To The Future

chapter 16

Travis armed himself with as many bombs as he could, carrying Connor's share as well. Conner had his head buried in the bomb manual.

"Why are bombs now so difficult to manage?" Connor asked. "We should have just imprisoned Leo in here, he'd be in, like, bomb heaven. I prefered it when we could just light the string thing on fire and then we're done. This thing says that we need to attatch the bombs to some wire, then to some pump, pump the pump thing and then runaway because there'll be an explosion! I could do all of this by myself!"

"Then why don't you?" Travis asked, dumping the bombs on the ground. "While you do that, I'll just, you know, do everything myself?"

"You do that," Connor muttered. He flipped the pages of the manual, then picked up a bomb. "I'm gonna test it out, get the rest of the bombs to the ship thing first."

Travis rolled his eyes, huffing as he picked up the bombs again, stumbling down the corridor that supposedly led to the ship Queen Levana had taken to Lunar.

Connor started fiddling with the bomb's wires, finally managing to set off the timer attached to it. "Finally!" he grunted, then realised that he had just set off a bomb. "Holy Zeus!" he started panicking, making a mad dash down the corridor, running past Travis and knocking the bombs out of his brother's hands.

"Hey!" Travis complained. Connor grabbed Travis' hand, pulling him down the corridor and into a random room as explosions sounded from behind them. The two panted heavily, leaning against the wall of the room.

Travis slapped the back of Connor's head. "Idiot! Now what do we do?"

"Ow!" Connor whined, rubbing his neck. "I don't know, try and find the ship?! I still have a couple of bombs in my pocket..."

"I hate you," Travis said, then looked around. They were in a massive room with a giant hole in the side. The room was brightly lit, but silent and isolated. A huge, giant ship that looked like it was made out of crystals sat in the middle of it, reflecting the light into the twins' eyes.

"Is this it?" Travis asked. Connor shrugged, "I don't know, nice ship, nice room, big hole in the wall, silence, I think this is it."

Travis banged the back of his head against the wall. "Or it could be, like, the Queen's bedroom?"

"With a giant ship in the middle?" Connor asked.

Travis nodded. "Yeah, like Jason's paradise. Does he like flying planes?"

Connor shrugged, taking out three bombs and juggling them. "I don't think so, I think he likes flying Piper."

"What's that supposed to mean," Travis asked, snatching a bomb away from Connor. Connor took out another two bombs and carried about his juggling.

"Give me a dollar if I know," he replied. Travis tossed the bomb onto the ship.

"I'll keep my money, thanks," Travis said. "Now let's get down to business."

"Couldn't agree with you more," Connor said with a lazy smile, and the two started arranging the bombs in such a way that they would trigger one another upon explosion. "I think this is 'The Ultamite Prank That Isn't A Prank' we've ever played," Travis commented.

Connor started fiddling with the wires of a particular bomb. "I think you just might be right. Just."

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This chapter is dedicated to cadence1o1 (is that right?) for her fabulous comment on chapter 1 (on: something, something and married to Hera) that read: what? No drama queen? I'm confused! Cinder, get your facts checked!

Shoutout to you! :P sorry for the long wait.

*written by Jaime on behalf of Jeannie who has decided to wash the dishes and kill the ants in the sink* :D (you didn't hear that from meeee)

And that pic up there, my friends, is what Travis and Connor are going to do once they grow up.

If they, you know, survive.