It was pitch black in the hallway as Dot yelled for Gary and Jet Pack Guy. She slowly moved forward, her hands sliding along the right wall in order to keep some sort of bearing on her surroundings. She bumped into her two fellow agents within moments and linked her hands with the two of them in order to prevent seperation.
"What's happening, Dot?" asked Jet Pack Guy, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dot responded quickly. "Rookie just finished taunting me. His ragtag rebels are back and they're taking over right now. He's locked the other agents up and left us in play because he thinks this is all a game. We need to find our way out of here and figure out exactly what they're doing."
"What about the other agents?" Gary asked.
"Rookie hasn't left a string untied yet. The room they're in is probably heavily guarded. I don't think it's worth the risk," Dot responded softly. She began to tug the two forward, in an effort to get going and end the conversation.
"We just need to follow the two curves in the hallway and then we'll get to the back door exit." She began to pick up the pace, not waiting for a reply.
However, Jet Pack Guy wasn't completely content. "Stop, Dot. Wait a second." He skidded to a halt, forcing the other two to stop as well, their hands still clasped together in a chain. "If Rookie really wants to play a game with us, do you actually think they'll try and stop us and ruin his fun?"
Dot's answer took almost no thought. "Would it really be a game if his side didn't play?" She tugged the two forward until they willingly followed, and the three fell into silence
The yells could still be heard from outside as the agents continued through the dark hallways. New sounds joined as well: motors and muffled intercom announcements were heard as well as the distant noise of marching feet.
When they found the door, Dot eagerly pushed it open.
The three stepped out into the familiar snow plain that sat behind the Everyday Phoning Facility. The storm apparently was over, though dreadful clouds still lined the night sky. The recent onslaught of snow sat in dense packs, undisturbed by footprints - or shovels. The three climbed over some piles and peeked out into the Ski Village.
Guards armed with bow and arrows marched in formation on the ground and stood atop the roofs of the Everyday Phoning Facility and the Ski Lodge. Gray, threatening trucks drove on paths made through the snow piles. Additionally, every building appeared to have been affected by the blackout; there were no glows coming from the windows of any building in site. The only lightning came from some plain spotlights that had been wheeled in. They resembled the ones used at the outposts of high security prisons.
The citizens that had been attracted out of their homes by the conclusion of the storm now shuffled towards their houses once again, trying to go quickly without looking suspicious. They made no eye contact with their new rulers.
An announcement began over an intercom. "The public of this reformed territory is warned to be vigilant of attacks by the three most wanted convicts: Gary the Gadget Guy, Dot the Disguise Gal, and Jet Pack Guy. These three are extremely dangerous and authorities should be alerted immediately if they are sited. We thank you for your cooperation." There was a click and then the unknown voice behind the proclamation disappeared, leaving only the stomps of rebels in its wake.
Jet Pack Guy spoke for the first time since their escape. "Looks like Rookie just made a move," he whispered.
Someone cleared their throat next to them. A guard, dressed all in black, poised their bow and arrow at the three.
"Checkmate," said Dot.
To Be Continued
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