Chapter 19: Princess Prom-blem (Part 1)
It had been over two weeks since Adora had joined up with the Rebellion. Obviously, at first, Adora had a strong abhorrence towards the Rebellion. After all, she had been taught her entire life that the Rebellion were nothing but a bunch of radical terrorists, exploiting their magic to cause suffering and pain to the world. She harbored this dogmatism until she had finally met some of the Rebellion. Although she had her disinclination towards joining the Rebellion, there were certain factors that had caused her capricious behavior. First, the sword transforming her into She-Ra, second, Brittni telling Adora about the soldier that was tortured by Dragstor, and the third and final factor that pushed Adora towards the Rebellion: the destruction of Thaymore. After helping the villagers evacuate and witnessing first hand the depravity of the Horde, she knew that joining the Rebellion was her only option. At first, it was quite a difficult adjustment. Between the posh atmosphere that permeated every being of Bright Moon and the joy and happiness that filled the majority of people she met, it was hard to grow accustomed to this new atmosphere. But after these couple of weeks, she really began settling in, especially with her new best friends, Glimmer and Bow. What she wasn't completely prepared for, however, was the night after the present: Princess Prom. Glimmer was in the same boat. Although, prior to that day, Glimmer had always gone to Princess Prom with Bow as her guest of honor, he was asked by the princess of Plumeria, Perfuma. For some reason, this seemed to crack open a slight rift between Glimmer and Bow. However, this was not Bow's doing, rather it was Glimmer's jealousy that opened that rift, and it was her anger that would widen that gap, beyond either of their comprehension. Glimmer was sitting on her bed and had begun writing her feelings in her journal:
Dear Diary, these last couple of weeks, I have begun to feel better about myself. Ever since that… incident at Elberon, I have been feeling so powerless, and frankly, useless. I re-read what I had written a few weeks ago. I remembered how I almost… hungered after power. Re-reading it almost scares me. That didn't seem like me at all. But, I think that's all in the past. I'm fine now. Ever since Adora; She-Ra joined the Rebellion, my hope began to come back. I don't think I have those power hungry feelings anymore. I mean, we've managed to begin rebuilding the Princess Alliance! We already have Perfuma, Mermista, Entrapta, and Mystacor under our belts. That gives us the edge over the land, sea, technology, and of course, magic. Things are actually really looking up for the Rebellion… But, things aren't looking up for Princess Prom. Bow told me that he was going to Princess Prom with Perfuma. I mean, this is a trivial thing to get upset about. It's just, I'm having such anxiety about this whole thing. What if he chooses to be friends with Perfuma over me? What if he forgets me altogether? As soon as Glimmer finished writing that last question mark, she started to feel irritable. Suddenly, her attitude changed, and she began writing more angrily: After all I've done for him… Done for this alliance… no, I deserve to go to prom with Bow. I can't let Perfuma take him away from me. She doesn't deserve him! I won't let her! Glimmer gasped as she finished writing that. Her hand shook like a tremor, the pen in her hand slowly falling onto the diary. Glimmer slammed the diary shut and shoved it under her bed.
"What is going on with me…?" Glimmer wondered as she sat there, shaking on her bed. She took a deep breath. "No… no, I'm fine. I can't let this ruin Princess Prom. I... I need to go take a walk." As Glimmer started walking towards her door, Adora opened it.
"Glimmer! Glad you're here, I have this whole Princess Prom thing figured out!" Adora said, bubbly. Before Glimmer could respond, Adora pulled her out of the room to show her, her plan for Prom…
Meanwhile, in the Horde air transport, embarking towards the Kingdom of Snows…
There was a cold wind that was being deafened by the roar of the air transports engines and the snow pounding against the armor of the transport. Inside the air transport, there were four seats, two on each end of the passenger hold, facing each other. Scorpia was piloting the transport, Lonnie and Kyle sat next to each other across from Brett. Brett sat there, folding his arms, listening intently to Catra's plan. Catra had been standing at the entrance to the cockpit for the three to listen to her. Brett was to infiltrate the Kingdom first, incapacitate some guards, steal their uniforms and bring them back to Lonnie, Kyle, and Brett, himself. They then were told to pose as guards. Lonnie and Kyle would be near the weapon vault in order to obtain She-Ra's sword. Brett, with his observation power, would pose as the castle's Keep Sentry, in order to get a feel for the keep's architecture, layout, escape routes, and most importantly, support beams. The main objectives were simple: 1. Steal She-Ra's sword, rendering her powerless. 2. Abduct Princess Glimmer, and Tech Master Bow. 3. Detonate charges on the support beams to cover their escape, and hopefully, eliminate any princesses in the area, Frosta, especially. Once Catra finished speaking, she sat down next to Brett.
