CHAPTER 16: CHASING GHOSTS, PART 5
No success is found in the search for Lars Rodriguez.
The task of finding just one man might seem simple enough at face value, but most certainly not easy. The fact that the hunting ground in which he could be found is a city with a population that has gone down to almost nil might make that search easier, but certainly not as easy at face value as one might think.
Twister Rodriguez has given his best effort in trying to find his delinquent brother, and comes back home now with empty hands. Unless the almost-empty bag of FunYums could count as a finding, but a bag of fried onion chips are definitely not the same as bringing a wanted criminal to justice, a fact which even Twister can understand.
Stepping up to the garage door of his house, he opted to re-enter his home by way of the unconventional entrance, finding the option of unlocking his front door and entering that way too much of an effort when he has already put out more than enough effort on his previously assigned quest.
What he seeks while inside is a beer and a couch, both of which he can indulge in to relax after his long search and he knows are waiting for him...
...but, when stepping in the garage, he is met by Sam and Reggie, who have before them something he was not expecting. The recovered hoverboard is not the only piece of technology and science that Sam is studying and working on, but there are also a few other skateboards with various electronic components and parts attached to them, crafted like some mad scientist's experiment.
Acting as his faithful assistant, like his own personal Igor to his Frankenstein, Sam calls out for help from Reggie to continue his work, and she provides.
"Wrench." Sam said.
Reggie then handed Sam a wrench, which he used to tighten a series of bolts. Finished with the tool's work, Sam handed it back, now demanding a...
"Arc welder." Sam said.
Handing the welder and a protective mask and gloves, Reggie stepped aside as Sam welded metal in place, removing his gear and handing the tool back for a...
"Soldering iron." Sam said.
Taking the hot wiring tool from Reggie, Sam melted wires to contact with each other, completing a circuit and providing functionality to his project.
Seemingly disregarded or not yet noticed by the duo, Twister watched the pair hard at work, uncertainly curious as to what the nature of their work was leading to. Regardless, the work itself is not his main focus, but rather what the work has been done on, keeping his focus on the cannibalized skateboards.
"Hey, guys. What are you doing with our skateboards?" Twister asked.
Turning to Twister's attention, Reggie found that she was not joined by Sam, who was still deep in concentration at his work. Lightly tapping his shoulder, she redirected his attention to his arrival, snapping him out of the deep flow state he was once in. Keeping a focus towards business and important affairs, Sam's greeting does not dispel with any pleasantries, instead requesting an immediate status update.
"Twister. Any success on the hospital front?" Sam asked.
"Nope. I checked every hospital still left in town, and a couple on the next one over. No sign of Lars. Funny thing, did you know that pharmacies aren't like hospitals at all? I just thought all those groceries they sell was for extra profits and stuff, like when they charge you 20 bucks for a Band-Aid." Twister said.
Never surprised but yet never shocked by Twister's inherent stupidity, Sam and Reggie looked at each other in disbelief, soon turning back to him.
"Er... Whatever. Otto isn't with you?" Sam said.
"Nope." Twister said.
"Must still be out searching, then."
"Or skating. For his sake, I hope not, or else I'm gonna kick his ass, then I'm gonna kick his ass again." Reggie said.
"But to answer your question, I'm applying some of the research I've done on the board so far and I'm trying to replicate it. I've gotten a few prototypes finished so far, about to test them out in a minute."
"And you ripped off the wheels to our boards and welded all that other shit on to make them?"
"Well, these things require a lot of tech to work. It'd be kind of hard to build these things without actually adding the components needed to make it work."
"You couldn't have asked us first?"
"You weren't here. Besides, you have, like, 20 skateboards, I doubt you guys were using all of them."
"Hey, what's with you, Squid? You're being kind of a dick right now."
"I'm just a little focused right now, okay? I've been working on this for a long time."
"He's kinda right, Sammy. You are sounding kind of mean." Reggie said.
"What? No, I'm not. This is how I always sound."
Reaching his hand to the counter, Sam took another sip of a Blue Buffalo energy drink, once again increasing his caffeine dosage.
"Uh, how many of those have you had, man?" Twister asked.
"Like... 17, I think? I don't know." Sam said.
"Have you seriously been drinking those since last night?"
"Yeah."
"When's the last time you slept?"
