Chapter 126, Japan Arc, Trouble in Tokyo part 7, Guns and whips

Previously

Sho thrust his palms out to straighten his fingers out before bringing his hands back in, with a shuffle of his feet Sho took up a variation of the mantis stance. "I am far from done, so best be ready!" He warned with a menacing stare.

The Two Teens tensed themselves up for another round with the Martial Artist of an assistant.

-Now-

Wayne and Touya

Touya took the initiative of the fight by stabbing his stiffened hand out towards Wayne that sent a pressurized pocket of air towards him, the logistics commander took using his teleportation ability to dodge the attack while Touya brought out one of his customized Colt revolvers to begin covering Wayne by shooting off stun bullet at the assistant. Touya brought his hand down on the hammer of the revolver while holding the trigger to shoot off consecutive six shots, in response to the shots Sho made quick work of the incoming bullets by deftly deflecting them with the precision and speed of his hands.

Wayne teleported behind Sho with an activated electrical whip in hand to attack the assistant's arm in an attempt to disable the man, but with quick awareness Sho turn swiftly around to catch the offending whip in hand. The assistant's face barely flinched as the electricity zapped into his hand and body with some minor convulsions of muscles in his arm and hand, Wayne's firm grip on his weapon had him be tossed aside as Sho used his side of the whip to throw him off.

Leaping up above Sho, Touya had taken out his modified M1911 to shoot at the assistant with blinding rounds that would explode on impact and irritate the eyes and orifices. Sho brought his hands up to begin deflecting the bullets, only to receive one stray bullet on his torso that splashed with a puff of red pepper dust. Touya landed over behind Sho, but had to dodge a grab at him from the assistant as Sho came out of the red cloud of pepper dust with red irritated skin and bloodshot wide eyes.

Wayne, pressing the advantage of Sho's current state, teleported beside him with his whip aimed for the assistant's outstretched arm. In a feat of speed and swiftness, Sho withdrew his arm and appeared in front of Wayne in a burst of speed with a harsh stab of his fingers into the Teen's stomach. Wayne instinctively made to turn with the attack, with Sho's stab ending up causing less damage than it would have. The half Vampire teen disappeared once again with his teleportation while Sho's bloodshot eyes peered through his glasses at Touya, the teen in question had his Revolver back out to shoot his taser bullets at the assistant in a quick six fire succession. Sho's fingers jolted in numbness as the bullets he tried to deflect had exploded into electrical pulses, the assistant barely let out a gasp of pain but simply shook his fingers with an annoyed look at Touya.

Wayne had to take several gulps of air from teleporting so many times in quick succession, he had more within his repertoire to use against Sho but the assistant had him question if the man was able to deflect even thrown objects or discern illusions Wayne was able to cast on others.

An alarm from Sho's wristwatch brought the assistant out of his combative demeanor, prompting the other teens to look at the man in puzzlement. Sho brought his arm up to glance at his watch and frowned, "Oh dear, I'm afraid our scuffle must end, Mister Miyake will be expecting me to drive him back." He graciously apologized before fixing up his glasses and hair before leaving.

Wayne looked over at Touya with a questioning look, who only offered a shrug in return. "Most Japanese Adult Villains take their schedules and businesses seriously." Touya explained offhandedly.

"In English please!" William asked politely as he trudged his way over around the buildings to meet back with the others, Wayne gave William a critical look as the commander was nursing a limp arm. "Anyone know how to set arms back in place?" William asked the two with a nervous look.

Touya gave William a nod, "A teen of ours of medic division should be able to help." He offered William.

Wayne released a tired sigh, "I believe we should call it for tonight though, but after we tend to that arm." He looked pointedly at William's dislocated shoulder.

"This is going to suck." William responded with a grimace.


Later that night

With most modes of public transportation closed after midnight, most of the teens opted for their own mode of transportation. Using a retrofitted 2x4 tech built Helicopter bus, Touya had his fellow teens gather up the wounded and fly back to the Homebase of Tokyo.

