"William, look, it was just a huge misunderstanding! He wasn't going after me, he was going after some other dude with the same name as me!"
"Well then why did he look like he was hell-bent on killing you earlier?!"
"I don't know, none of us do!"
Spencer and William were arguing in William's office. The rest of the gang had stuck behind, but were listening right outside the door.
"Jeez, it sounds brutal in there." Enrique said, pressing his ear to the door.
"Like Spider-Man and Joker going into a Jamba Juice." Ben remarked.
"Oh, now it went silent." Johanna said, listening next to Enrique.
"Kill him, Moonwalker, kill him!" Diana said.
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"Look, I honestly don't know who the hell he's trying to go after, but for God's sake, it isn't me!" Spencer lied. "I have no idea who this man is!"
"If you didn't know him, why did you call him 'DeSalvo' when you saw him?" William defended.
'Shoot, why did I do that?' Spencer thought. "D'oh! Fine, there might've been a slight chance I knew his name, but nothing more!"
William sighed. He had no way of knowing if his son was telling the truth or not. "Fine, but can you at least explain what the hell happened out there with the M-16 and the Matrix guy and the people walking on walls?"
Spencer sighed. He had lots of explaining to do.
"Well, first, the 'Matrix' man. He's a former CIA agent." Spencer lied once again. Enrique actually learned that trick from their extensive Brotherhood training, but he wasn't about to go into that now and reveal their secret. "Their training is crazy."
William looked at him and thought about it. "Enrique's ex-CIA?"
"Oh, wow, you remembered him. Yeah, when I got into the FBI, he felt like giving back to the world, you know. But then he got shot in his left knee, and he couldn't work anymore." Spencer said.
Part of that was true. Enrique did get shot in the knee during one of their Brotherhood missions, but he just threw a bandage on it and did desk work for three weeks until his wound healed.
"Now, the people walkin' on walls." Spencer said. "It's one of the most crowning achievements of the CIA. I was the one who developed and made them. Enrique snuck them out for us when he left the agency."
He banged his fist against the sole of his left shoe. William heard a metal bang with each hit. "Magnets. I created magnets to stick to the metal pipes in the wall, so yeah, people walkin' on walls."
William looked shocked at him. "You...you made those?"
"Yeah, but it ain't one of my best ones. You should see my other crap."
William was about to speak again, but Enrique came bursting in through the door.
"Spence, you gotta check this out! Some idiot put some ad of Moonwalker Jackson up on the digital billboard down the street!"
"WHAT?!" Spencer yelled. He raced to the window in the office, pulled it up, stuck his head out the window and looked down the street. He saw a bit of the ad before it disappeared and was replaced by an ad for dog food.
"Dammit!" Spencer shouted while he slammed the window shut. He recognized that photo. It was from when he was doing his Thriller tour in New York and he took a photo for the papers. He was wearing that same suit that Michael Jackson wore for his Thriller album cover.
He turned to Enrique and tried to be as discreet about Moonwalker Jackson as he could, because of William Reid. "Shit, he isn't doing a show here...is he?"
Enrique shrugged. "Dunno."
Spencer suddenly had a realization, something that he should've asked Ben and them earlier. "Shit..." he said, walking out of the office past his dad and Enrique. William looked at Enrique in confusion. "Who the hell's Moonwalker Jackson?"
Enrique looked at him for five seconds in shock and utter relief, and answered with a simple, "Famous YouTuber." He was so glad and equally shocked that William didn't know who the other MJ was. When William walked out of the office past Enrique, he smiled and trailed behind. This was good news.
Very good news.