SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Twelve - The Missing Link

Ian Hecocks

Next step: Save the guys. We were now inside the basement parking of Alloy Digital where huge rectangular fluorescent lights dangled on the ceiling, fully lighting its dull gray surroundings: two columns of rectangular pillars making five rows inside the whole parking lot and leading to the sealed entrance for cars. We searched for a way out of this place and into higher floors above.

"There's the stairs!" Billy extended his arm pointing to a door at the far end of the place located near the restrooms directly opposite us.

We dashed across the place, running as fast as we could when the male restroom door suddenly opened, making us scatter then taking our own hiding places in the parking lot. Anthony and Billy joined me in hiding behind a column just beside the restrooms. The remaining four separated: Link hid behind a pile of boxes, George in a trash bin, Connor stood beside another pillar near ours and Sgt. Anous behind a different column.

I snuck a peak at the restroom and a shadow of a man appeared to be going outside the place. The guard had finished taking a dump.

"What are we gonna do?" Anthony whispered, scooting away from the corner.

"I have a plan." I said, motioning them to follow me inside the men's room.

"This is not the time to go." Anthony scolded.

"Will you just shut the fuck up and follow me?!" I shushed him and he whimpered. I told the others to stay put before leaving the hiding place taking Anthony and Billy with me, circling the goon and avoiding him. We reached the restroom, I pushed open the door and it looked like someone forgot to flush.

"Hey guys, why are we—?" Billy suddenly tripped on the trash can near the doorway.

CRASH! The metal bin fell on the floor, creating a loud bang that echoed inside the parking lot and startling the goon. I quickly grabbed the boy's shirt and pulled him inside, putting my hand over his mouth then shutting the door behind us.

"Who's there?" The guy in black called out, it was then followed by a series of footsteps coming our way.

"Great, now we're gonna get caught!" Anthony was restless.

"I'm sorry!" Billy mumbled under my hand.

"No, you did good." I said, "We need him to come to us."

"What?! You want us to be caught?!" My friend trembled, putting his hand over his head and breathing heavily. He was having those panic attacks again.

I turned to my friend and shook his shoulders, "Will you please calm down and let me handle this?!" I searched for the stall that the guard had just used, kicking open the first door among the three. It was the second one that had the smelly poop. "I hope my bad luck with toilets hasn't run out." I reached for the flush and pulled it down and it started making the same familiar strange noises: the water rose along with the waste swimming in it. I then ran out of the stall before shutting its door then hiding under the sink with Billy and Anthony.

The door opened and the goon stepped in, searching the place, "Is anyone there?" He asked, cocking his handgun, slowly treading inside.

The middle cubicle made a loud noise.

"I know you're in there." He said, moving closer to the stall then kicking down the door only to find the noisy toilet with no one in it.

My adrenaline raced and I kicked myself out of my hiding place, ran towards him then shoved him inside, snatching his gun and headset from him in the process before pulling the door close.