XI.-
Have you heard about big mouths? Because mine is just huge, vast, enormous, monumental and really, really, really gigantic.
What could possibly go wrong? I said.
Indeed. What could possibly go wrong?
I hate Murphy.
Ok, so I had this plan. Bart was to scoutt ahead, because we could'nt really rely on the map, while we advanced as quietly as possible, minding every step, every direction Kid Falsh would give us through the receiver. Then, when we finally found Harm, we were not going to attack on full force. We were going to sneak up on him, rob him Sekhmet's staff or whatever he was using to be this powerful and then, yes... attack in full force.
Easy and neat.
At least easier and neater than what we finally got.
It all began with Bart's comunication.
"Hey, Robin, I think I've... aaaargh!"
Then came a horrible sound that nearly tore my eardrum before I could get rid of it.
"Damn!"
"What! What did he say?" Conner was not very good at mastering patience.
"I think he has found both Harm and problems."
"You think?"
"Kind of encrypted."
"You mean..." Cassie bit her lip.
"Harm is a psycho, and they tend to put a show before really starting the killing." I said matter-of-factly, trying to sound confident.
"I hope you are right."
Yeah. I hoped too.
"And now?" Asked Con. "We can track Bart's last transmission."
"Wow, Superboy, that's an idea you've got in there." Harm's voice rised out of nowhere while a dense mist began surrounding us. "But it won't be necessary."
And thus we were seized and chained magically, and brought to a kind of twisted altar in the basement of the plant.
The point where I began to torment myself for my foolishness and Murphy for his twisted sense of humor that was not really that brilliant, come to think of it.
Damn!
What could possibly go wrong?
Everything.