The question posed is one that made Sam stop in his tracks, pondering over the fact that he had not indeed not slept at all, giving a clearer context to his current attitude.
"Oh... I haven't slept at all, have I? Maybe I am getting a little too irritable. Sorry." Sam said.
While attempting to take another sip of his drink, Reggie grabbed the can and took it from him, preventing him from further exacerbating his sleep deprivation.
"I think maybe you've had enough of those for today, Sammy. It's starting to show." Reggie said.
Then, coming into the scene with great enthusiasm and cheer is Otto Rocket, skating into the garage and subsequently kicking down on his board to send it up, catching it as it came to him. Running up to the rest of the group, Otto came bearing news regarding his recent escapades and speaking it out with haste.
"You guys, you guys, you guys! Listen, the coolest shit ever just happened! So, I was out looking for Lars at Skatopia and ZGZ, spent hours looking around until-" Otto began to say.
He stopped himself short in his sentence upon seeing the hoverboards constructed by Sam, which completely stole his interest away from his original topic.
"What's all that?" Otto asked.
"As I was just explaining to Twister, before the one thing keeping me awake was taken from me, those are hoverboards that I made out of yours based on what I learned about the one hoverboard you got." Sam said.
Looking at the prototypes made so far, Otto spotted that one of the boards was made out of a board he had personal favoritism to, invoking rage out from him.
"Squid! You trashed my Alva board to make your science project?!" Otto shouted.
"I just picked whatever out of the pile, that one looked wide enough to hold all the parts I needed." Sam said.
"That was a vintage! I paid 300 bucks for that! What the fuck?!"
"Go easy on Sammy, Otto. He's already grumpy and tired enough from working on this stuff all night. I told him it was okay to gut the boards." Reggie said.
"It fuckin' figures you're the one who got my Alva board ruined. Why the fuck did you have to get involved in this shit, again?!"
"I came her to make you apologize to dad, and somehow I end up having to clean your disgusting pigsty of a house. That's the only thing I shouldn't have gotten involved in. And how do you have 300 dollars to spend on a skateboard when you've got tons, and not have enough to afford basic necessities?"
"I skate for money on NewTube. You gotta spend money to make money."
"And you couldn't have done that with literally any other board you already have? God, it's no wonder you don't have your shit together."
"Yeah? Well, jokes on you, bitch, I have a spot lined up for me on ZGZ's sponsored team. How do you like them apples?"
"As if I-"
Catching the sudden realization of Otto's statement, Reggie revised her next sentence to inquire the new information he gave.
"Wait a minute. What do you mean, you got a spot on Zero Gravity Zone's sponsored team?" Reggie asked.
"I didn't get it yet. But I am lined up to get it soon. That's what I came to talk to you guys about, I just need to hang with these guys a little longer." Otto said.
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, Otto. Let's back up for just a second. Tell me exactly what you did as you left this house, and give me every minute detail. I need to know what happened and how."
"That's what I was about to tell you before I saw my favorite board stripped and raped by the Squid, which I still haven't forgiven him for."
"Forget about the board!"
"Fine, fine. Okay, so, basically, I left to go search for Lars. I started by heading to Skatopia, since it was on the way to ZGZ."
"Why the hell did you go there?"
"I figured if Lars wanted to go skating, maybe he would've tried there first so he wouldn't be associated with ZGZ, to try to cover up the whole conspiracy he's part of with them. I mean, if I was working for the CIA and I was trying to topple a foreign government, the last place you'd find me is the American embassy, right?"
"Oh, wow, that's great thinking, Otto- Oh, wait, no, that's stupid thinking. Nobody else knows about what's going on with him and Zero Gravity Zone except us, and keeping him there would be there best bet to keep him out of sight. Not to mention... HE'S NOT GOING SKATING WHILE MISSING A FUCKING ARM!"
"Okay, I got it. He wasn't even there, anyway. And the park still sucks as bad as it did when it opened. So I bugged and went to ZGZ, got myself an annual pass-"
"Ugh. The one thing I told you not to buy."
"Well, hey, if I didn't find him that time, then I'd have to check in again on another day, so I figured that an annual pass might help."
"Uh-huh. Sure. You really are good at coming up with lame excuses for everything, aren't you?"
"Do you wanna hear my fucking story or not?"
Reggie crossed her arms with a sigh, choosing to remain silent and allow Otto to finish.
