Chapter 16: The Clock Struck Nine

8:46am: The three boys Stan, Kenny and Cartman found themselves sat in the living room of Liam and Daniel's house; all wearing their British clothes from before. They were all confused into why they were here, yet they remained silent, unable to come up with anything to say in order to question either Liam or Marcus. Meanwhile, the other two lads were stood in the kitchen talking to one another.

"Alright, it's a quarter to now. You sure you'll be back for 10?" Liam asked; sipping a cold drink of water.

"Yeh, I'm sure. Is Daniel up yet?"

"Nah, not yet. I'll go upstairs now and wake him up."

"Alright, you do that; I'll head off now and try to be back here as soon as I can."

Marcus made his way and out of the front door whilst Liam walked slowly up the tightly positioned stairs in the hall. Having arrived at the first door in front of him at the top of the stairs which was Daniel's room, he knocked on the door.

"Daniel, Daniel. Come on bro, it's nearly nine, you up yet?" He waited for a few seconds but there was no reply. He knocked again. "Hey bro, are you still asleep in there or what?" Again there was silence. Confused by the silence, Liam opened the door and walked in; shocked to see that Daniel wasn't in his bedroom. "Oh god, where the hell has he gone now?" Liam checked all the upstairs rooms, but there was no sign of Daniel anywhere. He walled back downstairs and walked immediately into the living room.

"Liam, why the heck are we here?" Stan asked.

"Ermmmm, well, you see……" Liam wasn't sure whether to tell them the whole truth about this situation or not. So instead, he decided to tell them half of the truth. "Well……errrr…you see, me and Marcus found out last night that these group of terrorists were planning to bomb Marcus' house…with all you lot still in it!"

"WHAT?"

"HOLY S---!" Kenny shouted with his scarf not around his face.

"Yeh I know, it's surprising."

"Surprising? That's f---ing messed up!" Stan replied; still having a high level of shock on his face.

"Well ever since July 7th last year, there's been all sorts of these kinds of attacks all across the country. I don't know why they do it, but they're all just a bunch of stupid idiots if you ask me."

Meanwhile…at the local synagogue not too far from their house, Daniel; dressed in smart clothes and having his usual kippah hat on top of his head, had just finished reading a passage in the Jewish service within the Synagogue.

"Now before I finish the service here, I have another speaker here who would like to provide you with a passage of words that he has written." There was mumbles all around as everybody was confused into what he meant "I have a friend here with me who I can proudly say is also Jewish. However……he is from America."

Levels of mumbles increased.

"W-W-WHAT?"

"An American…here…in our country of England!"

"But Americans aren't allowed in this country. THAT'S TEEEERRIBLE!"

"Yes, I know, I know." Daniel replied. "But he would like to provide you all with a written passage for us all to hear. So without further ado, I would like to welcome a friend of mine……Kyle Broflovski."

Kyle stepped up onto the platform that Daniel moved down from. Like Daniel, he was also dressed smartly; also wearing his own kippah on top of his green hat. Kyle began speaking; reading every word exactly that he had written on his piece of paper.

"Thank you, my name is Kyle Broflovski. I am a young boy from a small mountain town in America called South Park. Most of you are probably wondering what an American like me is doing in your country of England even in this kind of situation. Well yes, the Governments may say that I may not be welcomed in this country, but don't you think that we should all be treated equally in this world of ours? Because you know what, I've learned something today, we Americans and you British have different views and opinions on how the world should run and work and all, but it shouldn't lead to us fighting over our own rights and respects. We may be two completely different countries; based on completely different views and cultures, but that shouldn't split apart a friendship that we've kept over the past whatever amount of years. And this should be the same with how we treat others of different religions and backgrounds. I used to get ripped on all the time for being Jewish and sometimes I even questioned my own existence, but I see now that I'm just a person; living my own life how I want it to be lived. And for that, I'm proud for being what I am. I'm proud to be American, I'm proud to be Jewish and I'm proud of who I am; Kyle Broflovski, a young boy living in a small mountain town in America. Thank you!"

Everyone was stunned into silence. They were never expecting Kyle to say something so breathtaking and so convincing. Daniel smiled and began to clap; at which point, everyone in the synagogue also started to clap. Kyle smiled and stood down from the platform. With the service over, Kyle and Daniel made their way to a cloakroom in order to get changed back into their other clothes that they brought with them.

"Bloody hell! Where'd all that come from?" Daniel asked.

"What?"

"You know all that. That big speech, I'm impressed."

"Oh, well I'm usually always giving big speeches at the end of all those times where we four end up in the middle of some kind of crazy adventure. I guess I've gotten used to that kind of thing over the years."

"Oh, right, I see."

8:59am and back at Liam and Daniel's house, the four lads were in the middle of a conversation that they been talking about for the past ten minutes

"Wait a minute, that doesn't make sense…" Liam began "…How could you have died but then done all those other things after that and then died again and so forth. That doesn't make sense."

