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Cindy curiously watched as Jimmy ran back over to his seat and grabbed his backpack. He rushed back over to where Cindy stood and started inspecting the inventions lined up. Every few seconds he picked one up, but he put them back on the shelf.

"What do you have?" Cindy asked.

"Not too much. I don't usually build weapons." He grabbed what looked like jawbreakers and gave Cindy a few. He slipped some in his pocket. "Smoke bombs."

She followed him as he sat down in a nearby chair and began tallying things up. "This is what we've got. The smoke bombs I gave you, my jetpack, and these," he said while opening a drawer and pulling out a two knives. He spun it around and grabbed the blade, holding the hilt towards Cindy. She nervously grabbed it and put it in her pocket.

"What about the hypno-beam?" she asked him.

Jimmy shook his head. "Broken."

"Goddard?" she asked again.

Jimmy shook his head yet again and stood up. "He doesn't fit into my plan."

Cindy put her hands on her hips and looked at him as he tied his shoes. "And the plan would be?"

Jimmy got back up and ran towards the exit. "No time to explain. I'll tell you on the way." He stopped as he swung the door open. He turned to his side and saw Cindy. "Incase something happens," he started to tell her.

"Jimmy," Cindy interrupted.

Jimmy shook his head. "No, listen. Incase something happens, just know that I, I," he stuttered. He paused a moment, before frowning in defeat. "I had a good time with you today."

Cindy grabbed his shoulder. "Me too. Now let's move it, Nerdtron," she said before running down the street.

Jimmy stared after her a moment, feeling the spot on his shoulder where she had just touched him. He smiled as the familiar shudder came over him. "Right behind you, Vortex," he sadly mumbled before following her.

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The two gunmen in the school's office were growing more and more impatient. They had never done something of this caliber before, but they knew the police should have done something by now. "Screw procedure. We'll start the negotiations ourselves," he said to his partner. He just nodded in agreement.

The first gunmen spoke into his handless cell phone. "This is Black Spider in office. It's been three hours, that's too long. How many hostages in the gym?"

The man watching Libby, Sheen, and the others tallied them up. "Twenty."

Black Spider thought for a moment. He needed to show the cops that he meant business without wasting too many hostages. There was no telling how many he would have to go through before his demands were met. Once you're out of hostages, you don't have a bargaining chip. "Bring me three."

Libby looked up as the masked man slowly walked up to her, brandishing a pistol. "You guys are coming with me. Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you," he lied.

He hoisted Sheen and Carl up. He ripped the tape off of their mouths. He did the same for Libby. The four of them walked out into the hallway and continued towards the office.

The three kids stood in a horizontal line in front of the killer. Libby was wondering what she could do. Come on Libby, think! A way to attack him so he can't fight back. That thought gave her an idea. She suddenly stopped walking.

"Move it!" the man shouted.

"I can't! My foot's stuck in something!" she nervously shouted.

"For god's sake," The man sighed as he kneeled down and stared at her show. Libby wisely took this opportunity to break the ropes around her hands. She slammed them down as hard as she could into the guy's head.

"Get him!" she shouted at Sheen and Carl. As the man got up, Sheen tackled him as hard as he could.

"Get off of me!" the gunmen shouted at Sheen, who was hanging on to his back. He tried to reach behind him and shoot Sheen, but Sheen grabbed his wrist and bit him. "Damn it!" shouted in pain. He dropped the gun, which Libby quickly picked up.

"Get off of him!" she shouted at Sheen. Sheen jumped off of the gunman. As the angry man pulled himself and walked towards Libby, she fired three shots at him. Two missed, but one managed to go through his head.

Sheen and Libby breathed a sigh of relief. They both stared at the shaking Carl. "Thanks for the help!" Sheen sarcastically shouted.

Carl ran up to the dead man and kicked him in the crotch. He then walked back over to Libby and Sheen. "I helped!"