William ended up needing a sling for his arm after their resident medical staffer popped the shoulder back into place, Fuji somehow came out unscathed from out of all that fight, Wayne recovered just fine from his exhaustion, and Touya fared just fine.

The two teens from America had taken the helicopter bus to fly to their hotel, taking the rooftop helipad to use before giving their thanks to the pilot as the vehicle began take off back to base

Currently As the Teens walked through the hallways to reach their rooms, they were in the midst of going over a few things.

Wayne gave William a sideways look. "I can not fathom why the president of the Miyake company told you to meet him tomorrow at 3." He remarked with trepidation

William gave a shrug, "Personal order for high quality hand made ties?" He jested with amusement.

Wayne let out an exhausted sigh out, "Be serious Will, for all we know, it's just another timeslot the man set up to finish the fight he had with you." He pointed out.

"...You think the guy just wants to give out some pointers for fighting?" William surmised in thought.

Idly scratching his chin, "Well…it…I can't say for sure, Miyaki Gin is supposed to be a Villain." Wayne remarked with a thoughtful look. "Why would an adult Villain want to give his enemies an advantage?" Wayne exclaimed with criticism.

William let out a sound of thought. "The guy seems more focused on business and critical on how others perform."

"Why even go to the supposed scheduled meeting, it's not like you have an obligation to go." Wayne said back to William as they reached the hallway leading to their rooms.

William offered a simple shrug, "It seems rude in all honesty, and I am a tad curious what the president of the Miyake company wants from me to have a meeting." He responded to Wayne.

Wayne shook his head, "I unfortunately need to head back home tomorrow, but you still have Touya and the others to help you." Wayne responded with a tired yawn afterwards.

The two Teens eventually reached their doors, one of which opened with a tired looking Giselle. "I thought I heard your voices." She grumpily stated with a pointed look at William who merely shrugged with his one good shoulder. Giselle's eyes widened a bit, "My word, what is it with you and getting injured?" She asked accusingly.

Wayne gave Giselle a look, "Like you are in any room to speak." He criticized her.

William walked past her with a yawn before adding in his own tidbit. "It comes with the territory of this occupation, in my opinion." He answered with a jesting tone, before collapsing on one of the two beds in the room.

Giselle gave a look of questioning to Wayne, who simply offered a shrug of his own before she shut the door.

"Would you please take a shower before you dirty your sheets?" Giselle's voice echoed out through the door, leaving Wayne to chuckle to himself before heading to his room.

"Why bother, this isn't my bed, and I'm too tired!" William did not childishly whine in response.

An indignant stomp sounded out, "Shower. Now!" Giselle hissed through her teeth.

"Naaaahh!" William groaned in disdain as the sound of him sliding off his bed could be heard. "Fine!"


Chapter 127, A trade deal and bacon grease

Next day

-William's POV-

The 'meeting' Miyake Gin had appointed for some odd reason was met with less hostility, and more of a business atmosphere. Touya was generous enough to accompany the three p.m. meeting the president had told me of, I was met with much protest but in the end I had opted to go and see to indulge my curiosity. With Touya acting as my translator for the meeting, the appointment went rather…well in all honesty. Adult Villainy aside, Miyake Gin had his priorities in business more.

Gin's interest in the hand-made non-sentient ties, the president of the Miyake company did enough digging to find the original source of the ties. I wasn't business savvy enough to grab a good trade deal, thus I had to call up Wayne who had somehow made it back home in such a short amount of time.

Gonna have to ask him if whatever he uses can be built for the Rebellion to use, but I have a slight hunch the Cartel might want to keep whatever he uses under wraps…for now.

Using the new speaker addition to the C.a.v.e I had, we were able to hash out a reasonable trade agreement that would benefit both parties. The Teens Rebellion would recover for the fiscal year from the trade deal, President Miyake Gin would be at the top of the list for selling the ties for him to choose and buy from for his company, and another business would no longer force those tie snakes onto their employees.

