Luke McAwesome

Zach awoke when the group walked in. "Guys... I guess I saved you, huh?" he said weakly, grinning. "But... Why are you all in swimsuits?" The group looked down at themselves, and remembed that they still hadn't changed. "Uh... We didn't exactly have any way of transportation... so we had to swim," said Jack. "You held your breath all the way down here?" Zach asked. "Nope," Jack held up his breathing apparatus. "I didn't know we brought those along..." Zach said, looking mildly confused. "Neither did we," said Melody, walking over to his bedside and sitting. "Jack got a little too comfomfortable back at camp, didn't you, Jack?" "Hey! It was an accident!" "Accident?! Yeah right!" "Hey, just because you're too lazy to close the ten-" "THAT IS ENOUGH!" Bob shouted. Melody and Jack looked at Bob, and back at each other. They hung their heads like guilty puppies. "Zach, are you doing alright?" Bob asked. "I'm better than I was. I lost that pulsing pain in my head," Zach said. "Excellent. We'll have the doctor come in and check on you... Wait, did the doctor survive?" Bob asked. Everyone looked at each other. A couple of them shrugged. "Hrm. Zach, are you in a lot of pain?" Bob asked him. "Not much. Why?" "Because I don't know where the pain killer medicine is." "Oh. Let's hope I don't hurt myself again, huh?" Zach mumbled. "For your sake, yes. And that goes for the rest of you, too," Bob told them all. At that moment , a big black monster crashed through the room window and landed on Mark. "AAAAHHH!" he screamed. He pulled out his light sword, switched it on, and stabbed it in the eye. The monster howled, and began saying words that they couldn't understand. Bluish blood drained out of the socket. John and Melody pulled out their guns and began shooting it. John shot a direct bulls-eye in it's head with a charged shot. It's head exploded, blue blood splaterred all over the room, covering the team. In the background, Garviel vomitted, wiped his mouth, and acted as if he hadn't. "Well... didn't see that coming," said Jack. "Mark, you okay?" Melody asked as she ran over to him, pulling him up. "Yeah... wow... that thing was scary..." Suddenly, they heard a crashing sound. Another window was broken... And the monster was gone.

They all froze immediately. Eskallon bravely turned around. There, ten feet behind them, Bob and a marine had appeared out of a hallway, and were pointing guns at them. "Oh, thank God it's you! I was worried I was going to have to face a whole group of assassins!" Bob said, jogging over to them. H led them back to the hall he had entered and began his story. --- Five minutes later, Jack piped up. "You still got it, Bob," he said. "Haha, I just stay fit," he said, half-smirking, half-smiling. When they entered the meeting room, the leaders of the world stood up. Bob nudged Jack with his elbow. "Huh? Oh, sorry." He saluted them all. The team looked et Jack, and decided they should be respectful. The rest of the team also saluted. "Bob, are these the people you were telling us about? The ones that were helping you?" the President of the US asked. "Yes, Mr. President," he nodded. He looked at the rag-tag, soaking wet group. "Hard workers. I like it. Bob, you obviously did a good job leading them." "Actually, Mr. president, that would be Zach Smith, who's currently in our infirmary..." "Oh. I see. Well, anyway, you still have all done a very good job. Thank you for all you've done. But now, we must get down to business." "Right," said Bob. "What happened while I was away?" Melody glared at Jack, frowning. He blushed, then turned back to Bob. "Wait, where's Chris and his ferret?" Bob asked. "All three of them stayed behind to make the ferret a mini-submarine..." "Wait, the three?" Bob asked. "Yes, that's right, you weren't with us... Uh, we ran into another guy. His name's Joe Stoltz," Jack said. "Ah... I see! Well, that's always good to know, you know, that there's actually more living people out there," said Bob. "That's for sure," said Eskallon. "Bob, can we all get a change of clothes?" Garviel asked. "Yeah, and do you have any fully-equiped bathrooms with showers and bathtubs?" Melody asked, hopeful. "And maybe some rooms for us to stay in?" Mark asked. "Yeah, we have those. You'll have to steal the clothes from the deceased troops' rooms, but we have rooms and showers." "Excellent!" the three said at once. "Can we please start this meeting now?" the President asked, starting to get annoyed. "Yes, sir, sorry," Bob said. "Alright, guys, take a seat..." I'd prefer to have Bob post next, and have him do his thing here. He's the one who knows what he wants to do.

