

"NOW!!!" Frankie yelled, rushing the two. They were soon both lying face-up on the ground as Zach and the others rushed into them and out of the door, fleeing.

"Yo! Our skate stuff!" Freddy pointed to the pile of boards, blades, and helmets in the corner.

"Grab them! No time to put them on!" Katie exclaimed, scooping up her blades as they ran down the street.

"Oh believe me," Lawrence said, as he looked behind. Zach did too and saw Aaron and Ian, on blades, tailing them. "There is time!"

As fast as they could, they hopped on their boards, slid on their helmets, and slipped into their skates and before they knew it, they were out of breath at the limo.

"GOT YOU!!!!!" Gordon, Marco, Leonard, and the rest of the other team yelled, circling the chased group.

"We surrender. Are they gone?" Freddy asked, looking for the blue robes. Nothing.

"Yeah. Hallelujah!" Zach exclaimed before turning to Katie. "What was up with that before?"

Katie blushed. "Well... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do..."

"You failed me!" The leader exclaimed, glaring at Aaron, Lorenna, and Ian. "I failed myself!"

"Look... we tried..." Aaron babbled...

"Silence. I give up. I could not capture those select School of Rock members- I cannot do anything. Aaron- as second in command I know leave you the new leader of Hell's Babushka's!"

And with that, Catherine removed her blue robe and stormed out of the warehouse, her blue eyes glaring.

She gleamed contentedly in the San Francisco moonlight, saying, "I'll get you, Freddy Jones. You'll be mine if it's the last thing I do!"