Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the movie Newsies and only own the story's idea and the character's made up families…and whoever else that pops up and you don't know…those are probably mine too. Furthermore, this story was NOT written to offend anyone and is meant purely for your enjoyment. So please….enjoyit!

In addition, I would like to apologize in advance to anyone who is or may take offense to my usage of Southern Baptist in this story. I'm in no way trying to justify any personal beliefs and simply think that of many religious groups this one best suited my needs.

I myself and Baptist but have attended Southern Baptist sermons before and would just like to take this time to clear up my usage of them Now that that is said please enjoy the story.

David's POV

Okay this is starting to get really ridiculous. How are we involved enough to be important enough to kidnap. I mean….argh. Jack's not going to be too much help seeing as he's rather out of it at the moment.

"Is there ANYTHING we can HELP you with?" I direct my question to the man driving as we get onto the highway. "And where the hell are we going?"

The man gave me a look and looked so fatherly that I couldn't believe he had just pulled a pistol on us. I glared at him.

"I find it rather difficult to believe that pulling a gun on teenagers is anywhere in your moral code." I shot at him not really caring how rude I was at that particular moment. We had been in this van for FIFTEEN MINUTES and no one had said anything.

"You know for a young man who is an accomplice to trying to bring back one of the world's most dangerous species I don't think that you have much right talking to me about morals." He lectured.

I shook my head, I wasn't even about to ask how dumb you had to be to REALLY think that I was an ACCOMPLICE. Why is it that everyone sees ACCOMPLICE and no one sees friend of victim? Or a stranded teenager on the side of the road?

"What exactly do you have against this project and where are we going?" I asked. If I'm in here, I may as well try to make some use out of it.

His eyebrows shot down and I noticed how everyone else in the van was extremely quiet. Was that old man sleeping? Man did they come prepared or what.

"Me and my church's assembly-" He began but I interrupted.

"My church's assembly and I" I corrected trying my best to irritate him…as he was with me. He glared at me before continuing.

"Anyway…we've been following the research of this project very closely. You see…to us what these wackos are trying to do is WRONG. How can it be anything but? An extinct species is and was meant to stay just that. This is along the lines of something like cloning a human. And it is something we will not tolerate in our community or on this planet. We are the only people trying to stop it. You may not know this but the egg that disappeared from the Jenkins Laboratory a few days ago is not the only one. It is simply the original. Once they were successful at recreating a hatchable egg they began making more and more and more! There is a battle being fought! Don't you see? All of the dead scientist? Someone is going to hatch those eggs! They have to be destroyed!" He rambled on eyes not leaving the road.

Okay…this HAS to be the religious group that was threatening Spot's father at work. I can't believe that I'm going to say this…but if what he's saying is true……it makes a lot of sense. But then again he IS a possibly crazy religious fanatic.

"Why would you think that we would even begin to know where these eggs are?" I asked him in seriousness, his whole theory was based on conclusions and I was not about to get involved.

He paused for a moment before looking at me. "You don't?"

I just stared. I mean…..ugh. "NO! That's what I'm trying to tell you. I know practically NOTHING! Thanks for filling me in though that's awfully nice of you but I am NOT helping you do this. You have no sound proof and for all I know you have nothing that is convincing me to trust you so if you would please pull over and let me and my friend out I would REALLY appreciate it."

He paused, "Now I can't do that young man."

Oh God, here it goes with the you know too much already speech. I think I'll just tune him out. Let's see. One pastor with a gun, two old and sleeping council members, one of those happy looking couples that sings church songs before service and a couple of church security guys. Huh. Well I suppose that when you are trying to "right" all the "wrongs" of the world you might want some muscle.

"I would really appreciate it if you pulled over," I repeat my earlier statement. He looked at me. God I can't believe Jack isn't even trying. We have no potential to get out of here and find Skittery and Spot if he doesn't back me up.

