Sorry this chapter took so long. My computer died in Dec. and I didn't have it back until Feb. Thank you for being patient.

Warning: EXPLICIT SCIENCE CONTENT

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Chapter 2: The Holocaust

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"First and foremost, you're in?" Stan asks seriously.

I nod. "You guys have me by the balls! But if this dare turns into Tatooine I will rip off your nutsack." I don't want my family endangered.

"Good to know we have Cartman in on this," Stan says dryly.

"Sorry, dude, but you went away and all I had left was him!" I cry indignantly.

Gregory twitches in his sleep and Stan glares at me.

"I'm sorry! I told you why I didn't contact you!" he hisses. "You have no idea what it was like to be cut off like that! From everybody!"

"At least you had Gregory and The Mole," I find myself saying sullenly. "I had no one. No one. Cartman was the only kid my age I spoke to! For six months! Everybody else was too busy with their own new lives to keep ties from their old life. And all the people that stayed… they had their own live too. I've seen Kenny out of work twice in the past six months.

"The city broke me, Stan. That's why I go to school in California now."

Stan avoids my eyes and doesn't comment. The Mole, however, has no problem voicing his opinion: "You're a faggot."

I resist the urge to punch him.

"I didn't know," Stan says quietly.

Oh damn it! I've forgotten how emotional he is.

"Dude, it's cool, just keep in mind that a lot has changed since you left, not just you."

There is an uncomfortable silence and I think Gregory truly falls asleep again.

"When do you plan on taking me away?" I finally ask.

"As soon as possible," Stan says quietly as if he himself is unsure. "Love." He shakes Gregory softly. "Wake up for a moment."

Gregory stirs and grunts in affirmation.

"When do you wish to leave?"

"Tomorrow," he answers groggily before going back to sleep. For a slurred tone, his response was rather coherent, which I find strange.

"I'm assuming he means after I have my car."

"What car?" Gregory's eyes fly open and he sits upright.

"My parents are giving me a car," I shrug.

"This is very bad," he mutters to himself gravely.

"Why?" I ask.

"Will it be registered to you or your parents?"

"My parents, I guess." I don't understand how this is a big deal.

"What has you so worked up?" Stan asks tenderly, sliding a hand around Gregory's waist.

"The registration can be traced back to your parents. They obviously have no idea what you are about to be doing – what have you told them?"

"I told them that I wanted Kyle to come up and visit until school started for him," Stan explains.

"So they think he's going back to school?"

"Yes."

"God damn it – " I have never heard a vulgarity come from Gregory's mouth ever before.

"Calm down, Greg," Stan coos into his hair. The Mole is right: it is sickening.

"When he doesn't show up, people will become suspicious, especially his parents."

"So he hacks into the DMV and his school records," Stan offers.

My God! Why am I doing this again!

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I moan into my hands.

"It sucks," The Mole confirms.

"But it betters the world!" Stan responds vehemently.

"But it's destroying my future!"

"Kyle, stop thinking about what your parents want you to think!" Stan admonishes. "You aren't your mother. You aren't your father. What do you want to do with your life?"

"I don't want to be constantly on the run from the government that I expect to employ me in the future, and there is no way that I'm going to be constantly on the run from the fucking Vatican! Every clergy in the world could be after us!" Shit, I'm already including myself.

"Would you rather fun from your best friend?"

Damn him. Damn him. Damn him!

"Stan," I growl. "How fucking dare you!"

The Mole steps between us. "Both of you are acting like girls!"

Stan and I glare at him before we go back to glaring at each other.

"Kyle, I don't think you realize exactly what is going on." Stan tries to pull the pathetic puppy look again. And I'm beginning to hate my conscience.

"Then tell me what exactly is going on!" I hiss.

The Mole comes up behind me and roughly shoves me down in front of my desk.

"Turn it on," he commands, pointing to my laptop.

I do. While it boots up, I can feel him breathing heavily behind me. I'm sure Stan is being disgustingly sweet with Gregory, but I still feel them staring at me.

The Mole is intrigued by the desktop on my computer: an artistic photograph of a nude woman with large, silicon breasts.

"She a friend of yours?" Gregory asks.

"Ha, ha," I say dryly. Pompous ass. "Now what am I doing?"

"Go to whatever search engine you want," The Mole instructs. "And make sure you're cloaked." If he's this arrogant about hacking, why do they need me?

I open up a browser and do my thing. When Google's site comes up, I wait impatiently for The Mole to give me instructions.

"Type in 'inquisition' and 'Vatican,'" he orders.

I do as I'm instructed like a good little boy. Over ten pages of results pop up, including an ad for E-bay asking if I want to buy "Vatican." I'm tempted to click on it, but The Mole points to the fifth link down.

"That one."

I click on it.

It's a news article, dated this past September.

Vatican et cetera, et cetera. Blah blah. I don't know much Catholicism, so it makes little sense to me.