"Right. So, anyway, I asked around for Lars, got into this accident with this asshole, then he came back with his buddies and tried to fuck me up. Then, these four other guys jumped in and saved my ass. They told me that they're the sponsored team for ZGZ, and they invited me along to skate with them some. Turns out, they're huge fans of my NewTube channel, and they invited me to some big party going on at ZGZ later tonight. I was just stopping by to give you guys an update." Otto said.
Seeing Otto go silent with no other additions after sharing his story, Reggie finally spoke up again, continuing to keep her arms crossed and her face sour.
"Uh-huh. Sammy, would you like to explain to Otto why he's a complete idiot for doing what he just did?" Reggie asked.
Reggie's response from Sam was not any coherent sentence nor even a willing response, but instead a loud snore. Her hearing of his snore was supplemented by the sight of his body fast asleep, no longer consciously aware of the situation at hand, a result brought about by the end of his caffeine supply.
Taking the half-empty can of Blue Buffalo that she confiscated from him earlier, she poured it on his head, rudely awakening him with a splash of fluids on his head.
"Uh? What? What?" Sam muttered.
"Sammy. Otto went to Zero Gravity Zone and got himself caught up with their sponsored team, who he managed to make friends with and is getting a spot on their team. Would you like to explain to him why he's a fucking moron, or should I?" Reggie asked.
Sam opened his mouth to fulfill Reggie's request, but then closed it in contemplation, thinking over the new facts presented to him.
"Wait... Why is that a bad thing that he got in with their team?" Sam asked.
"Uh, oh, I don't know, maybe it's because they're the BAD GUYS and they're trying to DESTROY OCEAN SHORES?! Hasn't it occurred to you that these guys could be the same people Otto fought, and they're stroking his ego just so they can get him to lower their guard against them?" Reggie shouted.
"But why would they try anything against me? They said they're fans, we were all talking for a long time. These guys sound really cool." Otto said.
"Thank you for proving my point. Sammy, does this really sound like a situation in which helps us in any way, shape or form?"
"Actually, yeah, it does. They're trying to get his trust right now, and they're not trying to kill him. If they were, they would've done that already. They must be including him in their group for a reason." Sam said.
"To get more information on us, probably. Try to find out what we know."
"But what if we could use this connection to find out what they know?"
Reggie then stopped in thought, now beginning to understand Sam's line of reasoning.
"Wait... You're saying we make Otto a double-agent for these guys... while they try to make him a double-agent?" Reggie asked.
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm suggesting." Sam said.
"But why? We're supposed to be trying to take these guys down and proving that they're trying to terrorize Ocean Shores."
"And what better way to do that than to catch them in the act? And what better way to do that than to have him in on it, where he can personally witness it in the act and get us definite proof?"
Reggie once again stopped to think over the proposal, staying silent in contemplation as she began to consider the proposal.
"I still don't know. It's a solid plan, but... What if something happens to Otto? What if these guys really do have some bad plan for him?" Reggie asked.
As the argument carried on, filibustering away from the main topic of Otto's new position with the team of suspect skaters, a new entry of Tito Makani prepared to add himself to the group, heading to the door to the garage from the house. Having done a large amount of work on the house, attempting to clean it up as much as he could, his appetite has risen greatly with the effort, his body calling for more calories as fuel.
"Ah... A hard day's work always gets me hungry. Wish I was working at the Shore Shack today, coulda had me a couple of burgers and some fries, and I wouldn't have to deal with all this mess. Oh, well. Ancient Hawaiian saying: When in doubt, order pizza. Let's ask the cuzes if any of them are getting-" Tito thought aloud.
"Oh, since when are you the 'caring big sister' all of a sudden? Spare me the act, I don't need your fake concern." Otto said.
"I do care about you, believe it or not. Even if you are a total shithead, you're still my brother." Reggie said.
"Funny way of showing it by constantly fighting with me."
Making dinner plans for himself and the group, Tito's thoughts were put to a stop as he overheard the commotion going on in the garage, hearing another loud argument taking place behind the door, hearing Otto and Reggie's voices as the loudest. His first instinct is to walk in and attempt to make peace between the battling siblings...
...but there is enough trust in them he has to allow them to work out their issues on their own. Holding himself back, he instead leaned on the door, listening to the argument in the hopes that it would come to a conclusion without any need for his effort or interference.
