To be fair, I only put one hand up.
The other was numb.
Kate raised both of hers, though, and that seemed to satisfy the gunman. What remained of the fighting force surrounded us.
There was the classic Disney-villain slow clap. Through the entrance of the warehouse came T, his long frame casting a shadow that touched my feet. He tipped his head to one side, watching the flickering light in my eyes.
"You really made a mess." He said. "I'm impressed."
Behind him came C, bulldog face squinting around, shoulders staunch. Unlike T, he had his gun out.
"This is illegal." Kate said.
T shrugged.
"Do you have Jeanie?" I asked.
"Who?"
I sighed.
"Jeanie..." T said thoughtfully, mulling it over. Then he smiled. "No, we have no Genies. But thank you for the information."
I hung my head in shame.
"Who'd of thought." His smile stayed.
C cleared his throat. "Let's secure them, T."
"Right." T turned business like. "Get them in the van. Someone get a doctor for the injured one."
The gunmen eyed me uneasily.
"Does he really need one?" One of them muttered.
"Yes." I snapped.
"Watch your mouth." C said.
"I'm sorry about him, he's always been a bit immature." Jake said, coming in from behind C and T. He wore, of all things, a purple suit. Beside him was a subdued-looking Jeanie.
C turned immediately, gun up.
Then he relaxed.
"Mr. President."
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Three Wishes: This didn't go as planned!
FantasyAbel is a daydreamer. Things that will never happen, the impossible, are planned neatly in his head, while the possible is left up to chance. However, the impossible becomes possible when Able finds a magic oil-lamp in his grandparent's basement la...