I become anxious and search for the word 'inquisition.'

Inquisition, the Vatican… I back up a bit. To make amends for the past wrongs of the Spanish Inquisition, the Vatican invites all Spanish Jews to Vatican City for a personal apology from the Pope. They cannot be serious.

"Nice joke, guys," I tell them darkly, glowering at my screen. Unable to take it, I close the screen of my laptop. I turn around and glare at them unimpressed.

"Kyle!" Stan whines.

"Stan, that's retarded! If you think – " There is a gun at my temple – The Mole's gun. I suppose it's refreshing to know that he's still as reckless and impulsive as he once was. Of course it's a problem if I'm going to be working with him: he's either going to kill me or himself, thus exposing us.

"Mole – Christophe – put the damn gun away." I brush the gun away. He won't shoot me: they crossed borders for me. "Jesus Christ."

"Kyle, this isn't a joke, try hacking into their network."

"What?"

"Just hack in."

"Fine!" I huff. The Mole finally lowers his gun. "Jesus," I mutter, trying to finagle my way into their network. They have so many firewalls. Of course my first question is why they have so many firewalls. It can't be because of people hacking in to change things. No, they don't want people to see what they see.

Maneuvering through their network is an interesting experience. I stumble upon a clock. I doubt it's nothing important, so I point it out to them.

"Hey guys, take a look at this."

Gregory 'hmm's over my shoulder. "Yes, I found that before."

"What is it counting down?" Stan asks.

"The numbers are decreasing irregularly, so it's not a clock."

"I don't know," Gregory says. "Hidden countdowns…" He trails off pensively.

"Kyle, can you come up with a formula?" Stan asks.

"A formula?" What the fuck? "Why?"

"We have until it hits zero," Gregory informs me loftily. Well no shit! "We need to know when zero will fall."

God damn it!

"Not until I find out what they're doing, why it needs to be stopped and what the hell is going to stop it, then I will find out what the deadline is."

"Continue searching," The Mole growls.

"Fine," I sigh. I do some more digging, looking for anything that will shut them up. I growl in frustration. "Just tell me what I'm fucking looking for!"

The three exchange looks.

"If you guys want to work with me, you're going to have to tell me – give me a hint or something!"

"But we don't know what it is," Stan admits, blushing a bit.

"But what is it?"

"We. Don't. Know."

I look to Gregory and The Mole. They both look away.

"It's some chemical with a long name," Gregory finally states.

"Thank you!"

I search for anything chemical. About five minutes later I pull up an order slip. Not an official one, but one in their budget.

"O-Isopropyl Methylphosphofluoridate," I read. Fuck me.

"That's it!" Stan proclaims excitedly.

"Do you know what that is?" I ask urgently.

They shake their head mutely.

I draw them a Lewis structure on a scrap piece of paper and hand it to them.

"It's CH3POFOCHCH3-2," I explain as if it's not properly explained by my dot structure. "Look at it! It affects the nervous system, inhibiting cholinesterase creating a build up of acetylcholine!" I nearly shout.

"But what does that mean?" Stan stresses.

"It causes continuous nerve impulse – tetany – until death. They pretty much twitch to death. It's colorless and odorless, and it disolves completely in water. It's… what the hell is the name… sarin. It's sarin."

There's silence.

Stan breaks it.

"What is sarin?" He sounds embarrassed.

"It's used in chemical warfare," The Mole explains. "It was used in World War II in Germany. They discontinued US production in the 50's."

"Iraq was accused of producing sarin in the 90's," Gregory continues.

"Where the hell did they buy that?" Stan asks incredulously.

"Where do you think?" I ask sarcastically.

"Why would they buy anything from Iraq? Iraq's not Christian."

"Some Muslims don't like Jews," I point out. "But it's not from Iraq, it's from North Korea."

"North Korea! Damn, I'm glad I live in Canada." Stan purses his lips.

"Wait – what?" Maybe Gregory can translate Stan's obtuse moments, but I'm out of practice.

"The US is obviously in on this – meaning that not only is North Korea evil, but the US is promoting that evil by promoting the production of this sarin." He furrows his brow. "The US is therefore evil… which of course is obvious." It also explains why the US has as of yet avoided confrontation with North Korea.

Stan's syllogism and garbled logic makes sense when translated: let's get the hell out of this country.

Such a great Christmas present for the Jew: political and religious fugitive with little choice in the matter and a New Holocaust.

Merry Christmas to me.

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Thank you to all my reviewers Understood, Anime Qtie, total misanthrope, smartykid, and Lilchicky004: you guys are awesome.

I apologize for the science content. I make up for not knowing anything about hacking by knowing way too much about chem and bio. If you guys are still lost in the science after Kyle explained it, feel free to ask. There will be more chemistry later on, but I can definitely tone it down.

Thank you for reading this!