"You know…" Catra started, folding her arms and looking at Brett, "this is going to be a fitting revenge for the both of us. I mean, you get to abduct the one that sold your teams out to Elberon, and I get to take from Adora what she took from me…" Catra said, cryptically. Brett looked over at Catra, nodding.
"Yeah… but, I'm not doing this for revenge, Catra. This is just another mission that's going to help us win this war." Brett said, candidly. Catra smirked.
"Oh, please. You're telling me that you don't have even a little bit of a personal vendetta against that sparkly, oversized fairy? You know, the one that nearly killed Dragstor, turned Adora against us AND kidnapped your sister." Catra said, shrewdly. Hearing about his sister getting kidnapped struck a nerve with Brett. His irritation was present in the veins that started to bulge around his neck, and the heavy breath he had started exhaling. Kyle and Lonnie started feeling nervous upon seeing Brett's sudden mood change. Brett just looked away.
"How long until we get there…" Brett demanded, coldly. Catra smiled, devilishly, knowing she had gotten him motivated. Scorpia, however managed to kill the mood with her upbeat charm.
"Don't you worry there, Brett, we're just about to land!" Scorpia said, jubilantly. Catra raised her hand to her head and started rubbing it, then walked into the cockpit to take a look outside. They surely were in the Kingdom of Snows. Although it was getting late in the evening, there was still enough sunlight to admire the beauty of the Kingdom. Home after home glistened like a freshly polished diamond, as though they were made of glass. They were not made of precious stones, rather, they were made with enchanted ice, courtesy of the former Queen of Snows. Catra narrowed her eyes at the Kingdom.
"All it would take is one little fire to virtually destroy this kingdom…" Catra muttered. She then pointed to the landing zone near the kingdom's capital, the Ice Palace. Scorpia began her descent down to the landing pad. Once they landed, everyone onboard began their departure. Brett, Lonnie, and Kyle, posing as the help, began unloading suitcases filled with plastic explosives and other equipment. Because of the material the explosives were made of, they would easily make it passed any metal detector. While the trio were unloading, Scorpia and Catra exited the aircraft and were greeted by a ternary of guards. The guards were dressed in blue overcoats, black boots, and some kind of armored mask that covered the top half of their face. They wielded spears that doubled as energy projectiles. The one in front stepped forward and spoke.
"Hail, princesses, my name is Gerard. I am the captain of the guard, of her Highness, Princess Frosta." Gerard said, sternly. Scorpia gave a courteous bow while Catra stood there, folding her arms. The captain took notice of this, and looked upon Catra with condemnation, "I can see that you're the princesses' guest." He said, scoffing. Catra glared at him and hissed under her breath. Gerard cleared his throat and continued, "at any rate, you will be honored to stay in the guest house adjacent to the castle. Come along." And with that, the Horde infiltration team followed Gerard to the guest house, placing their suitcases inside. Like the Ice Palace, the guest house was also made of some kind of enchanted ice. Somehow, within the interior, there was some kind of a temperature regulation. Scorpia and Catra entered the room, admiring the glistening fractals that brought a natural decoration to the room. Gerard and the two guards were standing by the doorway. Gerard held out his hand. Catra eyed his hand, suspiciously.
"What?" Catra demanded. Gerard grinned.
"It is a tradition that we receive… a little compensation for our escort and hospitality." Gerard said, chuckling. Catra narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, then smiled devilishly.
"Oh, of course." Catra started, feigning humility. She then flexed her claws and continued, "here's your payment!" Catra then ran at the man and swung her claws across his open hand, slicing his open palm. Blood began pouring out as Gerard let out a shout of pain and gripped his clawed hand with his other one. Catra then grabbed him by the neck, her claws digging into it, and slammed him onto the floor, inside the room. The blood seeped out of his head, indicating his death. One of the guards brandished her spear, pointing it at Catra. She was about to plunge it into Catra when Scorpia reacted first. Scorpia grabbed the spear with her claw, and pulled it, along with the guard, inside. The guard tried to pull the spear away, grunting as she tugged. With a flip of her tail, Scorpia, swung her stinger right into the guards back. The guards eyes rolled back into her head, and she collapsed onto the floor. The third guard started shuddering and slightly whimpering. He was about to run, when Brett, Lonnie, and Kyle stood in his way. Brett cocked his arm back and gave the guard a right hook to the head, instantly knocking him out.
