SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Three - The Plan of Attack

Anthony Padilla

It's scary to know that we've put our friends' lives on the line and even scarier that we will cease to exist once the past catches up with us. We stood there either staring blankly at each other or looking down on the ground thinking of a way to fix this mess, the mess we've created ever since we first travelled into the past.

Billy stood beside me and his head was bowed down, sobbing. Link had his arms folded, his chest rising up and down as he took a deep breath. He tried to stay calm but I could see the sadness in him. He met my gaze and gave the weakest smirk he could before looking back down at the floor.

Ian gently placed Charlie back on the table then softly ran his fingers through his silvery grey fur. I could see in his eyes that it was filled with guilt and desperation.

I put my hand on his shoulder, giving him a little shake in an attempt to comfort him. "It's alright, man. We'll figure out a way." I said, smiling.

"I know we can, but time is against us." Ian mumbled.

"You're the man with the plan." I tried lifting his spirit, "We'll find a way."

"Oh really? I thought you told me my plans weren't thought out well?"

"Yeah, but that's the beauty of it, your half-baked plan never ceases to amaze me. Look, no plan is perfect but sometimes the flaws of it are the reason why it works." I firmly said, "We have survived through two adventures and both were life-threatening and ridiculous, so why not this one as well?" I took a deep breath, "You and me, we're best friends, neither of us could've lived through those without the other. So whatever you're decision is I'm with you until the end."

Was that the sincerest thing I ever said to him?

His eyes twinkled with hope, "Thanks, bro." Ian smiled then went to the boss's chair, "Alright guys, we must move fast." As soon as he began speaking, the group surrounded the table. Ian looked at each and every one of us, "Sgt. Anous, you've been going in and out of the building dozens of times, right?"

"Yes." Sgt. Anous nodded.

"Good, I suppose you know where they locked up the gang?" Ian smiled even wider, hinting excitement.

"No." He confessed. Ian's hopeful smile quickly faded, turning into a frown.

BANG! BANG! BANG! A loud bang came from the front door and its loudness could be heard in our secluded office.

We froze in shock, "What was that?" Ian whispered and the group started panicking.

"Be quiet." I shushed them then turned off the lights in the room leaving only lights coming from the outside, passing through the translucent grey curtains.

The banging grew louder.

"We gotta get out of here." I said.

"How?!" Ian blurted out.

But the banging on the door suddenly stopped, everything fell silent. The ringing sound caused by the dead silence filled my ears.

"It's quiet. TOO QUIET." I broke the silence.

A dark figure outside stood among the lights of the lamp posts, startling us.

"Someone's out there." Link murmured as soft rustling of the grass on the lawn was created by the footsteps. The shadow grew smaller, it's coming at us.

"Get back!" I whispered, motioning them to step backwards. The figure stopped walking and was stopped mere inches from the glass. I slowly approached the window careful not to make a sound, extending out my hand towards the curtains, cautiously treading towards the dark figure.