"I dunno." Kenny shrugged his shoulders.

"He seems to just die and then appear again the next day or sumin like that. But we hardly remember that he's died before so we just ignore it." Stan replied.

"How can you ignore something like that? That's possibly like breaking every law of life. You must be like some kind of super invincible kid or sumin."

"No, he's just really poor like the rest of his family."

"Hey shut the f--- up fatass!" Kenny shouted.

"HEY, don't call me fat you poor scruffy son of a bitch!"

"Bloody hell, this seems too weird to be all real; like it's all like one big episode of some TV programme or sumin…………NAH, can't be."

And soon as Liam had finished speaking, the clock on the mantle piece struck nine; making nine little chiming noises as it did so. There was a strange buzz of silence around the house and it suddenly went completely quiet. After about twenty seconds of silence, Liam stood up.

"Oh well, at least we dodged all that danger and stuff."

But as soon as he finished speaking………CRASH……SMASH...CLANG. The living room and dining room windows smashed and crumbled into a million pieces as a dozen MI6 soliders and troopers; all dressed in thick black all-in-one suits stormed into the house. With gas masks on their faces and gas canisters and guns by their sides, the four lads were scared out of their skin at the sight of all this.

"What, three? Where's the forth boy? ANSWER ME KID!" The leader trooper shouted.

"Now why the hell would I want to tell you scumbags that!" Liam answered back.

"Very well, Jones, Enverson, search every square inch of this house and check to see if the forth is hiding somewhere in this building!"

"YES SIR!" Two of the troopers began their search; as Stan, Cartman and Kenny hid behind Liam, not knowing what was going to happen to them.

"God is that what terrorists wear when they do this kind of thing?" Stan asked the other two boys quietly.

"God they look like a bunch of fags!" Cartman replied.

"If you're here for these three boys, then I'm afraid you came at exactly the wrong time." Liam shouted back at the troopers. "If you want them, you're gunna have to go through me first!"

"LIAM, DON'T." Stan shouted.

"Don't worry Stan; I can take on all these bunch of twats myself."

The leader trooper sighed. "Very well, Robinson, take care of this kid for me please."

"Yes sir." The trooper pulled out a dart gun and fired what looked like a small bullet towards Liam. The three boys looked away in fear, but Liam managed to catch the bullet in his hand.

"Is that all you've f---ing got you pathetic bunch of twats!"

"No, I believe you're the pathetic one kid."

"You're pathetic!"

"No……you're the pathetic one. You just caught a gas dart with your hand idiot."

"WHAT!" Liam opened out his hand to find a needle sticking into his hand with a small amount of purplish liquid already drained out of the dart. "OH……F---ING HELL!" Liam collapsed quickly and was knocked out cold by the liquid that had now rushed into his body upon contact.

"LIAM, LIAM!" Stan tried to wake Liam up…but failed.

"Alright men, fire your canisters of sleep gas…NOW!" The remaining troopers pulled on the triggers and the room began to fill with purple-coloured gas. The three boys tried to cough their way out of it but were unable to. The gas was sapping away at their energy and eventually Stan and Cartman were both knocked out cold; causing them to collapse on the floor and fall into a deep sleeping state. The energy in Kenny's legs had completely gone and he tried to drag himself over to his scarf which was sitting on a nearby stool so that he could stop himself from inhaling the gas. But just as he was about to grab it, the energy from both his arms went too. A solider stood above him; pointing the gas gun at him; ready to fire another blast of sleep gas at him. But Kenny also eventually fell into a deep sleep.

"Good work men, we have three of the four targets in our hands. Jones, any signs of the forth target in this building?"

"None sir, we've searched every inch of this house plus both gardens and there's no signs of the fourth kid. We can't seem to find the Broflovski kid anywhere."

"Dam it, looks like somehow he managed to avoid our decoy planned attack."

Suddenly the phone in the living room started to ring.

"WAIT!" The leader raised his hand. "Let it ring, let's see who's trying to contact this residence."

The answering machine began.

"Hi this is Liam, we're not in at the moment, please leave yer' message after the beep……BEEP…!"

"Hey Liam, it's Daniel. Dunno why you didn't answer the phone but anyway…sorry about not telling yer' this last night, but I got up earlier than you and so did Kyle back at Marcus' house. We both went to the local synagogue early this morning for the service that was on today. Again, sorry for not telling you, but it just slipped my mind. OK, just called to let yer' know so you could stop worrying. Alright, we're on our way back now, see yer' in a bit. Laters!"

The leader looked at his troops. "Alright men, you heard him. The forth target is at the local synagogue. LET'S MOVE!"

"Sir, what about this kid?"

"Oh him, just leave him here. That chemical compound only has an hour of effect so he'll wake up pretty soon, but that'll give us enough time to capture the forth target and return to MI6. Alright, troops grab the three other boys and let's move out!"

