A few doors from the exit of the strange room, Bailey noticed that two men in black suits were following her. She could tell that they had guns somewhere on their person because they each had a lump under their shirt on the right side of the hip.
Hand on the tranquilizer gun the boy had given her "just in case" she walked ahead to the stairwell between the deck Zack and Cody were on and her room and found a spot where she had an overview of the stairs but was still unseen right at the top directly above the bottom of the staircase. She pulled out the gun and prepared for the men to enter her field of vision. Though she didn't know how much use the little air powered dart gun would be, she was thankful the boy hadn't given her a real gun. She had been with her dad when he went hunting in Kettlecorn and she knew she could never kill someone.
Finally the men reached the stairs and were both shot with two little darts each. The minute the second dart pierced their flesh; they dropped to the ground unconscious. When they wake up about two hours later, they wouldn't remember a thing.
Bailey took off for her room and grabbed the microchip as fast as she could. On her way down the stairs she was stopped by the bigger of the two men that had been following her. Apparently the knockout toxin in the darts wasn't strong enough to keep him down for very long so he woke up before Bailey had expected him to ad waited for the attacker he was sure would be returning. When Bailey rounded the corner landing on the stairs, her eyes went big with fear and she fumbled for the dart gun but dropped it and it was kicked away by the man. He aimed a punch square for Bailey's face but she ducked and jumped out of the way. Bailey had an idea and took off the diamond bracelet Cody gave her for her birthday and tossed it up in the air. Distracted by the shiny object in the air, the man dropped his guard for the slightest second. Slight second or not, it was just enough for Bailey to kick the man in the soft spot extremely hard and well-aimed. As the man was cringing in pain, she aimed a kick for his head to take him down once and for all, but the man was not in as much pain as he pretended to be, and grabbed her foot and flipped her over, right next to the dart gun, which she grabbed and then unloaded it into the man's neck until the clip was dry. Seven darts protruded from the base of his neck like a porcupine's needles. Bailey grabbed her bracelet and the guns off of the men she had paralyzed and ran back to the secret room down the hall.
When she got back she handed the guns and microchip to the boy and said, "I just had to take on a man 5 or 6 times my size, overdose him with the knockout darts and run nonstop all the way here from the stairs. I grabbed the guns off of the two guys and I got the microchip. Now I want a full explanation as to what the hell is going on!"
"Ok, ok calm down, first, did you notice if the men had a logo on anything they had?" the boy asked.
"Yes, there was a circle similar to that of the Tipton on their shirt collars and engraved into the pistol grips, but instead of one "T" there were two." Bailey replied.
"Shit, this just went from worse to hell. You need to be told what's going on and then we're fighting our way out of here and blowing up the ship in the process.
"Ok, me and my team were sent here to recover the chip and hopefully keep you safe and if needed, have you join our team temporarily. The room you are standing in is the Armory. It's our base of operations, sleeping quarters, and personal ammo crate, hence the name, Armory. The reason the microchip needs to be destroyed or kept safe from anyone is that it contains data that can be used to destroy the world. The "TT" you saw is, in fact, the Tipton logo. The S.S. Tipton, the Tipton in Boston, and the Tipton Space Station are three pieces in a puzzle holding the fate of the world. What people don't know is that the space station is outfitted with a laser that can incinerate anything in a 10 – 15 mile radius and has enough of the that they are all connected to all the Tiptons across the U.S. This is enough firepower to incinerate the entire United States and some of the surrounding land and ocean. It is unknown what the reason behind this is, but it is a threat no matter what. The ship is the power core; the hotel in Boston is being fitted with a space elevator to the space station so when the ship docks in Boston and the microchip is installed in the hotel/command center; it's game over for everyone. We're here to stop that by blowing up the whole system."
"Whoa," the three said in unison.
"Wait, wait, wait, if we're tagging along, then who is your 'team'?" Bailey asked.
"I was hoping you'd ask that, Noel! Jess! Get down here!" he yelled.
"One sec Ryan!" a yell came from the room above that acted as a fake-out dorm room. A few minutes later, two girls ran down the staircase that the friends had just noticed, which must have lead directly to the room above. "Hey, Noel," the same voice heard from upstairs came from a blonde girl wearing jeans and a Metro Station t-shirt. "That's Jessica, and she's not always this shy, she's just unsure about you guys." The girl pointed to a girl with wavy auburn hair wearing a black shirt and jean short shorts, who the friends noticed had not talked the entire time.
"Right, so anyway, since you're obviously tagging along with us now, we'll have to decide what role you're going to assume in our team. I'm the explosives expert and close combat guy so if something needs some splodin' I'll be there. Noel over there is our sneak, she can do just about anything with no one noticing, she stole my car keys the other day and decided to go on a joy ride and crashed my new mustang but that's a story for another day. Jess is the sharpshooter. She could a fly out of the air from a mile away, and is good at covering up where the hell she is. Since she tends to hang back, she's a little bit of a lone wolf but she's friendly with us since we're on the team. Just don't piss her off. Now what are you good and not good at?" Ryan asked.
Zack said, "I can aim a rifle good and I'm the best shot in Boston by far."
"I can fix things and make things that work good and I guess I'm an OK shot," Cody said.
"I couldn't hurt a fly if I wanted to, I don't think I could ever shoot a gun unless I had to save my life or my friends'," Bailey finished.
"Ok so, Zack you're on sniper duty so go talk to Jess when I'm finished talking. Cody, engineer, if you could fix up some of the crap we have lying around here, we'd be a kickass infiltration team. Also, might want to take a shotgun and pistol just in case. Bailey, you're gonna be a medic because we still need one of those and since you probably won't shoot anything, it would be best. Take a .45 just to be safe, can't take chances at a time like this. Now, go find a spot somewhere either in the room up top or down here to sleep and get some shut-eye, tomorrow we get rollin' and asplodin'!" Ryan finished. The six of them slept through the need and got some well-needed rest.