Meanwhile, underwater... The group was almost to the base, chatting it up. "I just remembered something," said Garviel. "What's that?" Melody responded. "We're going to have to walm around soaking wet when we get there." "Why's that?" "Because we couldn't bring our stuff down here! Which means we're going to have to walm around in these supid outfits, soaking, shivering, and we'll probably have a lack of energy," Garviel sounded disappointed. "I'm positive they'll have a change of clothes for us, and some towels, and maybe some nice showers. I need some conditioner, man, I'm sick of these tangles," she said, rolling her eyes. What a drama queen, thought Robert. --- "Hey, Jack?" Mark said into his headset. "Yah?" Jack responded. "Once we get to this base, you think they'll have a buffet lined up for us?" "... Sure? If not, we can probably get them to. It's most likely a paradise down there." Oh how wrong you are, Jack! --- Down in the base, the leaders of the world were sitting in their seats, fiddling with their fingers. They heard loud clunking and crashing, and an occasional scream. The President of the once United States sat staring into nothingness. "Mr. Presiden-" one of the last guards began. "What?!" he said rather loudly. "Er..." "Sorry, I'm kind of, well, scared right now. Our final moments could be these. And it's... frightening. It's a sad thought. We've done all this, came all this way for nothing. And if we die... the rest of the living people may, too." The young guard stood there, taking it in. The rest of the leaders stared at the two. "Well? What are we supposed to do? Just sit here and see if Willians comes back alive?" one of them said. "And what it's been 10 minutes and still no word other then his "I've made contact" thing, and I'd prefer to get out of here," another said. "I know, I know. Me too. But this is for the sake of the rest of humanity. We can't let them down, or that's it. The human race dies..." said the President. --- The group reached a platform of the base. "How do we get in?" Mark asked. "Not sure," responded Garviel. "Maybe we should just open this hatch?" Jack said, laughing. He twisted open the hatch, and the group swam in. Water flooded the room. There were senors to tell when the room was filled, so that the room could be drained. Once the room was filled, and the team was in, Jack put down the hatch and closed it as tight as he could. There was a beep from a sensor, and the water began to drain. Once the water was gone, each one removed their breathing apparatus. Jack walked over to another hatch, this one the size of a regular door, and opened it. To their suprise, there was nobody there. "Where is everybody?" Garviel asked, stepping in the hallway. "I don't know..." said Melody. First, silence... And then a cry of pain. "What's going on here...?" Jack said. --- Chris and Joe had finished Rodriego's ferret-sized submarine. "I can't believe you did that in ten minutes," said Joe, grinning. "Don't ever doubt me. I can do things the rest of the team don't even know." "Such as?" "It's a secret. It wouldn't be a secret anymore if I told you," Chris said, and winked. "True..." "Alright Rodriego! Prepare to go where no ferret has gone before!" Chris placed the submarine in the water gently. The mini-sub went below the water. Chris and Joe looked at each other. "Well, I guess we should start going," said Chris, pulling out two breathing apparatus for them. He handed one to Joe, and they put them on, and dived into the murky water.

I meant going "treasure-hunting" with Baker. I don't mind going down to the basement. And I also menat that I'll proceed with caution throughout this whole ordeal.

Oh it won't, people will come and go. I'm sure even JD will lose interest eventually. But, as always, all good things must eventually come to an end.

And when will this bloody day end? It feels like it's lasted eight!

I think I'd prefer to go home before I go treasure-hunting with Baker, actually. Go on ahead and get yourselves killed, I don't mind. But I'm going to proceed with caution!

I'm sorry, madame, I'm afraid I don't understand what's fun about going treasure-hunting with a lawyer.

Poor young thing, blinded by her love of her poor deceased Mr. Harbor. My condolences. However, if we can figure this thing out, I'll humor the treasure-hunting, blood-sucking, smack-talking lawyer.

Hey, at least you were in Noir, which is still my personal favorite game. And you lasted a while, too.

Thanks for putting me in as a reserve, Quarryman. Boy, this'll be fun to watch. I can't wait to see what'll happen!

Baker, have you been taking any mecication I should know about? Honestly, if you're trying to lead us off track, it's not working.

Sorry, Computerbug. I forgot a few names.

Actually, only you, Chris, and Rodriego are aboveground. The rest of us are already underwater, I believe.

I agree, the only ones really posting at all are you, me, Eskallon, occasionally Bob, and Mission Commander.

I forgot, a happy birthday to you, too, Booger! And all those others, as well.

I was kidding. But that did sound pretty rude and inconsiderate. Sorry.

You know, maybe now that I look back, maybe it should be the other way around. So bad I'm good! Then again, either way, it still doesn't make sense... so... In fact, I was thinking, since I'm so cocky right now, maybe I'll place a bet with Shadows about winning the next game.

Sorry to hear you've had some bad luck lately. I hope you'll also feel better! Uhm... Sappy birthday?

A treasure; really? Baker, you crazy old-man-knocking-out moron! Stop leading us off-track! If anything, this treasure may be the thing we need to worry about the least at the moment. If we ever get the killer, then we can move on to that, but I'm more worried about our lives then golds and riches.

Voice in the sky, if it's possible, I'd like to go take a look through Rudy's belongings, and snoop around his room and search for anything secretive. Also, thank you, Amelia, for taking the time to discuss things with me.

I wanted to get this in before Flitwick could post it. but I saw on your ANZFOL site that it's your birthday, so... Happy birthday! I hope your day will be/was filled with LEGO and fun! Striker

Yay! We hit 7,000 members! Thank you for joining, aaa123!

I'm going to go talk with Amelia privately for a moment... I assure you, Madame, she'll be right back. Don't freak out on me.

I'm happy you two understand what's going on... because I don't. Care to explain, Amelia? Or Thomas? Or someone I trust?