"Now son what did I just get finished saying?" He asked in a drawl that clearly stated he was trying to amuse me.

I immediately shook my head, "I dunno I wasn't listening to you." I told him and he reached in his belt and once again withdrew the pistol. I was getting sick of this really quickly.

"I don't believe you understand the gravity of the situation here son." Okay that's getting irritating too. Why am I so crabby all of a sudden? I'm just stressed I suppose…wait…why am I even thinking that…he's pointing a gun at me!

"Is this thing even loaded?" Before I can help myself I lurch forward grab the gun and take the biggest most stupid risk in my life by holding the gun up and pulling the trigger.

It clicks.

Jack suddenly interjects.

"I KNEW it!" He yells jumping forward and grabbing the wheel trying to steer the van off the road.

"Pull over the goddamn car!" He hollers kicking the 'muscle' away from him as the van swerves. Oh no…….we're on the freaking highway Jack.

One of the sleeping men woke up, "We do not take the Lord's name in this van!"

Swerving………….

"GODDAMNIT!"

Apparently we do.

Spot's POV

When I came to I couldn't believe just how badly my head hurt. It felt like someone took a wrench and beat in an upward motion against the back of my head. Squinting my eyes I looked over to see Skittery slumped into a seat. Unbound and surprisingly with a seatbelt on.

Then I remembered what had happened.

"HELPPPPP!" I shouted with all the force I could but a voice stopped me.

"Now really young Conlon there is no need to shout." The voice was heavily accented and extremely familiar. A smile leapt on my face.

"Mr. Sloviak!" I shouted never more relieved to see the man. He was the only colleague of my father's that I had ever met. He was supposedly my father's teacher in high school and the two had studied botany together when he went to study abroad in Europe. My father had mentioned to me that he was sent along with the Russian scientists as one of the top researchers of the transferring project.

I looked at the old, bearded man eagerly, then stopped and glared at him as realization crept up on me.

"Hey…..why'd you knock me out?" I asked not completely up to par on that part. He could have been a little more discreet in picking me up too. Jeez, God only knows how freaked out Jack must be.

Sloviak rolled his eyes. "My sincerest apologies Spot." He turned around to glare behind me and I turned to see an array of older and balding men behind me. One in particular was sporting bottle cap glasses and an embarrassed look. I suppose they were the surviving scientist.

"Dr. Kuzman could apparently not resist using the only opportunity he would have to chemically knock someone into unconsciousness. A perhaps childish move on his behalf." Sloviak explained.

Dr. Kuzman managed a smile, "Or perhaps too much time spent in the presence of the boy's father."

At the mention of my father there grew a silence. It was extremely suffocating and my chest dropped to my stomach. I really wished that Skitts was awake…..I needed him.

"Do you know where he is?" I asked the one question that I desperately needed to be answered. I needed to know if he was okay….if they were okay.

Mr. Sloviak sighed and turned, as he was not the one driving the car. "That is a delicate question to answer," he sighed.

Oh please don't be dead….please be okay.

"When your father discovered your mother had been kidnapped he offered to hand himself over if she was released, since he was heading the project he would be a valuable fountain of information no doubt… which is why Pulitzer complied." He explained.

Though still fearful for my father, I could feel my heat soar at the mention of my mother.

"So she's okay?" I asked urgently and practically collapsed in relief as he nodded.

"She was taken by us to a house that your father said she would be safe?" He asked confused.

I smiled and nodded, "Race's house." Our families were closer than I realized and I knew she would be safe there. Now she was at least with Lexy.

He 'ahhed' and nodded towards my statement. But what about my dad? Would he be okay? Where exactly was he? And why did that snag me exactly? Not that I wasn't grateful to have a partial lift off my shoulders, I mean I'm not that bad. I guess you just don't realize how important someone is until you're faced with the prospect of losing them. So I wanted to know all they could tell me.