Back in the garage...
"I fight with you out of love. Okay, mostly frustration, but with some love pinched in there. What, you don't buy that? Okay, how about this: If your ass gets killed, then dad is gonna be totally heartbroken, and I have to deal with it. So I have to look out for you for my own self-interests. There. That a more believable story for you?" Reggie asked.
"As if he would really give a shit if I got myself killed. I wouldn't care if the old man croaked at all." Otto said.
The group present all looked at Otto with dirty gazes in response to his comment; even when used to his many crass comments and abrasive attitude, the callous attitude towards his own father's mortality is a line that none can bear to see crossed, and makes them all go silent.
Tito is among those who hears the horrible words, and he keeps his mouth silent save for a distressed gasp.
"Otto... You have no idea how badly I want to strangle your ungrateful ass with your own nutsack right now. But I'm trying, really trying to prove a point, so I'm going to refrain from that." Reggie said.
"What, you seriously think he actually cares? He literally threw me out of his house." Otto said.
"Because you were being an unbearable fuckhead!"
"Because he was being the same overbearing prick that can't leave me the fuck alone! It's the same bullshit I had to hear all the time when I still lived with him! He thinks that I'm a total loser! He can't go two sentences without shoving down my throat about how much he doesn't like me for who I am! Does that sound like a guy who'll actually care if I got killed? If anything, he might get a little relief knowing that his deadbeat son's finally out of his life."
Unable to effectively reason with Otto regarding his beliefs about their father, Reggie planted her head into her temples, rubbing them in an attempt to relieve herself of the splitting headache she received from attempting to argue with him. Likewise, the rest of the group stayed silent, none daring to argue further with Otto.
And from behind the door to the house, Tito removed himself from his eavesdropping position, somberly walking away with a disappointed sigh.
And the large appetite a man his size was known for is now nowhere to be found.
Unaware of his partial presence or departure, the group soon got itself focused back on the more important matters at hand, with Sam taking the lead.
"Look, guys. Let's just put away all this family angst for now, and try to focus back on the main problem. Otto, you're getting close to these guys, and you might be able to infiltrate them and get in closer, learn about what their plan is and how we can catch them. What exactly do you need to do to get in their group?" Sam asked.
"I don't know yet. But I told you that they want me in on some party they're having at ZGZ, something exclusive or something, I don't know, that sounds like a big step in the right direction." Otto said.
"Okay. So you stick to these guys like glue, see what else you can find out, and try to get yourself in on their plans, get more concrete proof."
"And get my brother involved in organized crime. Great idea, Sammy." Reggie snarked.
"It's the only idea we've got right now. And if we're gonna have any shot at saving Ocean Shores, it'll have to be this. Believe me, I don't like having to wait for something bad to happen, either, but we can't catch them in the act unless they're actually in the act, and the position that Otto's in is the best we can ask for to do that."
Reggie once again simmered in her anger, folding her arms and looking away, where Otto took her anger with a sense of victory as he was proven right.
"Alright. So I go to a party tonight, and I manage to stop the bad guys. Sounds pretty good to me." Otto said.
"You guys invited him to a fuckin' party?! What kind of bullshit is that?!" Lars whined.
In the VIP section of Zero Gravity Zone, the news of Otto is in the process of being brought into the fold of the park's team, doubling as Alex Gravity's demolition crew, has been compounded with the recent information that Otto has been invited to a party that he cannot attend. Alex Gravity himself and his team, called the Rippers, are who he currently addresses.
The most delinquent member of the team, and recently given a new robotic arm to replace his last, and not having anything more constructive to do with his time, he took his energy to be expelled on a makeshift firing range, practicing his skills with the weapons in his newly acquired robotic arm.
But in the midst of mowing down numerous target dummies with a hailstorm of bullets, bombs, and flames, Lars' fun moments of mayhem were brought to an angry stop with the arrival of Alex Gravity and the Rippers, who come to inform him of the aforementioned development, which he has given his displeased reply to.
Keeping up with his whiny and obnoxious personality, Lars' shirt had on it a photograph of a pair of half-naked women in chains and leashes, and the leashes in the hands of a dragon with a large, raging erection. The text accompanied with the obscene photograph was the equally offensive caption parodying the famous Dungeons and Dragons game, reading: 'RAPE DUNGEONS AND BAD DRAGONS'.