"YES SIR!" The rest of the squad replied as three separate troopers each picked up one of the boys. One trooper placed Stan over his shoulder; one held Kenny over his other shoulder and the other was forced to carry Cartman with both arms since Cartman was so heavy and fat. With that done, the troopers made their way out into the street and back in their specially designed and constructed MI6 vehicles; now having a new target on their sights…the local synagogue and the target of Kyle in their view.

9:08am; back at the synagogue, Daniel and Kyle began to make their way out of the main doors.

"That's odd; no one answered the phone back home."

"No one, but Liam was around there right?"

"Well he should have been. He never told me of anything important he was doing this morning. Oh well, I guess you'll be going back to Marcus' house right?"

"Yeh, they'll probably be wondering where the hell I am at the moment. And I suppose Cartman will start shouting at me again and saying his usual 'rip on me being Jewish' crap about it all."

"Well, at least we came to this service. I'm glad you came though."

"Yeh, me too. Never knew I'd feel so happy being around a large group like that again."

"Well, I always think it's the……" But Daniel's speech was violently interrupted as a dozen troops crashed through the stained glass of the synagogue and fell down onto the ground; encircling around the two boys as they landed.

"What the hell?" Daniel realised who these guys were. "Oh s---, it's the MI6 troopers. They're here for Kyle!"

A trooper pointed the similar dart gun towards Kyle. Daniel knew what they were trying to do and just as the trooper fired the dart bullet, Daniel jumped and launched himself into its path; attempting to stop it from making contact with Kyle's body. Hitting him on his neck, Daniel crashed onto the hard building ground and felt his energy draining away from him.

"DANIEL! Are you OK!"

"Kyle……listen to me. These guys are bad, they've come for you. You need to get the heck out of here RIGHT NOW."

"But why, why do they want me!"

"There's no time to explain……just get as far away from this guys as possible. Find Marcus! Hurry……you……must………g………o!" As Daniel struggled to finally finish his speech, he fell into a sleeping state.

Kyle looked up with fear and shock on his face. He took a few steps out and within a few seconds, started sprinting towards the two double doors at the front. But as soon as he started running, two troopers blocked the doors with gas guns in their hands; ready to fire more sleeping gas at Kyle. But Kyle quickly made his way up the stairs at the side; rushing and slamming the doors open as he tried to escape from the trooper-filled synagogue. The troopers gave chase but couldn't find Kyle whatsoever. Kyle hid behind a dark pillar in one of the big rooms of the synagogue, trying to keep his breathing noise as low as possible.

Kyle finally spotted a door that led to the outside area of the synagogue and rushed towards him. However, unaware to him, a trooper was hiding on the balcony; setting up a gas ball gun that he was about to fire at Kyle. As two troopers were quickly catching up to Kyle, Kyle ran as fast as he could towards the door; unaware that he was within a trooper's gun target sight. With him in the direct centre of the target, the trooper unleashed one of the balls of compressed gas out of the gun.

And just as Kyle was a mere centimetre away from reaching the door, the gas ball hit Kyle on the back; exploding as it did and surrounding Kyle in a haze of purple sleeping gas. Kyle collapsed onto the floor; trying desperately to pick himself back up. But all of his energy was drained from the gas and the two troopers behind him caught up and looked down at Kyle; ready to fire more gas out of their guns. Kyle looked up at the two gas-mask faced troopers with one eye open and finally collapsed; whispering his final words as he fell asleep……"You bastards!" Kyle softly whispered as he closed both eyes and was finally knocked out cold by the sleeping gas.

A few minutes later, the dozen troopers made their way out of the synagogue and back into their MI6 vehicles. The trooper that had hold of Kyle opened out the back of a much larger vehicle to reveal Stan, Cartman and Kenny lying down in three separate closed glass capsules with oxygen masks on; still asleep. The trooper placed Kyle in the final capsule, placed the oxygen mask over his mouth and closed the capsule. With that done, he made his way into one of the trooper's vehicles.

"Are the capsules secure, trooper?"

"Yes sir, all four capsules have been sealed and all four boys are within a controlled sleeping state."

"Excellent, our mission is complete then. We can now return to MI6 headquarters for the research team to begin their testing and thorough research on all four boys then."

"Sir, if I may ask, what are we going to do about Kane-Bridge? It won't be long before he finds out what has happened to the four boys."

"Don't worry trooper. Kane-Bridge won't be able to step a single foot into our building. As long as MI6 maintains a secure lockdown state, MI6's final phase of this mission can be completed. Alright men, let's move, BACK TO MI6 HEADQUARTERS!"

"YES SIR!" With that said all troopers moved back into their trooper vehicles and all MI6 vehicles began to make their way back to MI6 headquarters; with their captured subject targets (the four boys) in firm possession. And thus, the thorough testing and research that MI6 had finally been waiting for could now begin.