Trent stared at the ceiling of his cell or room or whatever they wanted to call this here. He was thinking about the information he had gotten recently. Someone pulled a prank in school and blamed it on Eric Cartman. He smirked; he knew who was behind it without needing further Intel.

Still he wondered for how long the girl was going to make him wait. She didn't spill anything concerning her plans but she did make it clear to him that she wanted his cooperation. His information network seemed to have been something that sparked her interest but he wasn't going to give her inside to that. Mean kids have their secrets and he was the meanest kid around after all.

Oh he couldn't wait to get his hands on the four fuckers that got him arrested again. Just for them Trent had thought up some new bully-methods, some that involved a spoon, three hair clips and a nice red chili pepper. Maybe he should finally come up with a name for that...

Turning his thoughts away from how he was going to torture the others, he thought about how curious he was about what that New Kid had in store for the town. The way he saw it after they had talked a bit more, was that she was just a little goody trying to play bad, a wannabe villain. Yet he couldn't deny that he was interested on how this all was going to play out. She wasn't cut out to be a mean kid yet Trent knew she was using him for her goal just like he was using her for his.

"Trent Boyett! Get up, you have a visitor!"

The blond boy eyed the guard before getting up. He ignored the man's rambling about manners and that he better watch his language this time. Instead he just put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and waited for the man to bring him to the visitor area already. It was clear to him who this visitor was, if it weren't his parents than there was only one other person.

His suspicion was proofed right when Trent Boyett let a lazy smile play across his face as he sat down opposite of her and held the phone against his ear. "Here again so soon, thought it would take you longer to visit again."

She frowned and then started to scribble on her notepad. He watched her, wondering if she would share her plan with him this time.

- Sorry that I didn't visit sooner. I kind of have a job now. -

He didn't react. Why the hell was she apologizing for not visiting sooner? What was wrong with that kid? As a villain she should have learned that they don't apologies. Trent eyed the girl, trying to figure out what she was thinking as she watched him equally. This was getting irksome. "Are you going to tell me your plan yet?"

He was a bit stunned when he saw her nod with that blank look. Trent honestly didn't expect that this wannabe-villain was going to share her plan with him. Now his interest was piqued again. Maybe it wasn't so bad teaming up with that new kid after all. He watched how her eyes wandered over to the guard and she was thinking hard on something before scribbling on her notepad again.

- But first, we are getting you out on probation. -

He read the same single line on her notepad a few more times. "What?"

The Freedom Pals looked among each other. They originally wanted to discuss who would go to today's mission of entertaining the old people and then patrolling through town while the others searched for their villains again. They still had to find out the meaning of the ink writings. They were about to agree that Tupperware and Mosquito would go, while Wonder Teek was going to see if Buttlord was working in Raisins today.

But then out of nowhere Toolshed had brought up a topic they hadn't really talked about even in school. It had steered up some arguments and by now it had turned to something akin to a discussion. But it was more of Toolshed explaining what he was thinking over and over to his friends.

"I am just saying that a prank like that isn't like him." Toolshed repeated once more, he was slowly getting tired of explaining his thoughts.

"But evidence was found in his locker and even in his back bag. It is pretty obvious that he is guilty." Tupperware argued back. Facts were facts and he didn't really want to help the asshole out either way.

"Besides why would anyone want to blame a prank like that on Cartman?" The question came from Mosquito but only seconds later he shook his head in realization and mumbled "Nevermind."

"You know the prank did seem a little strange..." Their eyes turned to Humankite, he was thinking hard on how the prank went and who could have been Cartmans target. He always targets someone. "If Cartman really was the one that pulled it off he would have pushed the blame on someone. Usually a kid or adult he would be pissed at… or Butters. Then again this was rather harmless compared to some other shit he pulled before."

"Are you saying someone framed the asshole?" The gruff voice belonging to Mysterion resounded as he finally joined the discussion.

"I-i-i-i-if someone did that, w-w-w-w-w-why push the b-b-b-blame on him?" Fastpass asked. Everyone turned quite, thinking about who would want to get Eric Cartman in trouble. The fat kid pissed off a lot of people on a daily basis but who would have done that?

"The answer is obvious if we think about it." A voice resounded in their heads and they looked up to see Doctor Timothy wheeling himself over to them. "I believe our villains might have something to do with this."

"Professor Chaos and Buttlord?" Super Craig and Mosquito questioned nearly at the same time. They really were the only villains around right now to do anything like that. Though the Freedom Pals were working on a way to catch at least one of them.

"The fire crackers belong to the same brand our recently turned evil hero uses. We should look into this more." Their kind of leader answered as he drove around seemingly pacing. "But the bigger question would be of why would they want Eric Cartman out of the way? What are they truly planning?"

"So we need to find out more." Humankite added thoughtful. The Freedom Pals looked at each other, a new resolve settled in their minds with the newly added motivation. "So catching one of them should be one of the missions on highest priority."

