Well... It's been a long, long, very looooooooooooooong time coming but... here it is.

This goes out to lilgenious, for giving me the push to get this written. It really wasn't fair where I left it so I hope you (and every other reader, of course) like it.

Also, a shout out to the authors Suthern-bell85, LadyWallace, xXLiquidSugarXx for your amazing contributions to the Alexandre Dumas section. It's great to see it come back to life.

October 30, 2009 – Part 2

With the police facing them, blocking the garage door and classroom area, the teens and the men were trapped in the back of the auto shop. Shawnee raised the wrench high above her head and roared, drawing cries from the others as they charged. The police ran against them, eager for the fight.

There were shouts and clangs, metal striking metal while voices echoed in the corners and ceiling. Chris had been backed between the shop cars and was leaving numerous dents with every swing of his hammer. The police that tried to get close enough to subdue him were forced to remain at a distance else lose all permanent use of their knees or ribs. Brenna had grabbed one of the many broken broom poles that had been stacked in a corner and was whipping it around as a quarterstaff with the jagged end jabbing at her enemies. Jordan was preoccupied with the table leg he carried, clapping the hardened, long ago melted end on any who approached from the front. And Shawnee was somewhere in the middle, lost amongst the blue uniforms, swinging the wrench she wielded with horrible accuracy but plenty of damage. Joey and Alexis teamed up and battered at a pair of men with ratchets and wrenches, laughing all the while.

The musketeers were left behind the tables, peeking over curiously. When Porthos went to stand to join the fray, Aramis grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, much to his dismay.

"We have no idea what we're facing here! Are you mad?" he hissed and Porthos threw off the priest's hand with a huff.

"Well, I'm not staying here and letting those kids take all the beating!" Porthos stood and bellowed and charged like a wild bull towards an officer who had lifted Jordan off his feet from behind. The three of them toppled to the ground with the force of Porthos' tackle and Jordan groaned painfully, trying to pull himself out from under the men and straightening his glasses, which were miraculously still intact.

Brenna's staff broke over the back of a man and she was reduced to using the remains in her hands to fend off blows from night sticks as two more officers appeared. Shawnee managed to break away from her fight to join Brenna and the two of them were able to get a couple of shots to their opponents' guts to wind them, despite having been struck several times in the struggle.

Alexiss gave a yell as a rather large man stood over her until Joey cracked a long large ratchet on the back of his skull, effectively dropping him. Aramis and D'Artagnan had left the safety of the tables and gathered as many air gun sockets as they could manage in a basket made of Aramis' robe before throwing them on to the ground. They rolled under the feet of their enemies and it became chaos as bodies fell. More police flooded in from outside and finding themselves outnumbered, Athos called a retreat, diving into the battle to grab at the teens and his comrades and dragging them back into the smaller classroom area.

Benches became a menace but stools became shields and even Chris found the time to act like a lion tamer, jabbing forward to cause a woman to back up into her fellows and stop their advance. Shawnee dashed to a set of double doors and unlocked them. Joey and Alexiss came running in behind the cops and Joey called out.

"Alright back off unless you want to be burned!" He brandished a half full gas can and Alexiss carried a match. Everyone backed away and gave them a wide berth; even the remained police outside stayed there upon hearing the threat. McGillan limped forward with a snarl, cursing in violent French.

"You are threatening police. Do you really want to be arrested?" he demanded of Joey. Athos looked back and waved them closer. "Hurry up, boy!"

Once close enough to the doors, Joey smirked and Alexiss began to light several matches. He threw the can closer to the grouped officers and the angry scientist and she dropped the little flaming sticks.

With the group packed into Shawnee's parents' minivan and Chris' dad's Suburban truck, they sped away. When they dared to look back in their rear view mirrors, all they could see was smoke from the far end of the school as they sped off into the interconnecting veins of the highway 401.

Shawnee's cell phone buzzed (making the musketeers within the minivan jump) and she reached in her pocket and handed it to Brenna in the passenger seat. Brenna flipped it open and read out the message from Chris.

- Whoa! I think we just got expelled!

The drive was quiet. Music from a local radio station was a soft sound in the background as all were catching their breaths and allowing their adrenaline to slow. Athos coughed and watched the other cars beyond the window speed by them. D'Artagnan had laid his head back on the head rest in the seat next to him, behind Brenna. Joey, Alexiss, Jordan, Chris, Porthos, and Aramis were all piled in the Suburban that followed them until Chris decided to pull out and ride in the lane next to them. He waved his cell phone and Brenna waved back Shawnee's. A message came through.

- Where the heck are we going?

"Tell him Ottawa." Shawnee stated blandly. "Olivier's there to visit his mother. Hopefully he'll be able to help us."

Brenna punched the letters on the phone's keyboard and sent back the message. D'Artagnan leaned forward on his knees, eyes sparking with childish curiosity.

"Who is this 'Olivier'?" he asked, smiling slightly. Shawnee's cheeks tinged pink.

"None of your business." She snapped. "Sit back in your seat and for God's sake, do up your seatbelt!"