Chapter Seven

Arctic Rescue

Inside of Second Sight's base, Violet was still floating around. She was given food, drink, and things to pass the time with, while in the prison. While she was reading a magazine, the loud sound of a metal door opening scared her, causing her to drop the magazine in the process.

"Violet," said a voice she wanted to never hear again; the voice of Second Sight, "I have been scanning your memory while you were reading that magazine, and I know who your Romeo is." Violet said nothing, her eyes flaring with hate. Second Sight continued. "Your lover boy is a mister Chance Avon Racer." Violet's eyes widened, her jaw dropping. "This boy, Chance, will be little more than a memory when I get done with him. He's on his way to save your brother. I hope he likes Antarctica...that's where I'll dig his grave." Second Sight turned to leave, laughing a maniacal laugh on the way out.

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Chance had never known that rescue missions could be so boring. He could only drive, on his way to the places to rescue Violet's family, but he had no one to talk to. If he had, these drives would be much more bearable. His wish was suddenly granted by the sound of an old telephone ringing. It was his ringtone. Chance took the phone from the glove compartment. The number was one he didn't recognize. He flipped the top up,

"Hello?" he asked,

"Racer," said the voice, "I know you love her."

"Who are you?" demanded Chance, "what have you done with her...And how did you get this number?"

"I am your worst nightmare." said the voice, "I have done nothing to her...yet. And I scanned her memory to find your number. Since I know where you are and what you're doing, I figured it would be nice to offer help." Chance sat in silence, perplexed that the guy who was trying to kill him was helping him. "The boy you are searching for," said the voice, "is in a very large and very distinct facility. You couldn't miss it if you were blind. But the door is sealed. If you want to unseal it, you must...tie up a loose end." Before Chance could ask what the hell that meant, he heard the sound of a click, indicating the person had hung up. Chance then remembered something, and opened the glove compartment. His race Manager, a man named Owen Lee, had given some heating chips for his car, for the February Frost Raceathon, an annual event that took place on slick tracks at Avon Racing Academy. These were designed to keep his tires warm so they wouldn't be frosted to the concrete overnight. Chance also had a coat, some snow trousers, boots, a hat, and goggles. He put a chip in each of the clothes (and in his laser gloves as well) and now, he had an outfit to protect him from the extreme cold. His goggles could see through even the meanest snow storm, and his entire attire could withstand the icy waters, in case he came into contact with it. He parked his car on an iceberg that could hold the weight, and ventured out into the icy wasteland.

Second Sight had been right about one thing; not two minutes of walking around, and Chance spotted a huge, ebony, steaming building. The building was being heated from the inside out, and was hotter than the air. Chance walked to the door, and found the whole entrance was sealed by a wall of laser. Chance picked up a chunk of ice, and tossed it at the door. It melted instantly. That ice had been thicker than his arm, and so hard that even with his strength, he would break his hand if he hit it hard enough. If it could make that super ice melt, what could it do to him.

"What did he mean," asked Chance aloud, "by loose end?" Suddenly, the sound of low rumbling came into Chance's ears. He looked to the left. What he saw was a massive yeti. The yeti had eyes that were all red, and Chance could hear the sound of gears struggling to turn due to ice on them. This must have been the loose end Second Sight mentioned. Before Chance could strike the beast, it launched lasers at him. Chance didn't know if the building could withstand lasers, but didn't want to find out, and risk Dash being killed. Chance ran off, ducking and dodging laser blasts. Chance managed to get some headway from the robot in a heavy storm, and hid behind a massive ice mound to regroup.

Suddenly, the ice mound began melting, and the yeti was right near it. Chance took off running again, and found a ditch to dive into. The rumbling was getting closer, and that told Chance the robot knew where he was, and that he better amscray.

"Dear lord," said Chance, "this thing had found me twice now." Chance was able to scan the monster's core, and found a device that could track a heat signature. Chance figured that was how the monster kept finding him. He looked around, and found they were near a large cliff. A plan formed in Chance's mind.

"If this plan fails," said Chance, "I am screwed." He focused on the heat seeking device, and was able to turn it off.

The robot beast looked around. Something had happened, and now, it could not locate its target. It walked toward a large cliff, and looked down. Could he have given up and thrown himself over? Out of the blue, it felt something big and hard hit its body from behind. The robot turned, and glared at its target. If the robot's circuitry patterns could be put in words, it would say.

"I have you now. I'll teach you not to throw ice balls at me." Little did it know, it had fallen into Chance's trap.

Chance stretched his arms, and yanked on the back of the monster's knees. They bent, and the monster began to lose balance. It fell over the cliff, and smashed through an amazingly thick sheet of ice. Chance ran to the cliff, and looked down. There was a huge hole in the ice. Chance searched with his inherited power to find the robot. He found the circuitry was now offline. He made his way back to the building, and found that the laser in the door was gone. He figured that the circuitry in the yeti was also for the laser. Chance walked in.

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Dash hated his current circumstance. He was trapped in a large hamsterball. It was designed to match his speed, and stay on the mount. This meant that his speed would not help him escape. Even if he could escape the ball, he didn't know where he was. He wasn't even sure he was even in his home country. Suddenly, he heard footsteps walking up the hall, heading right for him.

"Who's there?" asked Dash.

"A friend," called a voice.

That voice, thought Dash, I've heard that voice somewhere before. I just can't put my finger on where I heard it.

Someone came from around the corner. He was wearing a knit hat, snow goggles, a thick winter coat, snow pants, boots, and gloves. The gloves had some strange things on them, almost like gun barrels.

"I'm here to rescue you," said the figure, "move back into the back of the ball." Dash slowly made his way as far back as he could go, and the figure got closer. He drew back his fist, and punched the ball. A hole opened up in it, and cold air quickly filled the ball. The figure then squeezed his hands into the hole he made, and ripped an even bigger hole in the ball. Dash was now able to get out.

"Get on my back." The figure took off his coat, and picked Dash up. He then placed the boy on his shoulders, so Dash was riding piggyback. Chance made sure Dash would survive the cold by putting his coat on over him.

With Dash safely in tow, and having a chance to touch him and get his speed, Chance made his way back to the car. It took a few minutes for Chance to adjust to the speed, but was able to get back to the car without a hitch. Upon arrival, he took Dash from his coat, and put him in the passenger's seat. As they got further from Antarctica, the heater was less and less necessary. Chance soon had to take off his winter gear to avoid overheating. A few slow hours later, he and Dash arrived back home.

"Thanks, man." said Dash. "since I know that you're the family's last hope for survival, I'll give you a tip. Jack Jack is being held in the Arizona Desert. You'll see a large white building in the middle of nowhere, and that's the location of my baby bro."

"Thanks," said Chance, "I'll get him back. Go home to your parents, they're worried about you."

Chance was now on his way to save Jack Jack. He didn't know what was in store for him, be he knew it would be no picnic

Another one done. I hope it is satisfactory.ocument here...