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"This is news correspondent Tammy Hilton reporting at Lindbergh Elementary School. This story is becoming more and more intriguing. Just a few moments ago an unidentified flying object flew threw a window on the west side of the school. The police at first thought it was a person, but its head appeared too big to be human. More on this interesting twist after these commercials."
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"Bravo, Jimmy! We could have drilled a hole in the roof, we could have tunneled in, but you had to fly eighty miles an hour through a glass window into a two foot thick wall!" Cindy angrily shouted at Jimmy.
Jimmy turned his attention away from his three other friends and looked at Cindy again. "How was I supposed to know the brakes would stall? At least I got us here!"
Libby, Sheen, and Carl looked at each other with a look of utter confusion on each of their faces. "Uh, guys?" Carl timidly asked Cindy and Jimmy.
"You're just lucky I owe you one for taking so long in that mall, Neutron. Or we'd so be over right now!" Cindy shouted.
Now the three other friends were really confused. "Um, did we miss something?" Libby asked.
Jimmy and Cindy turned their attention back to Libby and the others, for the first time truly noticing. "Guys! You're alright!" Jimmy shouted while running over and enveloping the three of them in a huge hug. Cindy smiled and did the same.
Libby was the first to break away. Her joyous smile that was a result of seeing her friends turned into a frown. "What's this about a mall?"
Jimmy and Cindy nervously chuckled. "We, uh, kind of played hooky," Cindy explained.
Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess it was a pretty good day to do it, huh?" Sheen, Carl, and Libby angrily stared at him. "So how was your day?"
Sheen took a step forward. "How was our day? Hoe was our day? I'll tell you how our day went," he started to explain, but Libby shoved him to the side.
"What's this about you two being over?" she asked.
Cindy sighed. "Don't worry, we're not over." She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth.
Jimmy angrily stared at her. He wiped his hand across the air. "Smooth."
Sheen jumped off of the floor and stood back up on his feet. "You two are?"
"Together?" Libby and Carl asked at the same time.
Jimmy and Cindy stared at each other. "Are we?" Jimmy asked, a little confused himself.
Cindy blushed. She stared at her three friends standing in front of her. "Does this really matter right now?"
"YEAH!" they all enthusiastically shouted.
Jimmy took a step forward. "I'd love to sit around and talk about whether or not I have a love life," he said while turning his head around and smiling at Cindy, "but I believe there is a situation here."
Libby was the first to react. "You mean you guys flying into a wall, hundreds of kids being shot, or the hostage situation?"
"The hostage thing," Jimmy told her. "What exactly is going on in here?"
"Seven armed men came into the school about three hours ago. They killed a lot of people and took others, moi, as hostages. They were about to kill us, but we took out the guard that was escorting us. And that is why we are hiding in this classroom."
Cindy turned towards Jimmy. "So what's the next part of your plan again?"
"Well, my plan included safely landing on the roof and sneaking into the school, not flying through a window into the heart of battle."
Cindy stared at him. "Well, put that big brain of yours to work!"
As Jimmy sat down on top of a desk and started thinking, Libby pulled Cindy aside. "So what exactly is the deal with you two?"
Cindy decided to play the dumb card. "What are you talking about?"
Libby just crossed her arms and stared at Cindy. "You're a bad liar, girl. I found out on that island, I guessed it when we fought the League of Villains, and I know it now. So might as well just save yourself hours of irritating nagging and give me some details."
Cindy was a little surprised at her friend's profound thought. Ah, hell. Jimmy knows, why shouldn't she? "Well, we played hooky. We were having a pretty good time, and he kissed me. But the day was kind of ruined when we found out about this thing going on here."
"Oh. So sorry to ruin your day," Libby sarcastically said. She quickly smiled, though. "Although I'm glad to hear that something finally happened. I've seen Amish kids get together faster."