"I mean just like I say. Otto's in, you're out." Alex Gravity said.
"Yo, man, what the fuck?! You just got me on the team, and got me this cool-ass arm, and you throw me off right away? What kind of fucked shit is that?!" Lars shouted.
"I didn't say 'off the team', genius. All I'm saying is I can't have you in the party tonight."
"Why the fuck not?!"
"Because I need Otto on the team, too, and I don't think he's going to come running into our arms once he knows your on the team, too. I want him on our side, and I don't want to give him a reason to be hostile to us."
"Why the fuck should I give him that impression?"
"Besides the long history you two have had for each other, as you've told me in great and explicit length? Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you two fought not the previous night you think could pose a problem?"
"Well, maybe, but it got me my new arm, and I can shoot shit all I want, and I cum a whole lot more when I jerk off with this arm now, like nothing I've ever felt before. The turbo mode's especially fun. So I'm not too mad anymore about that. I might be kind enough to let him have a go with this thing."
Alex Gravity quietly stared at Lars in disbelief following his statement, with the Rippers quietly snickering in the background.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Lars asked.
"So, for all the homophobia you like to spit out, you're more than willing to jerk off another man?" Dax asked.
"Hey, man, it's not gay if I'm not directly touching his dick. It's the robot arm." Lars reasoned.
"Whatever. You're still not allowed at the party tonight. I have another task for you tonight." Alex Gravity said.
"Oh, yeah? What you got for me?"
"Well, you're obviously having fun with your new arm, in more ways than I'd like to know, I might add, aren't you interested in actually using it to do what you were given it for?"
"You mean, I get to blow some shit up with it?"
"Yes, you do."
"Sweet. Do I get to kill some people, too?"
"Not that, I'm afraid. Our goal is not to create casualties."
"Why not? I can shoot super-accurate with this thing, and I haven't even gone through half the dummies to learn how. Not to mention the chainsaw, ooh, I'm just itching to re-enact some of my favorite horror movies with this thing."
"Because that gets in the way of my plans. I want businesses gone, not bodies to pile up. A death always leads to more law enforcement involvement, and it always leads a trail right back up to the top. If you have to look to movies for a basic understanding of this concept, may I suggest literally any film noir or detective movie, like perhaps Seven or Kiss Me Deadly?"
"Spare me the Blockbuster recommendations, I'll just ignore them anyway. But how's a few dead people more newsworthy than exploding fucking buildings? Kind of sounds like a bigger, noisier deal to me."
"They are indeed noisier and bigger, but they don't attract the same kind of attention. Buildings and businesses don't have families that start breathing down the backs of the police to find out what happened. They don't have people demanding justice on their behalf. Business is like a tough biker bitch. Doesn't matter where it is, it always finds a way to survive if it's touch enough... but, here, in Ocean Shores, they're not so tough anymore. They money's all dried up and gone. Opportunities and future are nil. People want to leave, but they've got their livelihoods still keeping them here with their jobs and their businesses. We get rid of that, we get rid of the last thing keeping them here. They move out of the city, they set up shop somewhere else, and they have a better chance than out here. That's our goal."
"But why?"
"Do you really care, or do you just wanna blow shit up?"
"Yes, I want to blow shit up."
"Good boy. Now, that leaves a couple more matters to attend to. First. the board you lost. I have reason to believe that Otto has it."
"Otto's got it, huh? Guess we'll have to get it back from him real soon, huh?"
"Not quite, we're letting him have it."
"What?! What the hell is up with you, man? First, you want the Rocket Dork on our side, now you give him my board? Do you just hate me or something?"
"I'm starting to, but that's not why I let him have your board. After you two crashed, I have good reason to believe that the Plutonium core destabilized, and makes that particular board very, very, dangerous if it's in the wrong hands."
"How dangerous are we talking here?"
"As in 'nuclear bomb' kind of dangerous."
"Wait... It turned into a nuke? So, then, why are you letting him have it? Wouldn't it blowing up in our faces kind of, you know, ruin your whole plan or something?"
"It would, but that's been accounted for. The boards were designed with their own failsafes in order to ensure that doesn't happen. Nonetheless, I don't like even the 1% chance of a nuclear holocaust on our hands, so that's all the more reason we need to gain Otto's trust and get that board back."