Feh, selling to an adult Villain, then again, the man has his priorities, and Villainy definitely doesn't seem like the top of his list of activities. I can kinda respect that…maybe.

With the meeting over and the trip finished, it was time to leave for home. It was quite interesting to see Kuki had an elder brother, dude has that syndrome of fantasizing his grandeur but the teen gets the jobs done.

One thing to think upon though, was who the third party was that came in last night at the harbor. Fuji was asked his side of the story, and by the end of it had me ask myself if the metal gear genre somehow got mixed into this world. Fuji describes the man as some enhanced merc of sorts with a red tinged blade. I am starting to believe the events leading up to my birth in this universe have caused a tsunami of a ripple effect.

What's next, Senator Alex Safely isn't a parody of Bolivar Trask, but of Senator Steven Armstrong?...Universe, please don't jinx me, I'm just rambling here! Come on, it was just a joke! …please?

Next you'll be telling me Cree is taking the newly recruited Maurice for a crash course on espionage in her division, and said crash course is somehow taking place on an oil cleanup rig reminiscent of the Metal Gear Solid 2 game. Come on, there's no way that'd happen as a spoof.

Enough self inner rambling, need to take a snooze for the trip back home to compensate for the jetlag.


Returning to Third POV

Meanwhile at the Gulf of Mexico

Holding a conversation with Cree on his newly issued C.A.V.E. A device issued with more functionality than the civilian issued ones, Maurice was going over his first operation for the Rebellion.

On Cree's end, he could see her filing through a few papers by the sound of it. "Hey, why do you still use paper if you have all that technology at hand?" He asked her.

Cree looked up at Maurice through her device with a smirk, "You can't hack your way into papers, can never be too careful." She responded back.

Maurice let out a sound of understanding, "So any reason you're having me infiltrate a grease drilling rig of all places?" He asked in confusion.

"Bacon grease to be precise, your mission is to slip in and find evidence of a newly made BattleMech built by adult Villains." Cree informed him as she settled her eyes on a specific piece of paper, "The Rebellion has aerial footage detailing hours on end of work around the rig, expanding it and bringing in tons of materials." Cree began explaining to Maurice.

Cree dialed in a few things on her device before an image popped up on Maurice's c.a.v.e, it detailed a stocky built man with slightly greying hair. The man's skin was slightly tan and greasy, what he wore made him look like he was preparing for heavy combat.

"The head honcho there goes by the name of Oilus Komodo, president of the Porky company." Cree added in as she continued to read off from her paper, "His company is practically the lead distributor of pork related goods for America."

Maurice furrowed his brows in confusion, "But I can't see why or how he'd bother with adult Villainy." He remarked

Cree shook her head before leafing to another paper, "Our intel suggests otherwise, we traced his money trails, many trails have led to companies that are developing their own versions of BattleMechs."

Maurice let out a snort of amusement, "You know, it was all fun and games when the KND and the Rebellion had an arms race to develop better mechs, but now the world has to deal with this." He remarked in dark amusement.

"Eventually there'll be a day when BattleMechs become obsolete." Cree mused with a pondering look

Maurice rolled his eyes in amusement, "Yeah, right, a weapon to surpass a BattleMech." He jested.

"Getting back on topic." Cree said while she leafed through her papers once more, "Once you successfully infiltrate the rig, you'll be on your own with radio silence put into effect."

Maurice frowned at the fact. "What if I need to make a hasty exit?" He asked worriedly.

Cree offered him a smile, "Don't worry, we have forces on standby should things go awry, all you need to do is take photo evidence that Oilus is developing new BattleMechs for Villains." She informed Maurice with an easygoing tone.

"Right, crash course in espionage." Maurice mused with a grin, "Maurice out-" was all he said before the call ended.


-Bacon grease drilling rig-

Emerging from out of the water, a single person sub broke through the surface of the ocean right by a column of metal, one of many that held the Facility high above the waters. The hatch at the top slowly opened, emerging from out of the sub was Maurice in a combat wetsuit.

