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Jimmy and Cindy ran as fast as they could towards their houses. They breathed a sigh of relief as they finally entered their street. They could see the gap between them and their houses growing smaller and smaller. They froze as they saw their moms coming out of the Vortexes' house.

"Get down!" Jimmy whispered as he grabbed a hold of Cindy's arm and pulled her into some nearby bushes. They became deafly quiet and tried to listen to what their mothers were saying.

"It's ok, dear. I'm sure they're going to be fine," Mrs. Vortex said as she escorted Mrs. Neutron across the street.

Jimmy's mother was sobbing uncontrollably. "They said that at least two people were killed. How do we know it's not one of our children?" she asked between tears.

Mrs. Vortex patted Judy's hand. "We don't. Just hope for the best and stay calm," she coolly told her troubled neighbor. She opened the door for Mrs. Neutron and closed it for her once she entered her own house. Mrs. Vortex spun around and walked back across the street to her home.

Jimmy stood up and stepped out of the bushes. He bent down and offered Cindy his hand. She grabbed it and he pulled her up. "You ok? I didn't mean to throw you into the bushes," he said, a little concerned.

"I'm fine," Cindy angrily said as she brushed the leaves out of her hair. "Let's just get to your lab," she told him while walking off.

Jimmy slowly followed her. He felt bad that his mom was so worried about him, but he felt even worse for Cindy. It looked like her mom barely cared. With a mom like that, no wonder she's so pissed all the time.

Cindy stopped walking and leaned against the entrance to the lab. She opened her palm to reveal the strand of hair she had plucked off of Jimmy earlier. He took it and held it up to the DNA scanner. He swung the now unlocked door open, grabbed her hand, and led her inside.

As they delved deeper into the lab, Cindy forgot all about her mother. She became entranced by the whirring and buzzing machines all around her. Jimmy had obviously changed his lab around since she had last been in there. Wow. Sometimes I forget how much of a genius he is until I see something like this.

Jimmy pulled a chair out for Cindy and sat down in one next to it. He stared up at the wall of monitors in front of him. "Computer, activate monitors one through four. Display television channels CNN, 6, 10, and 12 in that order. Show closed-captioning. Record all broadcasts on those channels over the next twenty-four hours for future reference," he commanded.

As soon as Jimmy was done speaking four monitors came to life, showing the television channels Jimmy had just requested. Cindy and Jimmy stared at the images, but they couldn't decipher what they were saying due to them all speaking at once.

"Cut audio on monitors one through three," he instructed. A second later they could only hear what was on monitor four. They stared at the news correspondent that was standing in front of their school.

"And the scene is still very tense outside Lindbergh Elementary School," she told the camera.

"Come on, come on. Give some details," Jimmy quietly whispered to himself.

"Incase you are just tuning in, here is the situation at this school. At approximately noon this morning, several unidentified men entered the school. They were driving a FedEx van and were carrying packages.

Under the guise of delivering said packages, they were allowed to enter the school. Once they came into the office, they unleashed a torrent of bullets which killed seven administrators. Police were able to figure this out by hacking into the school's security cameras.

The Retroville Police Force is tragically undermanned and under trained for such a serious dilemma. The police officers behind me seem to be almost paralyzed with fear and confusion.

Very little is known about what is happening inside the school. The gunmen have made no demands yet, and the police have done very little besides waiting outside the school. It is not known what has happened to the children. We can only hope that they are still alive."

The screen shifted back to the anchorwoman. "This is truly a horrendous story. If you are related to any of the children or faculty at Lindbergh Elementary, please call the police at 555-7394. They will give you otherwise classified information."

Jimmy grabbed the remote as the commercials came on. He turned all the monitors off and ran his hands through his hair. Come on Sheen, Carl, and Libby. Be ok.

Cindy clenched her fists in anger. She turned towards Jimmy as he spoke to her.

"So, now what?" he asked.

Cindy hopped off of her seat and walked over to a nearby shelf that contained many of Jimmy's inventions. She examined each one of them carefully, searching for a weapon. "Obviously we go in there and help them."

Jimmy stood up as well and walked over to her. "Cindy, there are people with guns in there who killed at least seven people. I don't really know if this is a job for two fifth-graders."

Cindy glared at him. "Are you scared?"

Jimmy glared back. "Hell yeah. I'll be the first to admit I was scared when we fought the Yolkians, when we played Intergalactic Showdown, when we did all of our other adventures. But I did it anyway because it had to be done. We have to look at this logically. Do you really think that we can do this ourselves?"

"What do you suggest?" Cindy asked.

"I'm just saying think about this for a second. Short of busting in there, is there any other option? If we have to risk our lives and go in there, you know I'll do it. I just don't want to take any unnecessary risks."

Cindy thought about his words for a minute. Then she spoke up. "There's no other way and you know it."

Jimmy sighed. "Then let's do it."