"Who's Pulitzer?" I demanded. Okay….it wasn't supposed to come out that harsh. But I need to know damnit! This guy I s ruining our families and I need to know who he is.

"Joseph Pulitzer is the last known male in the Pulitzer lineage. A businessman who's been using the money rolling in from his great, great grandfather, also named Joseph Pulitzer. Have you ever heard if the Pulitzer prize?"

I gaped at him. "You gotta be shitting me." He shook his head grimly.

"He's been using the money to start businesses. Mostly shady trade organizations for gems in India but he bought out real estate and made millions more off of that. His money has been funding our project for years. Even back when Katherine was still in charge." He stopped.

"Wait…who was Katherine?" I asked as a sad look came into his eyes.

"She was the woman who started the project and had retrieved the money from Pulitzer. Who was actually her brother. She hadn't wanted any flack to be thrown her way just because of her brother but she never did reveal to us her married name. A couple of years into our research we discovered that she had some sort of disagreement involving her brother. Not too much later she died in a car accident." He shook his head. "The project drifted to Russia where it made more progress before being turned over to your father."

"Are you saying he killed his own sister?" I asked shocked. Why had he let my father get involved in something that had cost a woman her life?

"I know not what I am saying Spot. We were too in fear to be going to the police. So an investigation was never done. For all we know she could have simply had an accident." He stated. But he couldn't honestly believe that could he?

"But due to the recent chain of events we now know that he is in everyway capable of killing."

I nodded numbly, silently remembering Skittery's hand going to my mouth as raspy voice begged for his life in a white cargo truck.

"Jareth." I whispered as Sloviak turned to look at me.

"Do you know anything about a man named Jareth?" I asked looking up at him. "And a woman….with long black hair?"

"Ha. Yes. Pulitzer's pathetic madman of an executive. Jareth was constantly being sent to check our progress. He was extremely violent. But the truth is that he works for Pulitzer as a favor for saving his father's life by funding his tumor operation. The woman's name is Melody. She is basically just a computer operator but she follows Jareth wherever he goes. I know he must have killed someone or else you wouldn't be asking. There is no more hope for him. Worry yourself of him no more."

I nodded finding comfort in his words. This was beginning to make a lot more sense.

"Do you know why he wants the egg?" I asked and was shocked at his answer.

"Eggs. There are multiple eggs in a storage facility in Russia where we have them hidden away. They were sent there once we learned what Pulitzer was funding the project for. He plans on finding the eggs and bidding them off to the highest bidding country. Anyone who hatches them will not only be credited but will also have an array of deadly animals that they can control. I fear we realized too late. He plans on doing anything to get the original. And if he does………well, the work is laid out for him. And with your father. Who knows what he will do."

"Is that why he killed his sister?" I asked. He nodded with another sigh.

"I'm in too much fear that this will fall to your father. We believe he is being held in Pulitzer's warehouse in India where he conducts his gem business. A place where no one would think to look for him." Sloviak consented.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, He smiled for the first time in the conversation.

"As of right now he is alive and well. He was bugged when he went to Pulitzer and he informed us of his position yesterday. He was supposedly blindfolded and taken on some sort of aircraft. Unfortunately we don't know where."

I nodded. Thank God he was okay. Everything that had been weighing down on me was suddenly lifted.

"So why did you snag us?" I asked. Maybe the word snagged was a bit harsh considering.

"Spot….we are going to India to rescue your father. I need to know what you are willing to do to get him back." He directed to me.

I looked at Skittery feeling nervous. What about his sister?

"Claire Parker is located in the warehouse as well according to your father." He supplied.

Suddenly Skittery moved. I jumped to his side. Was he okay? Hurt? Sick? About to barf all over me? I didn't care as long as he spoke.

"Sorry," He mumbled. What…..exactly for?

"I wasn't asleep I heard everything you said." He looked into my eyes before turning his head to look at Sloviak. His eyes looked so determined….