Looking around to check his surroundings, Maurice breathed a sigh of relief he hadn't been detected yet. "Operation Bacon fat is a go." He whispered to himself.


Chapter 128, It all eventually comes to a boiling point

Bacon grease drilling rig

With the drilling rig so spacious and enough thick and sturdy pipes running along near the ceiling, Maurice stuck to staying up above the ongoing patrols of workers walking along the areas he snuck through.

Two patrolmen in particular, carrying weaponized hot grease pressurized guns, passed by each other right under Maurice as he was coming up to a four way section leading to other areas, one of the two men stopped in place to face the other man. "Hey, Jim, you know what's on for dinner?" The worker asked in a gruffed tone.

'Jim' turned to face the man that asked him the question, "Oh hey Bob, nah." Jim shrugged, "Not a clue, but rumor has it the big cheese brought in his personal chef."

"Wait, you mean-"

"Yeah, Jean Bon"

Bob let a chuckle escape his lips, "Isn't that name supposed to mean Ham in some other language?" He asked.

Jim shrugged, "Eh, probably. By the way, what do you think of that new scrawny scientist?"

"What, the narcissistic RedHead teenager with purple gloves?" Bob asked with a snarky tone.

"Heh, already met the scrawny teen?" Jim asked his fellow patrolman.

Bob shook his head, "The kid needs meat on his bones and some sunlight if you are asking me." He commented before heading off, "Later Jim."

"Later Bob."

Up in the darkness above the sprawling pipes, Maurice made a look of interest before continuing on to reach the hanger bay of the drilling rig. He had some info to bring back, especially with what he had heard had been recorded with his c.a.v.e device for further proof. Maurice highly doubted a bacon grease drilling rig needed a scientist to assist whatever was done on this sort of rig, but that's just him without prior knowledge of what's really needed to run the place.


Hanger bay

Oilus paced along the catwalk that bridged right in front of the finished BattleMech, coming to a stop he face the mech at the center. "A BattleMech to surpass all battle mechs." He mused to himself.

Set set of footsteps headed his way on the catwalk, prompting the man to glance over to see his new hire on projects Pork and Beef. Dexter O'Reilly, a down on his luck teenager before he picked him up. Oilus never did like the overreaching Senate of America imposed on children and Teens, hell, they even had the audacity to try and tax him to hell to fill their coffers if he didn't play ball for them.

Oilus could play ball better though, his company was America's top producer of Pork and Methane Gas. With a good amount of threats and bluffs, the Children hating Senate backed off in their attempts of taxing him into bankruptcy. What Oilus did not like however, was the black ops sabotage attempts upon his company, the numerous fed raids on his farming grounds, hijacked and stolen equipment and goods to and from his company buildings. You can only poke the bear until the fucking bear mauls the shit out that shitstain of a-

Oilus blinked as the Teen scientist coughed into his fist to bring him out of his anger induced thoughts and brooding. "Sir, Um-" the teen scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, "Did I come at the right time?" He asked in a slight accent Oilus couldn't put a thumb on.

The president of the Porky Company simply shook his head, "No, I was just going over some thoughts in my head, chief of which is that Senate you and I share a dislike for." He smirked at the end.

Dexter released an aggravated growl, "Sitoooopid government senate!" The young teens let out a string of curses, "I was this close." Dexter pinched his thumb and index finger to near touching, "This close to limitless and free energy. Next thing I Know, my family's home is raided by the Feds!" Dexter ranted more of all the asinine fake reasons his lab and home was confiscated.

Oilus let Dexter ranted a bit more before brung the teen down from his tirade. "How are you liking the accommodations by the way?" He asked idly with his arms crossed.

Dexter released a scoffed, "Nothing like my lab, but it'll do…you like the new BattleMech Spino here?" He asked afterwards with a puff of his chest in pride.

Oilus eyed the mech with some measure of appreciation, "Very, all the better it's complete now then the projected time given by those hack scientists." He mused in approval.