"Way too easy." Brett affirmed, flexing his fingers back and forth. Lonnie and Kyle grabbed the incapacitated guard and dragged him into the room. Catra smirked.
"Alright, get them restrained and get their uniforms, we're gonna need to move fast so nobody gets suspicious." Catra said, quickly. Brett and Lonnie nodded and went to work removing the uniforms. Kyle stood by, nervously shaking. Catra eyed him with disapproval. She marched up to Kyle and pointed at Gerard's corpse, then continued, "and Kyle, clean up this mess." Kyle looked at the mess and whimpered. Catra got more into his face and asked, menacingly "Is there a problem?" Kyle shook his head.
"Uh, n-no F-Force Captain Catra!" Kyle replied, nervously. He ran to the bathroom within the guest room to grab sponges and cleaner. Meanwhile, Brett and Lonnie put their uniforms on and Kyle returned to clean. Scorpia pulled out rope from one of the bags, and Catra went to tying up the two guards. Scorpia grabbed the corpse of Gerard and tossed him into the closet. After Catra finished binding the other two guards, Scorpia dragged them into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Well, now that that's taken care of, let's go give the princesses a prom they'll never forget." Catra said, smiling devilishly.
It was getting dark so Brett, Lonnie, and Kyle quickly made their way into the Ice Palace's ballroom to perform some reconnaissance. As they entered, Brett took a good look at the palace. It was an extraordinarily big building. Inside there were servants dressed the same as the guards, setting up for the ball. Every single thing, like every other piece of architecture in the kingdom, was made of that enchanted ice. To the front of the group was a staircase that lead down to the main chamber. To the sides above the main chamber stood incredibly tall pillars that acted as support beams. Brett took a good look at the support beams. He marched over to one and felt the temperature on it.
"Hmm… -8° Celcius…" Brett muttered to himself. He then turned to Lonnie and Kyle, "okay, Lonnie, go to the weapons lockup and see if you can find a way in. When Adora gets here, she'll most likely bring her sword." Lonnie nodded and started walking off. Brett then turned to Kyle, "Kyle, try to blend in with the workers here. See if you can get into the kitchen and observe guard behavior over there." Kyle nodded and started heading towards the bathroom. Brett smacked his forehead and cleared his throat. Kyle looked back, confused. Brett then impatiently pointed to the left.
"Oh! Sorry." Kyle said, chuckling nervously, and heading towards the kitchen. Brett shook his head and continued his observation. He saw the guards patrolling at a steady interval of about five minutes for each checkpoint. They travelled in groups of two. He then looked around to see potential escape routes if the Horde soldier's way were blocked off from the front. While getting lost in the middle of this observation, Brett was interrupted by a rather annoyed, adolescent voice. He turned towards it to find a little girl, possibly around the age of ten, glaring at him with severe irritation. She wore a blue overcoat like everyone else, but also white pants, matching blue boots, and sported a short blue haircut. Her arms were folded until she yelled, opening her arms widely in anger.
"What are you doing standing around?! There is a massive amount of work to be done, and we don't have a lot of time! Get to it!" the little girl miffed. Brett blinked his eyes a couple of times at her in disbelief. This action annoyed the little girl even more, "what are you, deaf?! You will obey your princess! Now go!"
"That's the princess? She's like, ten!" Brett thought to himself. Nevertheless, not wanting to blow his cover, he simply bowed and went on his way. As he moved around, he was planning out exactly how they were going to perform this operation. However, as he moved around, he was once again harassed by Princess Frosta.
"Where do you think you're going?! You're needed in the kitchen! I don't know what happened, but some idiot managed to find himself in there and ruin a fifth of the appetizers!" Frosta barked. Brett was starting to become irritated by the little girl, but managed to shake off his impatience towards her. Though, he had found new impatience when he had heard of the 'idiot' in the kitchen; most likely Kyle. Brett made his way into the kitchen and sure enough, he found Kyle on the floor, covered in hors d'oeuvres. Brett simply shook his head as Kyle smiled at him, nervously. The other cooks were too busy to pay any mind, but Brett went over and picked him up.
