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“Uh, Gluestick, how do the lamp contacts work again?” he said.
Duncan came on the com-link with a sigh. “I knew you weren’t listening! The T-477 Contact Bulbs have a nuclear core that—”
“You can read him the instruction manual later!” Pufferfish snapped. “Just tell him what he needs to know.”
“Geez! OK, blink your eyes three times fast and say ‘Spotlight,’” Gluestick said.
Flinch did as he was told, and suddenly his eyes lit up like the high beams on a Gran Torino. Unfortunately, he immediately wished he could go back to not knowing where he was.
He was in a narrow tu
“MUERTO!!!!” he cried.
“Here comes the freak-out again,” another voice said. This one belonged to Agent Braceface. “I don’t know why Savage didn’t just send me. My braces could have gotten this done fifteen minutes ago and we’d have time to see the Eiffel Tower.”
“Flinch, you must calm down,” Pufferfish said. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. This was all explained in the briefing.”
“Bear claws!” Flinch cried.
“You’re in the Parisian catacombs, also known as the City of the Dead.”
“City of the Dead!!” Flinch cried.
“Shut up and listen! It’s a big underground cemetery. Nearly six million bodies were moved here in the late 18th century from a place called the Cemetery of the I
“Less history lesson and more rescuing me from the skeleton people!” Flinch shouted, pulling fruitlessly at his bindings.
“The tu
“I didn’t know that!” he said.
“IT WAS IN THE BRIEFING!” his teammates shouted through the com-link.
Duncan’s voice returned. “All right, buddy, take a deep breath and calm down. Try to relax and stay positive. What is it that your grandma always says?”
“De que tocan a llover, no hay más que abrir el paraguas,” Flinch said.
“What does that mean?” Wheezer asked.
“If it’s raining, all you have to do is open your umbrella.”
“OK . . . so what are we going to do?” Pufferfish said.
“We’re going to find his umbrella,” Gluestick said. “Now, feel around for something to loosen the ropes.”
Flinch reached out cautiously until something sharp jabbed his wrists. Was it a knife? What did a skeleton need a knife for? Were the skeletons not satisfied with scaring him to death—now they wanted to stab him as well?
He pushed the thought out of his mind and focused on his situation. He had learned in his secret agent training that anything could be a tool—even a pointy thing in the middle of a stack of dead people. So he fought the urge to pee his pants and dragged the ropes back and forth against its sharp edge.
“Maybe I need to go in after him,” Braceface said. “I’ll just morph my braces into a motorcycle and zip down there. He’s ru
“They don’t eat French toast in France,” Pufferfish grumbled.
“No one is coming down here!” Flinch said.
“But, Flinch—”
“No! The general put me in charge, and so I’m in charge and I get to say what happens and stuff!” Flinch said as he continued working away at his bindings.
Soon there was a snap and his hands were free. He turned to find out what the sharp object was that had helped his escape. It was a skull with a jaw full of broken teeth. He had put his hands into its mouth!!! Ugh!!! He danced around trying to shake the creepy feeling out of his skin.
“Now for the harness,” he said when he got himself under control. He found it on the ground nearby and eyed it closely, searching for damage. Tiny robots in his body called nanobytes turned the sugar that he consumed into raw power, then cha
One of the harness’s power chords had been yanked out. Flinch re-inserted the chord, and the chest plate glowed with a familiar blue light. He slipped it back over his head and locked it in place. Immediately, he felt the energy coursing through him.
“All right, problemo numero dos has been solved. How much time do I have?”
“Nine minutes,” Pufferfish said through scratches.
Flinch turned up his power, ready to run. “Time to save Paris.”
To be continued in The Villain Virus . . .
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