Dexter coughed into his gloved fist, "Now about that promise, is my family safe over with my mom's uncle in Ireland?" He asked warily.

"I managed to pulled a few strings, had help from Senator Safely to smuggle them out of America till it's safe." Oilus assure Dexter with a genuine smile.

Dexter poked his indexed fingers together in unease, "Would it be alright if I visited them now, you know, bow that project Raptor has finished?" He asked.

Oilus shrugged, "I'll get you a ride out first thing tomorrow, you'll still work for me though, right?" The man inquired of Dexter.

The redheaded teen smiled in return, "Hey, the money and favors you've given have helped immensely, can't just leave you like that with the debt unpaid for helping my family!" Dexter exclaimed in exuberance

The president of the Porky company gestured with his head for Dexter to get going, "Be off then, I need to settle matters on my end." Oilus told Dexter before the teen took his exit out of the Facility.


Far up above

Maurice shoved his c.a.v.e away after filming and capturing enough evidence of what was going on, he was not sure what to think of it all. The man seemed antagonistic towards the disreputable American Senate. Maurice however was not sure how a kid, now a teen, managed to fly under the Kid's Next Door's radar much less the Rebellion's.

Regardless now, Maurice needed to make his exit without leaving a trace of him being within the Bacon Grease Drilling Rig.

"You can come out of the shadows now to slippery snake!" Oilus barked out in an angry tone.

Maurice began to sweat believing he had been compromised, he silently gulped and wordlessly made his exit while eyeing the president of the porky company who had his back turned towards him.

Oilus turned around towards him, but did not look at him. Maurice began to panic, but steeled his nerves for an inevitable confrontation. With reflexes and dexterity beyond an average human's ability, Oilus brought out a gun from his jacket and aimed just right under Maurice. "Come out now, or feel your skin get boiled by super heated grease!"

Maurice was about to reveal himself when a figure leapt out from the shadows to land on the catwalk Oilus was on, Maurice held in his sigh of relief before shaking himself after realizing someone else was sneaking through the place.

The figure that had landed on the catwalk face Oilus with a ln actual blade in hand poised for a fight, "Another assassin." Oilus stated more than asked with amusement, before glaring heatedly at the person.

Without a word from the unknown infiltrator, Oilus caught the unknown man's arm in his attempt to stab the president of the Porky company. Oilus wordlessly and ruthlessly slapped aside the other arm of the infiltrator and decapitated the man with just his hand as it swiped at the neck.

Maurice's eyes widened in fear and bit back a gasp as blood erupted from the neck of the headless torso, Oilus tossed the dead body aside to the depths below before wiping some blood off his face. "Damn corrupt government." Oilus bitterly spat, before his eyes were brought straight up towards Maurice, "Get out of here kid, I don't kill teens, children, and civilians." He hollered out in a stern yelling tone.


With Oilus

Oilus heard the minute sound of the clitter clatter of a teen exiting the area, he surmised it was that Rebellion spying on him. Their infiltrators were too good compared to that Teen Ninja faction. Oilus almost didn't realize the teen was there, but the kid needed to work on his footsteps.

Looking at the newly engineered BattleMech, Oilus grinned in anticipation for his plans. This was just one of many depots engineering their BattleMechs, he would need to contact Alex to assure things were going smoothly. Operation Moses was a failure, what with the Ice Cream Men having stolen that one base and its battlemech.

Oilus took his exit to get a cleanup started on the catwalk, along with a order for a thorough comb of the place for sabotage and cameras.


Interlude, Backseat drivers, road rage, and the DMV

You think normal concerned parents are bad when they help you get your driver's permit/license, try living in the KND world with Benedict Uno as your dad. Oh, he's not bad per say, or the worse, but he can get up there on the list.


Pulling up at a stop light within an average car, "Brakes William!" Benedict told him just after his son eased on the brakes to stop.

William glanced over at Father, "Dad…I've read the booklet twenty times over, I've studied the entire street rules, could you please ease off the backseat driving!" He asks in an exasperated tone.

