Agent Gray, Red with Love

The Most Anti-Climactic Chapter Ever, And Also Shadow Coins Some New Insults

  "Ow!" Le Chevre yelled. "Ugh, not in the nose!"

  "You didn't protect the face," Carmen shrugged.

  "Well, get them!" Tigris screamed at El Topo.

  El Topo bent down to check on le Chevre. "His nose is bleeding."

  "I don't care, get him!" She ordered again, pointing at Graham, specifically.

  El Top frowned. "You never appreciate us," he pouted.

   If he hadn't just kidnapped and gagged his cousin, and if he wasn't a minion of an evil super thief empire, maybe Graham would have felt bad for El Topo. Alas, he was all of the above. Thusly, Graham felt no remorse.

  Tigris would have likely yelled something else, but at that moment Carmen did some sort of expert karate kick (roundhouse?), and knocked her to the ground unconscious. Graham winced.

  "That's not what you did to me, was it?" He asked.

  "Eh..."

  "Mmm? Mmmhmhmmmm!" Shadow tried to scream. His eyes were not so much scared as they were angry. Graham had been so caught up in his own worries, that he hadn't even stopped to think about how Shadow was feeling.

  El Topo got up. "Crackle... it is okay."

  "Why on earth do you keep saying that?" Graham demanded, "Everyone keeps taking  about Crackle... but I've never seen the man—"

  Carmen knocked El Topo out too, followed by le Chevre. 

  "Wow. That was... anti-climactic," Graham commented, looking at the three operatives on the floor.

  "Huh? Oh...yeah, you're right. That like, never happens," Carmen thought aloud, "What're the odds? Anyway, we should probably get out soon though, they won't stay down for long."

  "Mmmmhmph! Mppph!" Shadow tried to scream through the gag. He tried to move but only fell on his side. His face screamed, are you gonna help me or what?

  "Oh my gosh, Shadow I'm so sorry!" Graham gasped, getting the gag out of his mouth.

 "Anti-climactic?" Shadow demanded once he was free.

  "Anti-climactic?!? I JUST GOT FREAKING TIED UP BY SOME PEOPLE IN FREAKY RASH GUARDS, GAGGED, AND FORCED TO WATCH AS THESE RANDOM SURFER DUDE DEAMONS TRIED TO PUT SOME... SOME RED DEATH HEADBAND OVER MY EYES! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'ANTI-CLIMACTIC?!'" He yelled.

  "'Freaky rash guard.' Hm, I'll have to remember that insult," Graham noted, trying to lighten the mood.  

  Shadow's mood was no more lightened, and frankly, Graham couldn't blame him. 

  He looked to the "red death headband" which had fallen and broken on the floor. He couldn't tell what it was meant to be, but likely nothing good. Thank goodness it never actually got placed on Shadow.

  "Look, it sounds weird, we know, but that's actually fairly anti-climactic for our standards," Carmen tried to explain.

  Shadow stared blankly at her. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

  Carmen winced, "That does sound pretty bad, doesn't it?"

  "YES."

 "How'd they get in?" Graham asked, taking the bars off his wrists. Shadow stood up straight, still very traumatized, but more angry if anything else. 

  "They got in through the window... do you know them or something? Is this some sort of sick joke?" he asked accusingly. 

  "Wouldn't that be nice," Graham chuckled.