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"The way TheAPERSON just appeared!" CL replied.
"Oh, that. I found him lying unconscious on the road, and carried him in".
CL turned to TheAPERSON. "How exactly did you get from..." CL began, but couldn't finish because she didn't know where APERSON had come from. "The plane crash in the Atlantic" (from page 2) He finished. "Right... the plane crash in the Atlantic to a highway between Bordertown and Ballarat?"

Meanwhile, back at the storm drain, Icarus and Speedy were making their way back towards the prison, on a mission to retrieve the answer. Speedy was looking at his new team mate. He was wearing an assortment of small arms and close order weapons. He had the look of a wiseman about him, a wiseman who could, if neccessary, kill a lot of people. All Speedy had on him was his jacket, and the last of the chocolate milk.

"Are you capable of handling any of these?" asked Icarus

"I have never used anything in anger before, on another human being, but I know how to handle a knife, and I have a fairly good aim..."

"Do you think you could use these on someone when the time came?"

"I have been told before now that I have the demenour of an assassin. Cold, emotionless. I am neither, but you know that already, do you not? I will change the subject here slightly. Do you remember the first time that autism became a problem to the rest of the population? I could not believe that such a thing would happen again, a holocaust, wiping us off the face of the planet because we are different. That is the reason why I left, because I could no longer trust people enough to work in peace. You say you left the rest of the group when the trouble all started? How come?"

"I had to get to my weapons cache. I chose not to tell any of the others because I did not want to risk the lives of more aspies than were alrwady being wiped out. The group had a chance of escape, and from what you say, they are doing just fine. The only thing I need is a means to transport all of my equipment. It is safe, but there is too much for me to carry. The original Catch 22."

"I can help you on that count. Unfortunately, my transport is in England, it is justthe thing we need. I kept it in storage just in case such an event actually kicked off. Of course I never believed that it would. The question now is, do we divert from our original plan and go for the truck now, or do we carry on with what we have, and hope we make it out in one piece? Well, two pieces..."

"I believe that between us we have what it takes to storm the prison. I can infiltrate anywhere, by any means. I must confess, I have heard of you, Mr Speedy, the thinker from space. You are the master mimick, are you not? Do you have it in you to imitate a guard if I get one for you?"

"If I can pretend to be someone that is not me, then we are on to a winner. Speedy has no self-esteem, but I can play a character who has..."

"Then we have a mission. This looks to be the ned of the storm drain, my friend, it is almost time for action. I hope for your own sake, that this answer is going to work. The fate of the entire autism spectrum depends on it"

"Wow, that is not a weight on my mind at all..."

TheAPERSON was explaining to the others what had happened to him, while Cockney was programming the route into the Routemaster's map-and-route program.


"There were eleven of us trapped in the grave, and actually, there was no lock, it was just really deep. So we made a human chain and I climbed up, and I was going to find a ladder or some desks or chairs or boxes or something to make a stairway out of, but then I was shot by a guard in the tower... went right through, though, flesh wound." He moptioned to his side, where the others could see a bloody wound that his shirt was stuck to . "They dragged me over to the road. I had to play dead. I think there was a vehicle coming by to pick up dead bodies or anything. The guards were about to bayonet me to make sure I was dead when they got this call on their radios, an urgent call to go looking for the people who had escaped from the women's prison ship, and they all ran off and just left me there. I thought, 'I can go now.' I tried to get up, but I had bled so much in the meantime that I passed out. I thought, "I'll just lie here for thirty seconds," and then you guys came along, and all this odd stuff happened and I passed out again."

"That's where I come in" said a mysterious blackly dressed figure with fedora and black coat as well, "They were in a grave, and I figured if a mass murder were to occur, that I was going to stop it."

Gamester looked around and clenched his gloved hands as magic flowed around them. "I'm going to give it nice and easy to the next baddie we encounter, which means that they'll be getting either flash frozen or incinerated."

Gamester laughed. How the hell had an Oregonian who was a registered NT joined the fight? OH, now he remembered. He'd been away awhile, yes he'd been visited by a few feds, but he showed them that he was an NT, and as such they left him and his family alone. Being who he was, Gamester started finding out what he could, working for the military as he did during the summers, he was able to find out a lot. Iraq was one alternative to not go to.

