[mitsur]

Yes, guys, I have remembered the prolouge. Remember the saying, 'looks are deceiving'. You'll all probably be disappointed by how this all resolves itself, but you'll get your action scene.

Well, let's get goin with the new chapta!

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CHAPTER SIX: THE MEETING

Mitsur was lost in his thoughts when the lamp stopped its descent. So lost, that he forgot to jump off the lamp. It started its descent back up, because of the pressure.

He gave a startled yelp, and jumped off, smacking his head on the ceiling, and landed on the upturned end of the table, sliding off, and landing hard. He turned it into a roll, and then got up, then almost immediately bent over from the pain.

Gathering himself together, Mitsur summoned up what was left of his dignity. He flung out his arms, and with great aplomb, yelled out,

"TA-DA!"

Nobody clapped. Mitsur shrugged, rubbed his head, and went into the entrance area. A huge crowd had already gathered. Alcar was standing in the front of the room, trying to get everyone to calm down.

"Guys, just be quiet. You should all know this." Alcar was saying, but everyone was babbling on, regardless. Alcar spotted Mitsur in the crowd, and waved him over.

"Mitsur, glad to see you. Now, I want you to tell me something. Did you see anything wrong with the n00bs?" Alcar asked, whispering.

"Besides the fact that that one guy could turn into something that wanted me to run back to my bed and pull the covers over my face? Nope. Just that they all look pissed-off, hungry, and ready to drop from exhaustion." Mitsur said, then paused, and whispered. "And why are we whispering?"

"No reason. Ok, go tell Majic to start herding everyone into the Cafeteria, so I can address everyone easier."

"Wait, I can do that myself." Mitsur said, putting an arm on Alcar's shoulder, wincing at bit at the sudden awkwardness.

"How?" he asked, puzzled.

Mitsur took a deep breath, and yelled out,

"YO!"

Instantly, the talking went down.

"FREE PIE IN THE CAFETERIA!" Almost as fast, every eye turned hungrily toward the cafeteria door. Then Splat shouted out,

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" He pulled back his trench coat, and shot out a grappling hook from his belt buckle, which latched onto the air vent and pulled him up. He was cutting through the grate and had crawled in when everyone stampeded for the door.

Mitsur grabbed Alcar and started dashing for the door himself.

"How are we going to make pie in sixty seconds?!" Alcar yelled over the din.

"Don't worry about that! Snuzi showed me his secret stash last week!" Mitsur yelled back, and they dashed into the cafeteria.

Mitsur fought his way to the bar, smacking faces and butts as he ran. More than once someone said, "Who touched my nether regions?", "Whoa Mitsur, I'm not that kind of guy!", and even once, "Hey, look guys! Another nickel!"

Mitsur positioned himself behind the bar, and pulled the Coor's and Vodka bottles Pat and Snuzi had pulled earlier, themselves. The wall spun back, and then stopped in the middle.

Mitsur stood, dazed from disbelief, at the amount of pie. Stacks upon stacks upon stacks upon stacks of the pie were almost chocking the secret room. Snuzi had once called it "The Grand Pie-nyon" Mitsur understood why, now.

He turned back, and jumped. Everyone had a glassy-eyed look as they gazed upon what was surely Heaven on Earth.

Mitsur slowly grabbed a box, and moved it left, then right. Their eyes followed unthinkingly. He raised it, and the eyes rose.

Sweat broke out on his brow.

Jesus Christ Mitsur thought. If I crush this thing they'll tear me apart.

He hurled it into the crowd, and all hell broke loose as pie went everywhere.

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30 minutes later

"Okay guys, let's get down to business. You should all know one thing: Those n00bs will most likely kill us all. And slowly." Alcar said, grimly. "I suggest you all do whatever you want. And make it fast; sunrise is only in a few hours."

A collective gasp went up.

Havoc fell out of his chair. SeaRex looked green. Then Mutual Friend spoke up.

"Really?"

"Noooooo. I just wanted to see the look on your guy's faces." Alcar said, and burst out laughing.

An angry growl went up among the room, but it eventually settled.

"Ok, ok, I was out of line. Let's get to the serious stuff." Alcar said, sheepishly. Then he turned serious.

"Now, I've seen him in his real form. Nothing short of terror filled me; then I remembered one fact: The n00bs are exactly that. N00bs. They most likely have no idea really what they're doing. That kept me calm. All of you here are true-blue members. You're smart, calm, and most importantly, know how to handle yourselves. These n00bs most likely are going to flail around, knowing nothing. The Faceless One is the only one who is relativity smart. And looks are deceiving. He is not as strong as you all think. We have a very good chance to win this. All we need to do is act intelligently."

Throat dry from the long speech, Alcar stepped down. For a moment, there was no sound, and then the whole cafeteria burst into huge applause.

Then, when it faded off, no one went up to the stage, and an uncomfortable silence. Then, Splat stood.

Oh my god Mitsur thought He's going to drive us all mad.

Splat walked up to the stage, and adjusted his trench coat. He put on a commanding air, and spoke like Q.

"You are all my finest agents. I have been proud to serve with you all. Now we will all go out, dodge the bad-guys bullets without even trying, kill them in one shot, all while looking extremely fashionable!!!" Splat yelled it out, and they all yelled a victory cry and stampeded out the door to the armory.

Mitsur got to the door first, and opened the door, and gave a scream of terror.

All the guns and ammo had been melted. Smeared in melted plastic on the wall was NO CHEAP HAXOR WEAPONS THIS TIME LOLOLOLOLOLOL.

"That bastard destroyed all the guns..." SeaRex muttered behind him.

"Don't we have anything else that's potentially deadly?!" Jordan asked desperately.

"All I can think of are those swords we all used during that D&D craze all those years ago..." Alcar muttered.

"That's good enough." Mitsur said. "Where are they?"

"I think in the room marked GEEK CRAP." Max said, always the archivist.

"Figures..." Mitsur muttered, and they all headed that way.

...Outside, the Faceless One watched, and grinned.

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