Author's note: … Or maybe you don't. I couldn't wait to continue this story.
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Chapter 7: Plot Twist -
10:32 AM - WOOHP
There was a moment of silence as eyes fell on the crow-black wig that lay on the ground. Then heads turned to look at the person whose head the wig had fallen off of.
Jerry gasped. "You! You're Tim Scam! Sam, Clover, I thought you said you'd stopped him!"
"We thought we did," Sam explained. "I guess not everything is-"
ZAP! Tim fired a special laser gun that froze Sam in place. He promptly did the same with Clover, Jerry, and all other WOOHP employees within range. Then, he aimed at me.
With lightning-quick reflexes, I held up my DS so that the two screens deflected the next laser blast back at Tim, hitting him. Nothing happened.
As it turned out, Tim was wearing a special belt that made him immune to the same blasts he fired. This guy wasn't stupid.
Tim started firing laser blasts all over the place. I dove behind Jerry's desk for cover, and followed a procedure similar to the one I followed in the environmental simulator.
Finally, the laser gun refused to fire. It was out of juice. Tim promptly replaced the battery, but in the time it took him to do so, I had bolted.
As Tim looked around, he heard my voice: "Stop right there!"
He turned and looked at me. I was holding a time bomb, which I promptly flipped on and threw at him. Now it was his turn to take cover.
The joke, it turned out, was on him. This was the same time bomb that I had been required to find in my first test. The timer had not been reset, and as a result, the bomb quickly "exploded".
Remember, the bomb was a fake, and its effects were completely harmless. Tim didn't know that, though, until the "explosion" showered the room in smoke and pyrotechnics, just like Jerry had said.
Realizing that he'd been had, Tim Scam quickly started chasing after me again. I managed to duck behind a corner, and he lost sight of me for a moment.
As he turned the corner, he saw me inside the same banquet hall that I had taken my fifth test in. He dashed in after me, only to find that I was just a hologram, and the real me was hiding in a trash can outside.
"Gee," I thought, "this hologram-generating mood ring I found in Jerry's desk sure comes in handy."
I promptly pulled a lever, latching the door closed, and pressed the robot summoning button as many times as I could. In seconds Scam was surrounded by robots.
As much as I wanted to stick around and listen to the carnage, I had to flee. Tim managed to break out of the room I locked him in just as I was about to get away. Rats.
Knowing that I would have a hard time shaking him now, I opted to try to fool him by running through the obstacle course. I entered, with Tim following close behind.
The platforms didn't slow down Tim, nor did the apparent dead end. I had left the secret box open in my haste, and he saw the secret tunnel entrance almost immediately.
As he climbed down, there was a CLICK! and the lights went out, courtesy of yours truly. I ambushed him in the dark and tried to unhitch his belt, but he threw me off before I could do so.
Tim chased me into the box room. I tried to push boxes to block him off, but he just broke them. He held onto the bottom of the freight elevator as I rode it up.
This guy was really serious about getting rid of me, I thought. At the top, I crossed the retractable bridge, which I would have retracted if I knew how, and jumped onto the slide with Tim in hot pursuit.
As we slid, Tim tried to shoot me with his laser gun, but kept missing. I leapt for the rope at the end and caught it, but Tim wasn't so fortunate as he plummeted to the bottom of the room.
Figuring that Jerry would take precautions not to let anyone get hurt, I let go of the rope and dropped down after him. I was right; the floor was insulated with mattresses, but the fall was enough to knock Tim out.
I took Tim's belt off and stunned him with his own laser gun. I then dragged him back to the lobby and left him in the middle of the room while I unfroze everyone else.
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Now that's a plot twist! This story is beginning to wrap up!