"To think that I tried to be normal," he mused, then laughed, "it worked."

Gamester had developed every power imaginable, he wasn't sure how, he was as normal as every human could be that was an Aspie, and for that matter, perfered large scale weapons to anything else. so when he saw feds in Newberg with a commune, he decided to do the right thing, he stopped his bike in front of the tank, and pointed his fifty cal at it and just stood there. The officers didn't know if the guy was a gang member or not, so when they got out of the tank, he identified himself as Sir Gamester, late of the Royal Command. Thats when things got weird, they shot at him with the Taser rifles they carried, instead of going down, Gamester withstood the shocks and absorbed them, then fired a current of energy at the tank, it blew up. and then Gamester in his fury opened the earth on the soldiers, letting them fall till all but their heads were in there, a very Danteesque benefit. they'd live...maybe. the commune that had been rescued, thanked him, and they escaped. Gamesters original home, an Island in the Puget, was very anti government, that's where he knew those who could escape would go.

Looking around, Gamester smiled, "VIVA LA REVOLUCION!"

erased...

TheAPERSON was starting to have strange flashbacks to the plane crash. He had no idea why...

"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder," Ana54 said. "Gamester, please don't startle him, he has PTSD, and so do a lot of other people here... next time I'll tell CockneyRebel to stop for you; you don't have to climb in through the back door when we're pulling out!."

"If you want," said Gamester, his eyes doing a strange glowy thing and his body moving energy arougn, "I could fly above the route master, just to make sure that the feds don't try anything, seeing as how they've already shot down a plane and worse."

"WORSE? OMG, what happened?" Smelena craned to look at Gamester.

"Nothing....yet," said Gamester, "But the fact that you all escaped, and the fact that I threw in my side with you, since the fact that I was a registered Normal, they'll come after me."

Gamester grimaced, this was going to be a fight when done, no one would be the same, he still remembered the day that he had betrayed his own kind, their crying still haunted him.

"I will make sure that they do not succeed," said Gamester, "I will punish humanity for it's sins!"

The bus suddenly stopped.


"What's going on?"


"Are we there yet?"


"This doesn't look like Melbourne."


"We're not going to Melbourne."


"It's getting dark."


"It's already dark."


"Thank God; I was getting sick!"


"Why aren't we moving?"


"Don't get up! You'll--"


"If something's happening I want OUT!"

Gamester floated out, and lit up the area.

"OH Crap," he roared, "WE GOT ROADBLOCK!"

The enemy was lining the road with their forces. They had surrounded the Routemaster.

"Stop, put your hands in the air and get out of the bus."

Suddenly, TheAPERSON recognised the voice.

"Hey, aren't you the guy who killed my father?"

"No, I AM your father...

(I_Am_andaJoy, why have you erased all of your posts?)
CockneyRebel pressed a few buttons on the dashboard, and prepared a few missiles, while TheAPERSON got off the bus to sort things out...
Meanwhile, Cheerlessleader got another message on her phone. "Where are you?! We're waiting for you in Ballarat!" It read. "They found us again, and we're completely surrounded! We may not get out of this alive." She texted back. "Oh no! Don't worry, We'll send help!" "Who exactly will help us in this situation?" "You'll see."
(Any ideas of how this story is going to end? Are we all going to be killed, will we kill whoever wants us dead, or do they decide to stop the holocaust?)

(I have been thinking about this, possibly too much...anyway, I wanted to know how far I am allowed to take things, I guess Ana54 has the final say what happens. I do not want to go bringing in story arcs that do not fit)

Gamester in the air, roared as energy surrounded him and he transformed.

"BEHOLD!" he roared, "THE COMING OF THE GUARDIAN, I AM DEAMOS GAMISTRON, LORD OF THE FREE!"

A sword appeared in the beings hand, and latin insignias appeared as well.

Bullets flew at the creature, but there was laughter as what was once Gamester flew stright down and swung left and right, power flowed through him as he lashed out with might and power, soldiers flew through the air as many more died.

"THERE IS A REASON!" roared the Beast, "THAT NORMAL HUMANS WILL NOT SURVIVE, IT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE WEAK, THIS WORLD IS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN TESTED BY THE FIRE!! !! !!"

More massive power attacks and the Beast was just getting started.

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"