Jimmy happened to be walking by at this moment. He paused by the two girls and picked up Libby's gun. He started to walk back to his desk, but he stopped as he passed Cindy. "As long as the secret's out," he said while kissing her cheek. Cindy blushed. "You'll have the gun back in a sec, Libby."
Cindy and Libby followed Jimmy back to his desk. He hopped back on top of it and pulled out his smoke bombs. He took a pen out of Sheen's hand and made a small hole in one of the smoke bombs. He tilted it upside down and watched the contents that created the smokescreen fall out. He then took a bullet out of the gun's magazine. He very slowly poured the gunpowder into the empty bomb. "Scissors," he said.
Sheen ran over to the teacher's desk and got out some scissors. He ran back over and handed them over to Jimmy. He held his hair up with one hand and cut a large chunk of the long hair out with the other. He laid it down on the desk. Good thing I haven't had a haircut in a year. It's got to be long for this to work.
"String," told Sheen. Sheen sighed and ran back over to the teacher's desk. He came back with some string. Jimmy took it and tied about a dozen strands of his hair together. He stuffed it into the bomb.
He took off his broken jetpack and opened it up. "Paperclip."
Sheen just stood there. "I'm not getting it."
Cindy sighed and got a paper clip from the teacher's desk. She handed it to Jimmy. "Here you go."
"Thanks, Hon," Jimmy said. He shot his head up after he said that. "Well, we're never going to use that nickname again."
"Stick with Cind. Please," Cindy said while laughing.
Jimmy straightened out the paper clip and held it against the few flames that sputtered out of his jetpack. Come on, come on. Finally the paperclip started to melt. Jimmy held the smoldering metal against the hole in the smoke bombs. It welded shut around the hair. He gently picked the small bomb up and tilted it upside down. The hair stayed in place.
"Got it," he said.
"And that would be?" Sheen asked.
"A small bomb," Jimmy happily said.
Libby stared at it. "Jimmy, no offense. It's very nice, but wouldn't it be a lot easier to simply fire the gun?"
Jimmy picked up the gun and aimed it at the ceiling. He fired it, but nothing happened. "I don't know what happened, but the thing's jammed. I don't suppose you guys have any lighters on you?" Everybody shook their heads. "Didn't think so," he sadly said.
For the next thirty minutes Jimmy repeated this process until he had a total of five bombs. "Carl, Sheen, I need your shirts." Sheen and Carl stared at him. "Guys, we're dealing with bombs here. We're going to be moving around, and I don't want to blow up. So I need insulation."
Sheen and Carl sighed and took off their shirts, as did Jimmy. He wrapped the five bombs in the shirts and carefully put them in his backpack. He gave his knife and the gun back to Libby.
"So what do we do now, Jimmy?" Carl asked.
Jimmy slung his backpack around his shoulders and faced the group. You three aren't doing anything. You've done your part, it's my turn. Libby, use the knife to reflect the sun out the window. Signal the cops. They'll figure some way to sneak you out without those masked guys seeing. If they can't and the gunmen find you, bluff your way out with the gun. I don't much about firearms, so I don't know how to fix it. Sorry."
"Fine by me," Sheen said while walking over to the window. Carl ran after him.
Libby just stared after Jimmy. "Jimmy, I can handle this."
Jimmy shook his head. "A third person is too many. My plan can only fit two. Besides, I'm not leaving Sheen and Carl alone here. You've done your part, let me do mine."
Libby just nodded her head and held her hand out. "Good luck you guys." Jimmy smiled and shook it. Cindy hugged her best friend. "He's a keeper, Cindy," she whispered into her ear. They both smiled before Cindy followed Jimmy to the other end of the room.
He was standing on top of a chair he had balanced on the teacher's desk. He hit a ceiling tile until it gave way. He jumped up and hung on, praying that it wouldn't crumble beneath him. When he safely made it inside, he looked down and saw Cindy.
Libby watched as an arm reached down from the ceiling and helped pull Cindy up. She smiled as she watched her two friends disappear. I knew they'd come.