Benedict pointed to the right, "Turn right son when you're in the clear." He remarked, not listening to a word William spoke, "Be sure to look both ways."

Once the lights turned green, William made a sharp turn with a slight push on the gas pedal. "That applies to crossing the street as a pedestrian dad...maybe, but I do know you're supposed to check if any traffic is headed for your turn before proceeding, even then there's a whole chapter of turns and right aways!" William griped as the freeway came into view.

Benedict placed his hand over on William's shoulder, "Alright William, take a turn onto the highway but stop if the light turns red. STOP!" Benedict yelled as the car approached the streetlights of the four way with the on and off road for the highway, the traffic signals turned yellow just as the vehicle reached the lights.

William slammed onto the brakes at the sudden burst of outcry from his father, "Sheesh, dad, you can't do that! The light was yellow but I was still able to turn!"

As the light turned Red, Benedict glared out behind his car towards a vehicle behind them. "That car has been riding our tail…" Benedict proceeded to lean out his window after rolling it down. "STOP RIDING OUR ASS YOU MORON!" he yelled

A honked blared from the driver behind them, "THEN TELL WHOEVER'S THE DIPSHIT BY YOU TO STOP DRIVING LIKE YOUR GRANDMOTHER!" A man yelled from out his window, the man looked a bit plump but built too with a trucker cap on.

Benedict brought himself back into the car, "William, pull over." He grounded out

"Uh…dad-" William began to warn before hus father cut him off.

"Just do it!" Benedict demanded before William shrugged and pulled the car to the curb, before putting the car into park.

Benedict exited the vehicle with a slight slam of the door, William looked up at his rear view mirror to see the guy behind him had the same idea. William watched with morbid amusement as the two adults began bickering at each other.

William had the car set at rest but had the radio going to ease the boredom of just sitting there, but the next moment caused him to jerk in surprise as an explosion of fire erupted behind the vehicle he was in. William hastily looked up at his rearview mirror to see His father berating the other guy with his silhouette covering him and alight with fire, he raised an eyebrow at the other guy just giving no shits and yelled right back with a red face of anger.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, William settled himself in to wait for the adults to finish their argument…

William sighed as he turned off the car before exiting the vehicle.


Later

Benedict, sans his silhouette, sat in the passenger seat with a perturbed look on his face. "I had the situation under control William." He griped.

William glanced to the side before looking forward once more while driving, "Aren't you supposed to set a better example as an adult?" He pointed out.

Father grimaced, "But why did you have to jump kick the man's head?" He asked incredulously.

"Well, all the yelling wasn't getting nowhere for you." William chuckled with mirth.

Benedict glowered at his son, "Well, don't make it a habit, road rage isn't good…don't even start." He added the last part after thinking about his actions prior.

As William came to a stop light, he checked his situation before turning left once the green light lit up. Benedict was about to speak up before-

Father and son were stopped by their airbags as a vehicle hit them from behind.

As the bags began to deflate, William groaned and looked over at Father. "You alright-."

Benedict fretted over Williams For any injuries before exiting the vehicle, "Excuse me son, I need to deal with this." He responded while making his way to the other person outside.

"YOU BETTER HAVE INSURANCE YOU PIECE OF $$# OF A #%#%$, WHAT KIND OF #%#$##- "

William's eyes were wide open in shock as Father and the driver behind them began to get into a brawl, "He should have said-" William made a serious look and pointed over at an imaginary person, "You better have insurance, ass whooping insurance that is." He remarked with a smirk in a low tone of voice so his father couldn't hear him.


Next day

Exiting out from the DMV was an exhausted William with papers in hand hand a wallet carrying an extra item, coming out through doors behind him was Benedict with a sour face as he walked with his son back to his car.

"And I thought I was the Villain, they still haven't updated their systems." Benedict griped in anger.

William looked towards his father as they reached his vehicle, "Two. Fricking. Hours. Two hours dad…Why, just why!" He gritted out.