"Katherine Pulitzer was my mother." He said shakily.

You know when you finally remember something you've been trying to remember all day? Or how you finally get the joke after the fifth time it's been told? That click of realization?

Skittery's uncle was Joseph Pulitzer. Skittery's uncle killed his mother. Skittery sister was in danger of dying at the same hands that killed his mother.

Oh God.

"And I will do anything to get my sister back."

He's sounds so sure of himself. I'm sold. What more is there to say? I can't let Skittery do this alone. Hell, what about my father?

I nod at Sloviak. He smiles. "Start making your phone calls boys we will be headed to you mother's location soon." He nodded at me and I nearly cried. Just to see them……..anything just to know for myself that they were okay.

I grab Skittery's phone prepared to call Denton and fill him in on everything.

"Oh and Spot?" Sloviak shot my way.

"Yes?" I asked, feeling Skittery shaking under my hand.

"I know that you did have the egg. Did you put it in a safe place?" he asked.

Ummmmmmmmmmmm…………………..maybe I should call Racetrack first.

Snitch's POV

I was rummaging through Skittery's duffle bag when I came across a black handgun. I remember him telling me about the 'cop' that had given it to him. Grabbing it I sat it next to Spot's.

Which oddly enough had a two of the same thing in it.

Psst like he'd ever use them. Grabbing the ammunition, I loaded each and grabbed the handguns before going to Denton's room to find Race. I'm starting to think I shouldn't have yelled that out.

I found him all right. With a gun to the back of his head! SHIT!…….. Okay calm is good…….breathe Snitch……..okay. You have a gun and Mr. Fuck Face has a gun. Yours' is loaded. His probably is too. Fucking damn! I need leverage!

"Briiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg"

And I got that shit too. The moment Denton's phone went off the man hesitated and looked up. Lifting the handguns up I took no time to fire two shots into his leg.

Okay yeah I know I should feel really shitty because I just shot a guy but Holy Shit y'know…….my heart was pounding and he went down like a ton a bricks.

"Jesus Snitch!" Race hollered kicking him in the face for good measure. Fuck the guy just got shot, how bout you kick him in the balls too Race?

But as Race jumps up and grabs his gun I remember what he's doing there.

"Race get the fucking phone!" I tell him. It's not like I'm bitching that's just how we talk to each other now.

As he backs away he keeps the gun trained on the guy. Race ain't all bark, I know if he had to he'd fire that mother. He passes me and darts to the kitchen.

"Yeah?" How smooth. The fuck answers the phone like that? I close in on the guy.

"You got some questions to answer." I tell him, and man am I ever glad my voice is not shaking.

"Yeah?" He asks. Fucker. I'm the one with the motherfucking gun, who the FUCK does he think he is? Before I can help it I fire a shot and miss his same leg. His face collapses in mental anguish. I bet it hurt like shit the first time why would he want a third bullet?

"Yeah," I repeat. Race taps me on the shoulder.

"We ain't got fucking time, Snitch. I called the cops they're on there way. Let's get the hell outta here." I nod to him as we scrounge Denton's room finding, surprisingly, a little artillery of guns and ammo. Probably not his.

We gather them up and dump out Spot's duffle bag to load them. According to Race Spot won't need them. We tied up the guy before running out. Race breathlessly relaying back what he had told me. This is so illegal….. wait what did he say?

"Shit their going to India?" I bolt to him. The information of how valuable this thing was is starting to get to me. We are soooooo screwed.

"Apparently so. Now let's get the fuck outta here!" He hollered as I cranked up Skitts's car. Like I feel any fucking better about this piece. It may not be as bad as Jack's but Skitts holds his bumper on with a belt so……

We take off outta Denton's street praying to God that we don't get pulled over to have fucking cops find us armed to the teeth with all these guns.