"Get yourself cleaned up, I'm going to radio Catra and Scorpia." Brett whispered. Kyle nodded and ran out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. Brett went to the back of the kitchen near the freezer. For a moment he wondered to himself, "why do they have a freezer in an ice… oh, whatever." Brett then pulled out the radio and transmitted Catra.
"Catra, it's me, Brett, do you read me?" Brett asked.
"Oh, we read you loud and clear, buddy!" Scorpia responded. Brett pulled the radio away and cocked his eyebrow at it. He then shook his head and put the radio back to his ear.
"Err, yeah, hey Scorpia. Anyway, listen, I've got the support beams temperatures and the guards patterns memorized. I know exactly how we're going to pull this off." Brett said, waiting for a response. There was a sound of a slight struggle on the other end. Brett was about to say something until he heard Catra.
"Scorpia! Give me that!" Catra commanded.
"Sorry, wildcat!" Scorpia apologized. Brett rolled his eyes.
"Okay, talk to me, Brett." Catra commanded.
"Okay, the temperature of the beams are -8° celcius. What I'm thinking is that we set the bombs to a simmered heat that will slowly burn through the beams, causing a steady collapse. When the guards go to check the beams, we'll have explosives ready to blow them and the support beams sky high. This will cause a panic, and in the confusion, we can make our escape. In that confusion, Scorpia can paralyze Glimmer and Bow, and we'll make it look as if we're bringing them to the infirmary. If we're lucky, this entire palace will collapse, and it'll be easy pickings the next time we send in a strike force." Brett declared, proudly. A devilish chuckle came from the radio, indicating Catra's approval.
"You know, I'm starting to wonder why I didn't like you before, Brett." Catra mused.
"Because you were jealous?" Brett facetiously suggested. For some reason that made Catra hiss in anger.
"Watch yourself, Infiltration Saboteur." Catra growled.
"Apologies, Force Captain." Brett replied humbly. Catra took a moment to regain her composure.
"But anyway, that's a great plan, I can't wait-" Catra started before being interrupted by Brett. Brett had just heard voices coming closer to his location.
"Catra, I gotta go." Brett quickly said, shutting off the radio. He was a bit too late, however, as the head chef and Princess Frosta had opened the door to the back. He quickly turned towards them. He was about to put the radio back in his pocket when Frosta snatched it from him.
"You! Your girlfriend can wait! You're supposed to be working!" Frosta yelled.
"My apologies, Princess-" Brett started before being interrupted by Frosta. She grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled his face close to hers.
"You will refer to me as, 'Your Highness,' got it?!" Frosta demanded into his face. At this moment, an ever growing rage was welling up inside Brett, nearing the top of his head. Again, not wanting to put the mission in jeopardy, he slowly nodded his head.
"Yes, Your Highness. Forgive my insubordination, I will get back to work immediately." Brett said, feigning humility. Frosta continued to glare, but let go of his coat.
"See that you do…" Frosta replied, indignantly. She then let the radio fall out of her hand and walked out. The chef clapped his hands at Brett.
"Okay, chop chop, we need those halibuts on the grill asap, go grab them." The chef said, walking away as well. Once Brett was sure they were gone, he let out an angry, stifled growl. He then picked up the radio and transmitted to Catra, again.
"...I'm going to kill that little girl." Brett muttered, coldly. After a few moments, Catra came onto the line.
"Good, you'll get your chance tonight." Catra replied, sadistically.
Later that night…
The Princess Prom had begun a couple hours after the Horde's arrival, and the guests arrived in abundance. Lonnie had positioned herself in the weapon check area, waiting for Adora. Brett and Kyle, meanwhile were standing in the approximate area of Frosta's ice throne. Brett had been surveying the area, waiting for Adora, Glimmer, and Bow to arrive. As the guests arrived, Brett looked upon them with disgust. He had thought back to when he had arrived with the Specters into Elberon's castle. He remembered Dragstor's monologue about the aristocratic vagary that was the royalty of the Rebellion. The more that Brett had been fighting the Rebellion, and especially working with Catra, the more he became embittered towards them. Without turning towards Kyle, but speaking loud enough for him to hear, Brett spoke.