As the two entered the car, Benedict in particular slammed his door. "Understaffing, bureaucratic red tape, laws, too many reasons son." He answered while starting his car up.

After a few tries of starting the engine, Benedict glared at his dashboard. "What the, I just put gas in this car. Why…oh sh- I mean shoot!" He seethed at himself, "I left the fu- freaking car on idle!" He yelled at himself.

William brought out his civilian c.a.v.e phone, "Want me to call for help?" He asked.

Benedict sighed irritably, "It'll be another hour for an available Mechanic to swing by!"

"A friend of mine can get here in no time at all!" William suggest

"Give it a try, better than waiting hours on end!" Benedict griped.


Later on the way home

"Your friend was pretty fast and nice!" Benedict complimented with a relaxed posture as he drove his vehicle.

William smirked at his Father, "He's pretty good when it comes to cars and stuff."

Benedict chuckled warmly, "Better can be said than most adult mechanics around here, he should open up his own car repair business with better prices." He mused.

Making a shrug, William let out a sound of understanding. "He said he has plans on that, but he wants to try and get his GED first before getting the capital and paperwork ready to open his business."

"Good kid." Benedict commented


Chapter 129, Teens making an effort to hang out

Few Days later

Given what Maurice saw and managed to get enough evidence of what was going on at the Bacon Grease Drilling Rig, Cree gave him some time off to cope with the gruesome image Maurice was witness to. However, believing Maurice needed some fresh air after a few days holed up at his home for the weekend, William and the boys figured the teen could use some comradery and activity with his fellow teens.

Driving up to the roadside curb in front of Maurice's house, Harold parked his own modified van, with William in the passenger's seat and a few others sitting in the back. Chad leaned to the side to look between Harold and William, "Have anything in mind, you know, places to hit up?" He asked the two.

Harold looked over behind him at Chad with a smirk, "I figured we could swing by the arcade." He suggested.

Archie, who sat in the same row as Chad, grinned in excitement, "Och hell aye!"

William glanced down at his arm in a sling, "Not a bad idea." He remarked before looking over at the other two teens, "I think that new Neighborhood Zombie shooter game was recently bought and installed there." William mused.

Having been invited to join in with them by William, Raab sat in the far back. "Zombie shooter game?" He inquired.

Archie turned to look back at Raab in excitement, "Och hell. Ye'll loue th' arcade!" He raved.

Raab blinked in confusion at the cockney language, "Um…" he furrowed his brow in consternation to try and figure out the Teen's dialect.

Archie sighed frustratedly, "Is it sae solid fur a scotsman's dialect tae be understaun? What ah mean ta say, ye'll have a blast when we git to th' arcade!" He explained in his best effort to talk through his dialect.

Raab blinked with a nervous smile, "Oh, well…um"

Harold grinned at the info about the new game, "Nice, I've seen some advertisement about it in my video game monthly issue, the graphics and specs look awesome." He exclaimed in excitement.

Chad frowned in thought, "Wait, isn't that game rated M or something?" He asked in confusion.

William turned his head a bit and looked at Chad, "Chad." He remarked with a smirk, "You're forgetting who runs the arcade."

Chad furrowed his brow, "Actually, I never met the owner, who is he?"

Harold looked at Chad in astonishment, "Wow, you never met Norville Rogers?" he asked Chad in amusement. "That adult is one of the chillest guys around!"

"I think he prefers to be addressed as Shaggy." William added in with a smirk

Harold slapped him, "Oh right, wait doesn't he have a dog too?"

Chad looked at Maurice's house. "We're getting off track here, you wanna go ahead and get Maurice, Will?" He asked William.

"Sure." William responded before opening his door with his good arm to exit the car, "Be right back." He said as he shut the door to make his way to the front door of Maurice's home.

"So, a mon had his head chopped off by another mon wi' juist his hand?" Archie asked in amusement with effort put on his English Scottish accent.