Suddenly Race is poking my shoulder. "We gotta go to my house. That's where Spot and Skittery are going. It's the rendezvous area. I'll tell you how to get there. Skittery's going to call Jack and David and see if they are still with the truck….if they are he'll get them. So we just go straight to my house…."

It's kinda hard not to notice that he trailed off in that creepy way.

"Race? What is it?" I whisper. The hell I'm whispering for…..

He glances behind him. "Were being followed." He says simply.

"WHAT! SHIT!"

"Chill would you? They haven't done anything yet." He says. Sure enough there's a fucking black limo tailgating us.

"Are you sure they're following us?" I ask him as he fiddled with the radio. What the fuck!

He nods before making a disgusted face. "What IS this? "Walking in Memphis?" This guy has issues…..has to be a metal station SOMEWHERE…..AHA!"

I just stare at him. Him……limo……road…..argh……

"JESUS CHRIST DUDE! Someone is FOLLOWING us!" I shriek at him. Yeah…I shriek I'll admit it. Fuck grace under pressure!

"We've established that." He kinda glances at me before giving me this cheeky little smile. Damn his being all cute and shit…..

"Don't get your hat screwed on too tight." He shrugs flicking my favorite hat. Wear it like…..fucking everyday.

"You just drive." He tells me as he reloads the handguns and rolls down the window. Twisting in his seats he raised them up and smiles at me.

"Hope your good under pressure."

Him….road….him….road….argh! He fucking pushes my buttons…….

In a good way.

Jack's POV

Cheap bastards holding us with unloaded guns. What a bunch of pansies. Davey handled that surprisingly well.

So my attempts to swerve the van outta control didn't exactly work. So now we're in some church with these weird guys who are planning a trip to somewhere. They got a phone call and are now babbling on about Russia. So to say I'm confused is…….like…….a rather large understatement.

David has this real introspective look on his face and all of a sudden his phone goes off. He grabs it and drops down to the floor so no one can see him talking.

"Hello?" he asks with the same look and I watched as his big blue eyes get even bigger.

"Spot!" He shrieks quietly, "We've been trying to call Skittery's phone forever why didn't you answer?"

"Oh." He mutters, his eyes taking on a concerned gaze. "Are you okay? Are you hurt….oh what? Spot slow down……You're kidding…..What? No….are you sure? Spot….no I don't mind. Yeah it is the right thing to do. Okay. Yeah that's really weird…..like a creepy soap opera…Okay well here's Jack he's been worried sick about you." He hands the phone over to me as my ears are bombarded with everything that happened to Spot. Ah the joys of friendship.

"Jack, this is going to sound crazy and totally unreasonable to ask but….you need to go to Russia." He speeds at me and I feel myself nodding.

"So ya sure that it's all true?" I ask….I don't necessarily WANT to go….but I will.

"Yea….Jack you know I wouldn't ask if it weren't important." He whispers. God we're in way over our heads.

I nod, "Alright. Spot…just be careful okay?"

"You know I will be." He answers.

Hanging up the phone I look at David who's chewing on his fingernail. He glances at me and I smile.

"What do we say to convince our parent's on this one?" I asked. He nods in a façade of seriousness.

"I say the truth." He tells me. We stare at each other before shaking our heads.

"Field trip?" He suggests.

Suddenly the doors bust open and we jump as Denton walks in, smiling.

"I think we can arrange that. You boys aren't going anywhere without me." He tells us marching straight up to the Pastor.

"A word sir?" He asks dragging him to the side.

Catching my eyes he jingles his cell phone. Damn Spot was fast. Denton was probably near here anyways.

Putting my hands behind my head I lean back into the church isle. "Good thing senior year's a blow off year."

DigitalAngel4U: Okay…so a little on the unrealistic side and I'm finding myself writing more dialogue than inner monologue since it's speeding up. I know what I'm doing with most of them but I'm having a blast writing Snitch and Race. So tell me what you guys think. Good, Bad, Whatever! If you like where it's going let me know and I'll speed the next chapter up.