"Look at them, Kyle…" Brett started, calmly. Kyle turned his attention to Brett, "their clothing, their attitude… it's just so gaudy, so… pretentious. If ever there was a reason for this war, it would be to give the Rebellion and their conceited Princesses a big slice of humble pie." Kyle shuddered upon hearing what Brett had to say. Brett took notice and asked, "there a problem, Kyle?" Kyle looked down and responded.
"I mean… is that a reason to wage war on them?" Kyle asked, timidly. Brett scoffed.
"Don't be getting soft on me, Kyle. You weren't there to see what happened at Elberon." Brett replied, callously. Kyle just simply nodded. Brett continued, "anyway, stay here, I'm going to go do a quick patrol to reconnoiter the area." He started walking away before looking back at Kyle. Kyle gazed at him in confusion. Brett scratched the back of his head, then clarified, "reconnoiter means to make a militaristic observation of an area." Kyle still looked confused and Brett just groaned, walking away. Brett made the rounds of observing everyone that had walked in. All princesses, but no sign of the ones he was looking for. All of a sudden, Brett heard an overtly optimistic voice being directed at him, from above.
"Hiii!" the bubbly voice said. Brett immediately turned around and looked up to see a purple pigtail-haired woman scaling one of the support beams, waving at him. Brett cocked his eyebrow as he analyzed her features. Her attire looked to be in similitude of somebody operating heavy machinery. It consisted of heavy gloves, steel-toed boots, arm covers, a welding mask with red lenses, and a pair of overalls worn like pants. The shoulder straps were left loose over a white undershirt, which had been blotted with grease. For a moment, Brett didn't know whether to be cautious or fall in love. For a moment, Brett could do nothing but smile at the girl. She slowly let herself slide down from the support beam, and came face to face with Brett.
"Oh, um. Hello." Brett said, awkwardly.
"Hi! I was hoping you were one of the waiters with the tiny food, sorry to bother you." The girl said, beginning to climb back up. Brett narrowed his eyes at her and shouted.
"Hey, wait!" Brett protested. The girl stopped climbing and looked down as Brett continued, "what are you doing up there?"
"Oh, this is the perfect place to observe behavior!" The girl said, excitedly. Her response made Brett beam up with delight.
"Observe? Really, now. I, uh, am pretty observant, myself." Brett said, boastfully. The girl opened her mouth agape and let out a slight gasp as she slid down. Once she reached the ground she seemed to use her… hair to lift herself up.
"Observe?! Like a hypothesis?! Do you have a lab?! Or do any kind of science?!" The girl said excitedly as she used her hair to move closer to Brett. Brett had never seen anyone have prehensile hair before. This discovery caused him to yelp in nervousness, and fall backwards. Before he hit the ground, however, Entrapta's hair reached behind him and broke his fall. Brett switched glances between the hair and the girl's face. She looked at him concerned and asked, "something wrong?"
"Y...your hair…" Brett stammered out. The girl switched glances between her hair and Brett.
"Oh, yeah! It's prehensile, meaning-" the girl started.
"It is capable of grasping." Brett said, finishing her sentence, "if I had to guess, you had elongated motor neurons that extended all the way from your spinal cord all the way to your hair. Very impressive." The girl stared at Brett with a gleam in her eyes.
"You… understand how my hair functions? I've never met anyone that's even bothered to ask!" The girl said, all bubbly. She pulled Brett up to his feet. Brett smiled at her and got a good look at her.
"Hah, well you met one now. My name's Brett. I, uh, don't mean to pry… but that grease stain on your shirt; that's pertamina oil, right? I can tell by the color and density. If I had to guess, you build robots?" Brett suggested. The girl stared at Brett as though he were a ghost.
"W...wow, I've never met anyone that even knew there were different varieties of oil. How do you know all that?" The girl inquired. Brett chuckled.
"Well, I'm a mechanical engineer. I've built and maintained a lot of robots-" Brett started before the girl wrapped her pigtails around both of his shoulders and pulled him close.
"You're a mechanical engineer?! Where did you go to school?! What credentials do you possess?! Are you some kind of prodigy?! You've built robots?! Can I see them?!" The girl fired question after question. Brett let out a blank noise from his mouth, not knowing where to start answering the girl's questions. Before he could say anything, however, a dreadfully familiar voice echoed in his ears.