Professor Chaos grinned as he looked down at the renovated fabric hall. He was currently on the first floor of the building and had a perfect view of his minions on the ground floor. General Disarray was making his rounds down there, overseeing their work.

Each workspace had a little monitor with instruction videos from YouTube. Some of his minions didn't need the videos anymore while others needed them still. They were making progress fast and by now they were past modifying only nerf guns. They were mass producing modified machinery, though personally he liked the once Buttlord, General Disarray and he made the day before the most.

He wore one of the models, a Rapidstrike, on his back proudly and under his cape he had two dart clips each with 18 darts hidden. Their new gear was part of Operation Black Time, so they were now carrying one or two of them with them. General Disarray had chosen two Stryfes, apparently his General wanted to dual wield. Crossing his arms Chaos tried to remember which model Buttlord had chosen to take. He believed it had been a sniper model but he wasn't too sure. His partner had broken a few of the guns and one of them had been a sniper. That reminded him where was his partner?

Chaos looked over at the clock and frowned. Buttlord was supposed to be here two hours ago yet she wasn't here. Nervousness slowly spread in his thoughts and he started to fumble around with his hands. Everything was currently going like planned, he really hoped that things weren't going to take a turn now. The fabric halls had been ready sooner than expected causing them to be slightly ahead of time. The meeting room was also prepared already the only thing missing were their guest and Buttlord herself.

Making his way down to the ground floor and towards General Disarray, Professor Chaos patted a few of his subordinate's shoulders and gave them encouraging words. They were doing great work anyway. Once he was next to his General he looked over the displayed finished works shortly. "I am going to prepare for the meeting now. I believe you have everything under control here?"

"Of course I have." General Disarray affirmed. He looked up from a repainted soccer ball shooter with aluminum foil patches. "The soccer ball shooters are nearly finished but the ones taking care of the ammunition are still struggling with paint jobs but that will be resolved soon."

Chaos nodded in understanding before turning to leave the area. He needed to get changed into his business attire. He glanced over at the clock one more time in worry, hopefully his partner would make it in time.

Buttlord knew she wouldn't make it in time to meet up with Professor Chaos.

"The kid has to be around here!"

"Here fourthy, fourthy! Come out! We know you are here!"

Buttlord inched closer to the wall in her hiding space, this was bad. One of them must have seen her run into this alley. She rubbed her arm and grimaced at the stinging pain from the Chinese-burn one of them gave her before she managed to get away. A bruise was forming there and she really thought about turning back time just to avoid this situation.

"Here fourthy, fourthy!"

A string of curses rang through her head as the voice was nearer then she expected it to be. Glancing at the other end of the ally Buttlord blinked a few times. More sixth graders were there searching for her. These damned sixth graders had her cornered and it was only a matter of time till her hiding spot between the trash cans and the wall would be discovered.

Buttlord knew she should have been more careful. Tuesday should have been a lesson for her but now it looked like it was going to repeat itself only that she wasn't able to escape them as easily as she did last time. For some strange reason she had become the target, like they were out to hunt her down.

What were they some governmental dogs? Oh God, Buttlord wouldn't even know how to react if these governmental assholes had paid them to catch her. She had been in such a good mood earlier and on her way to the fabric hall Professor Chaos had texted her about. She just wanted to take a look at how the things were going there before heading to that meeting room General Disarray had rented for them. But her good mood didn't last ong. Twelve steps on the main road. She had taken only twelve steps and bam these sixth graders crossed her path, blocking her way in both directions.

"We won't get the reward if we don't beat up that fourthy!"

Her head snapped in the direction of the voice and she strained her ears to hear more. So the government paid them after all? The voices were close but she couldn't see them from her spot. And moving to the get a better look was out of the question, she wasn't willed to give out her hiding spot. Buttlord knew that she had no chance against these sixth graders on her own. She didn't even have any of Chaos' Minions around to help her.

"Why are we even hunting for that fourthy for another fourthy?"

'Another fourthy!?' Her mind was racing someone in her grade was sending the sixth graders after her? Wasn't that a little bit extreme? Then again with what she had experienced in this town that was probably seen as normal.

Suddenly a clang resounded and Buttlords head snapped to her foot that had kicked over a can by accident. Panic entered her eyes as she pressed herself against the wall, her pulse racing as all she heard was the pumping of her heart.

"Did you hear that guys?"

"Looks like the fourthy is hear after all."

Hopefully she had enough time to use one of her time farts; she tried to take a calming breath and concentrated. But suddenly one of the trash cans, she was hiding behind, was removed and she came face to face with the leader of the sixth graders. Her concentration was broken.

"Found you!"

I have to admit, writing this chapter was kind of really, really hard. Aside from having a lot of headaches and being partly sick, I lacked a lot of inspiration for it. I knew what I wanted to happen but it felt hard to put everything into the right words.

So I appologize if this chapter isn't as good as the others or is lacking.

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