If you are reading this, then you have made it to the right spot. I have submitted two chapters to you wonderful people today for your enjoyment. Let the games continue!

Special thanks for the idea for part of the prank goes to Freelancer Mississippi and At335. The rest of you have not gone unnoticed, I promise!

York certainly was surprised when, one morning, Tex approached him on her way back from her evening training session just as York was heading to his own.

"Hold on," she growled. "I need to talk to you for a second."

"It's not another prank, is it?" he asked warily, leaning away slightly as if worried she might be contagious. Tex smirked.

"If it was, you'd already be incapacitated," she sneered. "No, I need your help pulling one off."

"I thought that we were kind of at war with each other. You know, boys versus girls."

"York, I'm being serious!" Texas cried in exasperation.

"So am I," he retorted, then leaned against the wall. "Alright, let's say that I agree to help you. Who would we be pranking?"

"I was originally thinking Carolina-"

"She'd string us up by our toes and hang us upside down until our heads exploded from all the blood flow."

"Then I thought about the Director-"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"I finally decided on pranking South."

York smacked his head against his forehead. "Great," he muttered. "I'm working with someone who's delusional, bloodthirsty, AND suicidal. You realize that South will make life hell for you if she finds out that you pranked her?"

Texas gave a snort. "She's not going to find out. That's why I need you to help. I already have a plan set up for the prank. I need you to simply open up South's room for me and…" she whispered the plan into his ear so that nobody would be able to hear her.

"You know," York finally said after a moment. "That's so crazy, it just might work."

"Glad you think so," Tex smiled. "Oh, and I've already got somebody mixing up the stuff that you're going to put in there. I know you won't need the code to get into South's room. You'll find the supplies by the guys' locker room after your done. It needs to be done before tonight, though. I'll make sure that South doesn't get near her room before then."

"Done," York agreed. "Revenge is very sweet."

Later, the Freelancers (sans South, who had a late afternoon training session and workout) were all relaxing in their lounge room in fatigues. Wash and Wyoming were sitting on the floor, watching a movie and leaning against the couch. North lay stretched out on the couch, a thick book in his hands as his eyes flew across the pages of information. Carolina watched them all intently, especially Maine as he sat knitting in a corner with a missing rectangular strip of hair from the side of his face. York was simply watching the room from his position against the wall, and Texas sat, tense in her seat as though expecting an explosion.

Suddenly, there came a scream of rage from the floor above and the thundering sound of a single set of rampaging feet. Texas, York, and North all jumped, looking to the door.

"See ya!" North shouted, vaulting over the other side of the couch. The other Freelancers whipped around to see the three prankers try to shove themselves through the doorway at the same time and get stuck. A shout carried through the hallway.

"YOU'RE DEAD MEAT, NORTH!"

"Get out!" Texas shouted to the other two. "Get out, get out, get out!"

"Working on it!" York screamed back at her, before they managed to collapse through the doorway. The stampeding South was getting closer.

"Run for it!" North urged the other two, and they scrambled to their feet and started sprinting in the other direction of the incoming South. They managed to get down the hallway before South stopped in the doorway of the lounge room.

The remaining Freelancers had to utilize all of their willpower not to burst out laughing at South's appearance. The angry woman had just gotten out of the shower and had apparently started applying body lotion. The reason for her anger was quite evident, as South's hair was the most ludicrous shade of BUBBLE GUM PINK and her skin was a lovely, SUNFLOWER YELLOW. She looked like some weird candy girl or a plastic doll with faulty manufacturing.

"Where'd they go?!" South demanded angrily. Nobody said anything, but Wash pointed in the direction that North, York, and Texas has run. Without another word, South tore off in the direction that Wash had directed her.

"You can't keep a secret very well, old chap," Wyoming pointed out to Wash as screams from North, York, Texas, and their pursuer rang through the halls of the Mother of the Invention. Wash didn't say anything, only standing up. Maine gave a sharp hiss.

"I know, I know," Wash complained. "Corner of Shame."

Huh...guess they got found out. Poor, poor Wash.

He will not be the only one that suffers through the Corner of Shame.

He's just the most fun to pick on at the moment.

For all you chemistry and biology people out there, the reason that South's skin turned yellow was because North put iodine (the health kind, not the deadly chemical kind) into her body lotion. The bubble gum pink hair...I leave that to you people.

And continue to the next chapter, if you dare.

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