"Entrapta!" the voice had called out. He looked behind Entrapta to see Adora and Glimmer. The rage that Brett was feeling towards Frosta suddenly came back full force into his very being. The girl took notice of this and released him from her hair. Adora and Glimmer arrived a few feet away from them.
"S...sorry, was my hair hurting you?" The girl inquired of Brett. Brett quickly cooled down.
"Oh, no, no. I uh, I just remembered I have to tend to the snacks. Good meeting you, uh, Entrapta was it?" Brett inquired. Entrapta nodded, smiling. Brett then quickly walked away, heading towards the kitchen.
"Bye, Brett!" Entrapta said, gleefully. It was at that moment that Brett completely regretted mentioning his name. When Entrapta said his name, Adora narrowed her eyes at Brett from behind. For a moment she had believed Entrapta to be referring to the Observation Twin, but she quickly put that out of her mind, believing Brett to still be at the Fright Zone. While those three were conversing, Brett stepped behind a pillar, away from the guards and pulled out his radio.
"Catra, it's Brett. You read?" Brett inquired.
"Yeah. Did the royalty arrive?" Catra asked. Brett grinned.
"So far, only Adora and Glimmer… Not sure where this archer is." Brett replied peeking out from the pillar. He scanned the area and found Bow walking with a tanned, blonde woman towards Adora and Glimmer, "scratch that, I have eyes on Bow. I'm going to go ahead and place the charges at the top, then work my way to the bottom." Catra chuckled, devilishly.
"Time to give the princesses a party they'll never forget…" Catra said, fiendishly. Brett then clicked the radio off and took another look at the Rebels.
"... And time to make you pay…" Brett muttered coldly to himself. Brett headed to the stairs to find a ladder to reach the tops of all the support beams. In order to do that, however, he had to also pacify the security. The security office had communication to every guard, so he wanted to send a message out for them to leave him alone while he set the charges. He made his way to the security office which was just above the weapon check. Once he made his way up the stairs he walked into a breakroom area, with a couch, television, refrigerator, and food processors. On the far side of the breakroom was the door to the security office. Brett eyed the refrigerator, suspiciously.
"Seriously, do these people not understand how ice works?" Brett thought to himself. In the room, there was only one guard present, sitting on the couch. Brett marched right up to him. The guard looked up at him with a blank stare.
"What?" The guard demanded. Impersonating Gerard's accent and voice, Brett spoke.
"We need security downstairs on the double! All the princesses are arriving, and we don't want any trouble." The guard gasped.
"Oh! Captain Gerard, sir! I, uh, I just started my break-" The guard started before being interrupted.
"Break, huh? How about I teach you the definition of break, if you don't get down there, NOW!" Brett yelled in his face. The guard shakenly saluted him and ran out of the room. Brett grinned devilishly then walked over to the door to the security office and gave it a knock. A moment later, he heard a voice.
"Password?" the voice demanded.
"Boom." Brett responded. The guard paused for a few moments
"Boom? We haven't used that passcode in-" The guard started before experiencing a great pain. Before the guard responded, Brett had taken ten steps back, then ran at the door, full force, plunging the ball of his foot right above the doorknob, breaking the door off its hinges and plowing into the guard. Brett walked on the door and saw another guard standing and staring in horror at Brett. The guard looked behind him and made a dash towards a button on the wall. Brett recognized that as an emergency alarm. The man raised his left hand to slam the button before Brett hurled a dagger, hitting the hand, and pinning it against the wall. The guard shrieked in agony, pulling at the dagger with his free hand. Just as he pulled the dagger out, Brett grabbed the guard's head and slammed it against the wall, successfully incapacitating him. Brett walked over to the other guard that was pinned under the door. He was also, obviously, unconscious. Brett lifted the door up and put it back in the frame. He then walked over to the microphone and sent out a message.
"To all security officers, this is Gerard. There will be a maintenance worker who will be checking all of the support beams to ensure the safety of the guests. Do not impede in his work. That is all." And with that, Brett let the microphone click off. He then grabbed the bodies of the two guards and shoved them into lockers, padlocking them shut. It was then time to proceed to the next part of the plan. Brett turned towards the security door when he saw something that made his heart pound out of his chest.
It was…
What is it? What did Brett see?! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY FRIGHTEN BRETT, THE OBSERVER TWIN?! Lol, I know, but you don't. Find out next week! P.S. Thanks to Fiamma for the great title ;) And thank you for reading :)