Chad let a sigh out, "Archie please!" He groaned. "Try not to bring that up when Maurice is around!"

Harold smirked at Chad through his rearview mirror, "I think it's better he talks about it than just bottle it up."


Elsewhere, AdultVille Shopping Mall

Sitting at a table within the Food court of the mall, Cree along with Stacey and Nesco were relaxing in their casual clothes while slurping down their slushies. Cree figured it would be a good time as any for their resident Broccoli teen girl to get out, and hang with other girls her age. That and get a better wardrobe than the few clothes Nesco switched between, currently though the teen girl opted with a dark baggy forest green pair of pants with a black tank top. The Broccoli teen girl still wore her blindfold, leaving most passersby to believe he was blind.

Cree leaned to look at what Nesci was wearing as shoes, or not wearing as the girl walked barefoot through the place. "Girl, you ever thought of getting some shoes?" She asked Nesco.

Nesco stopped drinking from her slushy and looked towards Cree through her blindfold, and grinned in response. "Tried that, doesn't feel good for my feet."

Stacey gave Nesco a curious look, "Why, does bare feet help you with seeing?"

Waving Stacey off, Nesco scoffed. "Nah, I just never liked my feet getting cramped in that stuff." She then pointed at her blindfold. "I can see just fine though, the blindfold's fabric helps my Broccoli vision."

Cree looked at Nesco in confusion, "Broccoli vision?"

Nesco gave the other girls a grin, "Wanna see my eyes?" She asked teasingly.

Cree and Stacey looked towards each other and shrugged before looking back at Nesco. "Sure." They chorused.

"Jinx!" Cree smirked at Stacey

"Jinx!" Stacey grinned at Cree just a moment after.

"Hah! You owe me a pop!" Cree crowed in triumph at Stacey.

Stacey groaned at her loss, while Nesco smiled at the two's antics. "Bear witness to the price of staring at the Abyssal Broccoli ocean!" She exclaimed after the other two teens focused their attention back on her. With a lift of her blindfold, Nesco showed to have eyes with black sclera. Her pupils and iris however were pure bright green.

"Huh, was expecting something gastly in all honesty." Stacey mused in mild disappointment.

Cree looked at Nesco in thought, "Can you still see with the blindfold off?"

Nesco shook her head with a frown, "Nope, price for gazing into the Broccoli abyss for too long." She nonchalantly answered before placing the blindfold back on.

Stacey looked at the fabric the blindfold was made of, "Hey, isn't that stuff made out of the same substance William's temporary blindfold cloth was made out of?" She asked Nesco

"The Nahbras cloth?" Nesco inquired, "Most likely." She shrugged.


The Arcade

As the boys stood outside Looking on at a wrecked arcade, Maurice was the first to speak up. "Um, is this the place you guys dragged me out to see?" He asked.

Archie glared at the devastation of their one of their favorite hangouts, "Awright, wha trashed th' jynt?! Someone's is going to be introduced to a world o' pain for this!"

Chad glanced around for the owner of the place, "Yo, Mister Shaggy! You alright?" He hollered as the teens began to pick through the wrecked building.

William glanced to the nearby alley when he saw the dumpster shake a bit, "Um…Shaggy?" He asked when he walked up to the dumpster.

"Like, are those vikings gone?" A muffled voice asked in fright from within the dumpster.

Chad groaned in annoyance. "Not those guys again!" He exclaimed.

The lid of the dumpster popped open to reveal the owner of the wrecked arcade, "Like, man, those guys just came in and started ruining my place, kept going on about keeping others from beating their top scores!" He exclaimed.

Maurice sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Yup, it's those viking adult Villains alright." He griped in response.

Harold let out a frustrated anger filled growl, "Oh that is it, it's time we deal with those losers once and for all!" He declared, punching his palm in response.

William was the first to get into the van parked over by the curb, "Come on, it's about time those Viking Villains get put in their place." He responded in anger.

Shaggy looked at his ruined business, "I need to call my insurance." He remarked with a downcast look.