Impossible

Chapter 35

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I woke up slowly smaking my lips and having that weird taste in my mouth. I opened my eyes slightly, and yawned. I got up and stretched myself to take out the cinks in my back. I twisted myself around, reached high to low and did a cobra form. Each time I heard a crack and felt a little more comfortable. I walked over to the nearest apartment building and walked through the open door of the closest aparment. I checked the apartment inch by inch, for a Grown-Up. When I felt secure enough, I closed the door and walked over to the bathroom. I turned the faucets of the shower to my prefured water temperature. I let the water run to ajust it's temperature and got undressed. I stepped into the hot, rain of water and sighed with approvement. It had been a long time since I had a nice hot shower. I savered the beautiful feeling. I washed the dirt, blood and grit, from my skin, and stayed in to just enjoy the comfort. When I was finished, I got out, got dressed and had to put all my armor back on. I walked out, because I knew that if stayed away for too long then the team would worry. I walked out the doors to be met by a chilled, brisk air. I inhaled the sweet aroma of perified air. The silence of the the morn was interrupted
by the screeching of tires. I looked over to see a large black truck driving off. I looked at the empty camp site and immediatly realized that they were kidnappers. I took out my WALTHER P99 and fired two shots at the car. One hit the metal just below the window, and one through it. The car swerved, but didn't stop. I aimed, getting ready to fire again when someone slapped the gun from my hand.

"If you shoot again, you could just shoot one of the team mates." John said

I was so happy to see at least one of my friends. I felt like hugging him, buit of course I didn't. Then Blain walked over. I was never happier. 

"What happend to the camp?" he asked

"Everyone was kidnapped." John answered calmly

"Just goes to show that evil doesn't even take the hoildays off."

"This is serious," I told him, "Everyone is gone."

"Well then how are you two still here?" Blain asked again

"I was working in the matinence shop across the road. I'm working on some new guns. I was up all night and fell asleep in there I guess."

"I was taking a shower. " I said, "And yourself?"

"Oh yeah. I took a trip to the grocery store at 6 o'clock." Blain said

"But it's now eight. What took you so long. The traffic, of dodging cars and avoiding Grown-Ups."

"Nah," he said, " It was that darn seat belt again. I was stuck in it for twenty minutes."

"Well now we have to go and get them again." I said frustrated

I sighed. Why couldn't things be normal? Why did it alaways have to come to this? Why did S.T.E.A.L always have to ruin things. I was mad. No, I was angry. Heck with it I was furious. I felt like the hulk. My rage was unspeakable and uncontrolable.

"I want to get them back. Now!" I said

"We all do, but we have to think up a plan, or else they'll outsmart us."

"Not this time. This time it's no more mister nice guy. This time we're going to do things their way!"

"Their way?" John asked confused

"We won't care about them, we won't follow our emotions. We'll get the job done at any cost."

I started to walk back to their building.

"Hey, that place is way to guarded. You'll never make it."

"My determindation will be enough." I said not looking back

"Don't you think you're taking this too far?" John asked

"He's only a half a block away." I heard Blain mumble

"Wait. We'll help you." John said, "But do you mind telling us what your plan is."

I walked back towards him, and then turned towards his workshop. I took almost every weapon I wanted, needed, or had enough room for. I put maybe three or four sets of guns in holsters runing up the sides of my torso.

"I'm breaking in the old fasion way, loud, messy and quick." I said

"Yeah, the old times had weird fasion statments." Blain said

I ignored him and grabbed a long dark coat and put it over my weapons. I also grabbed some sunglasses and a hat while I was at it.

"How do I look?"

"Like one of those spies that read it by the book." John said

"Hey could I borrow the book for a few weeks?" Blain asked

"What makes you so incredibly stupid Blain?"

"Well I do have a permit. I can be as reasonably stupid as I want."

Blain got some guns as well, and then hid them as I did, with a coat. Then he got a duffle bag and started to load up some plastic explosives.

"Carful with those." John catiously told him

"Don't worry my quick, agile, brilliant mind is always carful." Blain said walking right into the door

"Your quick, agile, brilliant mind is what I am afraid of."

"My quick, agile, brilliant mind now has one whopper of a headache." he said putting his hand to his head

I walked out with the duffle bag and started back to S.T.E.A.L's base. John had his armor fully charged, Blain and I had more weapons than we could count, everything was going to my, not well developed plan. Then Blain stopped and looked over at a wanted poster of him.

"They won't get a reward! Ever! Over my dead body!" he said, "Oh wait, let me rephrase that."

"Never mind Blain. We're here." John said, "What's the plan?"

"Follow me." I said