Here's to a very late chapter seven. Now, the reason for the delayed update was that I was in the Poconos until around Monday night without my computer! I know, torture isn't it! Although this chapter is gonna be good.

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Hide and Seek

Jimmy stood, agape for a few seconds before reacting.

"DAMN IT!" He screamed, punching the wall, unfortunately, behind the wall was steel, something cracked, it wasn't the steel.

"AH!" Jimmy screamed again, he held up a bruised hand, a ring he had been wearing had shattered cutting his middle finger a little. Jimmy pressed down on the cut, stopping the bleeding.

"How did he do that?" Cindy asked the room at large, shocked.

"Here's how." Libby said, pulling a knife out of the wall, impaled on it was a piece of paper.

Written in black, the ink still wet, the note conveyed a chilling message.

You think you can beat me, think again. You tried to kill me, I took my revenge, next time it's one of you! Oh and did you ever think that large groups are perfect targets for hidden things that explode? Yes I know Jimmy!

You like hide and seek?

Instead of a signature there was the knife hole from the throwing dagger Libby had pried out of the wall.

Jimmy took it from her and wrapped it in part of the room's bedsheets, slipping the weapon in his inside pocket.

Elsewhere: The killer smiled as he watched them…it appeared he had given Jimmy more credit than he was worth. The person thought, shutting off the screen and activating another one, a blinking dot appeared on the ship's blueprints. Oh so simple. The person thought as he turned to a figure bound and gagged to a chair, the figure shook and issued a muffled scream.

"Move! Windjammer! Hurry!" Jimmy practically yelled, the others, bewildered hesitated before charging after him.

They ran up stairwells, not caring how many traps they were setting off. When they reached the door for the deck with the café, Jimmy swore, the door was closed off by rubble and completely inaccessible. He pulled himself up through a hole in the stairway above and helped the others up. They burst through a door to find themselves on an observation deck over the Windjammer. Not pausing to think, Jimmy vaulted the railing landing remarkably unharmed on the glass ceiling below, Cindy dropped, catlike beside him and Libby after her, Sheen and Carl were last.

Jimmy examined the glass panels. "Reinforced." He muttered.

"IT'S A TRAP!" He yelled, grabbing the others and pulling them down flat on the ceiling of the café.

Sure enough, the wall behind them exploded, in a hail of bullets, showering them in plaster, chipped paint and bits of steel that fell like shrapnel.

"Almost as soon as it began, the shooting stopped."

"He gave up." Carl cried ecstatically.

Too easy…wait a minute, it was too easy! Jimmy thought, his pulse pounding in his ears.

"MOVE!" Libby shouted, she was thinking the same thing as Jimmy.

Jimmy and Cindy scrambled to their feet, just as the pane of glass below imploded, sending Carl and Sheen plummeting to the café floor. Just then, they heard the distinctive chatter of a machine gun and bullets whizzed by all around them, Jimmy turned to five for cover, saw the hole a fraction of a second too late and tripped, a bullet screamed by his temple, and darkness was immediate.

Cindy saw him fall and dove for him, she caught his ankle before he went too far but was pulled down, she gritted her teeth and tried with all her might to stop herself but she was sliding forward on the glass, her stomach flat as she struggled to support his limp dangling form, Libby grabbed Cindy's ankle too, but then the machine gun switched targets and the glass around them imploded in a rain of deadly bullets. Libby swore as they fall.

"Shit." She said quietly, but calmly as they fell.

"Are you all right?" The voice was coming from somewhere far away, as if he was underwater, or was he dead, that must be it.

"Wake up!" The voice said more urgently and he felt a sharp pain in his skull, focused around his temple, his head was throbbing as if he had been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. So much for the dead theory then.

The blur around him slowly came into focus as he came around.

"What happened?"

"A bullet knocked you out, almost killed you, one more centimeter and it would've hit. Turns out it just whizzed by." Libby was saying, he felt his temple and fingered a thin scar, as straight as though it had been cut with a ruler and a razor.

"I fell didn't I? So why aren't I dead?"

"You fell on a heap of blankets the others have been gathering." Turns out there was no explosion after all, Carl and Sheen normal, besides what was wrong with them before." She said good humoredly, chuckling slightly before continuing. "Anyway, your supporters filled us in on what happened while you and Cindy were up here…they've got food, drink and some electronic parts.

Jimmy straightened up from the pile of what resembled a giant clean laundry tower and headed over to inspect the electronics.

It took him half an hour to build a few things. "Okay." He said, limping slightly from the explosion. "I've got a long distance radio built but we still need some crucial components to get it working. I also have these primitive lasers. They don't have much range, so keep them in contact with whatever you're cutting for best effect. I need you to get all the best looking sheet metal that isn't interior crude metal, but plating. Also, find any motor parts and get all the parts and remains of the lifeboats. I need a team to get gasoline from what remains of the gas tank as well, it'll be in the lower levels, there's a map in the Windjammer, Mark here lifted it from a crewmember." Jimmy said when they were all assembled, he indicated a college student in a hooded sweatshirt.

Jimmy began passing out lasers to some of the assembled. The rest he instructed to get gas and other supplies and assemble them there.

They had departed when a scream turned Jimmy's attention from his radio. "HELP!" It sounded like James and Cindy shot him a confused look which he returned.

"Well come on!" Jimmy said. "Cindy, you stay here with them, I need someone to help them! Libby, come on."

Jimmy and Libby were running down a balcony after the origination of the distress cry when Libby spoke.

"You know, we never really took the time to get to know each other back home. I think that that was probably really dumb. You're a great guy and I don't even know what kind of band you like. I think that when we get back to the construction site, the Windjammer, we should talk, you know, while we're working." She said.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't even know your favorite color, your favorite band, anything really, I mean, we should really be better friends." Jimmy added.

"When we get back to the café." Libby promised.

"If we get back."

"We will get back!" Libby said firmly and Jimmy nodded, his hopes a little higher.

Back at the Windjammer, Cindy, Carl and Sheen were standing, Carl and Sheen standing watch and Cindy inspecting the radio, she set it down and turned when she heard footsteps.

"Surprised? You really shouldn't be, it's the oldest trick in the book, and you fell for it hook, line and sinker." The killer's scrambled voice said as he blocked the doorway, holding what looked to be a mace and chain.

"Oh shit." Sheen said. The curse unusual from him, but definitely appropriate.

"Oh shit is right." Cindy said, taking up a martial arts stand while her left hand reached for the pistol in her pocket…

"Please. How pathetic, now you're going to go for the hidden gun a suppose, why don't you idiots ever learn?" The killer said, enraged, Cindy charged, expecting the killer to raise the medieval weapon, also expecting to be able to dodge. Instead the killer sighed melodramatically and raise a weapon, it was a slightly elongated pistol with a blunted end, the killer pulled the trigger and Cindy collapsed, an excrutiating screeching sound echoing in her ears. Behind her, Carl and Sheen collapsed as well, writhing in agony, Cindy saw the killer raise a foot, saw it come down, and then saw nothing else. Behind her limp form, Carl and Sheen similarly passed out.

A/N: Cliffie, another one! Sorry guys! Had to! Please review! I can't convey how happy your reviews make me!