Milla walked in to the board room. Cruller was there, and Sasha was early as usual. He hadn't changed much. Same sunglasses. Same hair. Same sweater. How she loved that sweater. She sat down two seats away from him and Cruller explained their mission. They were going to twart Giovanni's evil plan to use a ray gun to steal all the psychic power. Which is a really overdone idea. But who's telling this story. They went on a plane to Safaria as that was the location of his "lair" or mom's basement, whatever floats your boat. When they arrived at the location... the typer got bored so too bad.
When they had arrived at the location, they rang the door bell. A nice old lady came out.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello, ma'am. I was wondering if your son was home."
"I'm sorry, Gregory has not been home in a while he's woking on some secret project in Fort Mcoy."
"Oh, well then thank you for your time."
"Oh course dears. What a cute couple."
"We're not a couple." It didn't matter who had said it. Either way there was a pang in both their hearts. They got back into the car and went ot Fort Mcoy. Two hours later, they landed on the west side of Mcoy. In the middle of Mcoy was Fort Mcoy, because it was a fort. Surrounding it were four large cement walls. They went east and hid between two of the walls.