"Yet another reason you won't let me in the party, and I can't get any pussy out of it. Don't remind me again. So what's number two?"
Alex Gravity snapped his fingers in response, prompting the Rippers to bring in a large carrying case, taking it and presenting it to Lars. Unsure of what plans Alex Gravity had in store for him, Lars looked to the case with skepticism, withholding his hand from opening it.
"Well, open it. Don't you like opening your Christmas presents early?" Alex Gravity asked.
Opening the case as ordered, Lars's uncertainty turned to a smile as the contents inside were revealed to him. Inside the case was found to be another hoverboard, this one appearing to be an advanced version of the model he used, sporting a far more sleek design and build.
"Since Otto took your board, you're going to need a new one." Alex Gravity said.
"So, the Rocket Dork rips my arm off, and you give me a cool-ass robot arm with weapons. He takes my new hoverboard, and you give me a cooler, more badass-looking one. What next, if he cuts my cock off, are you gonna give me a big, black one? I always wanted to have my own BBC." Lars said.
"This board happens to be experimental, so you get to be our guinea pig for this new toy. It has stronger boosters, giving you more speed, as well as a new addition called a Harrier jet feature."
"A Harrier jet feature? The fuck is that?"
"It lets you hover in one spot like a Harrier jet, hence the name. Until you switch it to traditional board mode, to which then you can skate like normal again."
Eager to try his new piece of equipment, Lars hopped on the board and began to skate around the lounge. After trying out the speed, finding it to be far faster than his past piece of equipment, he quickly became satisfied with the new board, already forgetting what he lost in an instant in favor of what he had now.
Moving onto the half-pipe to try out its next features, he began performing several tricks with each launch off the half-pipe, just as he once did with his introduction to the Rippers and his first use of a hoverboard. His tricks are still just as impressive as when he tried them once before, yet another testament to his skating skills...
...but the skill no longer became the primary source of amazement, for when Lars switched on the Harrier feature to the board after one last jump, he began to float in the air, suspended by a set of small jets keeping him stationary off the ground. Impressed with his new board and its new features, Lars stepped off the board and purposely fell off, catching himself on the edge to show off.
Satisfied with his new board, Lars climbed back up and mounted the board again, deactivating the feature and hovering back to the ground once again.
"Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo, now this is what I call a board, ese." Lars said.
"Having fun?" Alex Gravity asked.
"Hell, yeah, man. I like it already."
"Good. That is, of course, one of the most important parameters of this little mission. That's to make sure these boards are fun. So far, you've more than sufficiently proved their worth."
"You know, I'm not one to look a gift whore in the mouth-"
"Horse."
"Huh?"
"Gift horse is the saying. Not gift whore."
"Who the fuck wants a horse for a gift? I want a fuckin' whore instead. Only idiots like the Trojans want horses, and look what that shit got 'em."
"Somehow, I feel like you're not talking about their battle with the Romans."
"No, not that nerdy shit. The rubbers. Shit broke on me. Nothing a coat hanger couldn't fix. Anyway, I gotta ask: Why do you keep giving me more fancier shit after I lose the last ones?"
"Because I know talent when I see it, and I know when to take risks. I'm a millionaire for a reason, I don't get to where I am because I follow the rules too closely, or not closely enough. I maintain just the right balance between chaos and order. I'm a captain of industry."
"Shit, whatever. Still wish I knew what your whole grand plan and shit is."
"You don't need to know what my plan is. You just need to know how to take orders and how to like it. Speaking of which, now that you've got the right tools for the job, allow me to give you a little briefing on your mission."
"Yeah, yeah, we all go and blow some shit up, just like last time, but with no Otto. So, what're we blowing up now?"
"Not 'we'. Just you. You'll be having all the fun tonight. No adult supervision for you."
Delighted to hear the chance to let loose and be more violent than he could get away with in most scenarios, Lars's smile grew even larger and more devilish.
"Hot damn. Really?" Lars asked.
"Really. All those weapons, all for you to use on your next target. But no killing, of course." Alex Gravity said.
"No killing."
"Good boy. I'll give you the rundown of what I want hit next, and when I want it hit."
"And what about the rest of the boys?"
Alex Gravity looked to the Rippers as Lars did, who greeted them back with confident smiles and stances.
"Their goal is to indoctrinate Otto. They're his new best friends now. From now on, they're his family." Alex Gravity said.