The Smartest Kids Alive (IN NEED OF REVISING)

Chapter XXVIII

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Music: Rashay's Moon Cellar from Super Mario 64: Last Impact

Dr. Herman Wersaw and his new Al-Qaeda friends are sitting at their round conference table, having drinks and cracking wise ones when Wersaw's phone rings.

"Well, Wersaw, your plan worked out perfectly. I've got the kids with me right now," his assistant says on the other end.

"What can I say? I'm a genius, aren't I?" Wersaw laughs.

"You sure are. I should be there in about twenty minutes."

"See you then." After Wersaw hangs up, he turns to his tablemates and lets out a small chuckle, looking pleased with himself. "My boys, we're about ready to have some fun here tonight. We may not be able to take control of the country, but at least we've finally got our hands on the ones who ruined me."

"What are we going to do to them, boss?" one of the Al-Qaeda guys asks.

"Oh, you'll see. You'll see."

Then they have a toast or something to celebrate their accomplishments. About twenty minutes of booze and really idiotic jokes later, Wersaw's intercom goes off, and a woman's voice says, "Wersaw, you have visitors."

"Lads, it's time," Wersaw smirks, getting out of his seat and straightening his jacket as he readies himself to meet SKA face-to-face for the first time ever.

SAM

So apparently we're in Nashville, Tennessee (because y'know, that's a good spot for your secret hideout). One by one, the nine of us enter the three-story building as the pilot leads us in. He looks like the kind of guy who could turn on us and kill us all in an instant if someone steps out of line.

Once we're all at some sort of front desk, a man emerges from a nearby hallway wearing some sort of lab coat. He has a cigar in his mouth, and there's no doubt in my mind who the man is.

Dr. Herman Wersaw.

"Well, well. If it isn't the 'Smartest Kids Alive'," Wersaw says, making quotation marks with his fingers on "Smartest Kids Alive".

"How many times do I have to say I hate that name?" Luke sighs.

"I'd keep quiet if I were you. Your lives are already on the line as it is," Dr. Wersaw tells him, giving him a dirty look. Surprisingly, Luke keeps his mouth shut.

"Follow me," he says sternly. We do as we're told. Not as if we have some sort of choice or anything.

During our walk, we pass by a room with a bunch of men sitting at a table, laughing their asses off about something. After getting a good look at the men, and figuring out their connection, I ask Dr. Wersaw, "You're working with members of Al-Qaeda?"

He simply nods in reply.

"But it was 9/11 that made you want to form TGF to begin with," Heath says, confused. "Why did you decide to work with the enemy all of a sudden?"

"Any assistance I can get is good assistance," is Wersaw's answer.

A few more minutes of walking (and frightened glance exchanges) later, we arrive at a generic jail cell. "A jail cell? Really?" Avery smirks.

"This is only temporary. Once we come back for you, things will be much worse. Much, much worse," Dr. Wersaw says as each of us enter. Then he slams the door shut and walks away, laughing maniacally.

"There's gotta be a way out of this," Heath mutters, looking around the cell for anything of use.

"Face it, Heath. We're dead. We might be alive now, but we're dead," Skylar says, looking as defeated as ever.