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Meanwhile, the men from the apartment who had been captured were on a freight train. In boxcars, just like the Jews and others being transported to the concentration camps in the 1940s.


"This damn car is f*****g metallic!" Comet said. "It isn't wood like the ones in the Holocaust. How will we get out of this?"


"I need to take a piss!" someone else said.


"All this makes me want to throw up!" someone else said.


"Get off me! I can't move!"


"I'm suff--"


"Gerof--"


"I need Icarus! Do you know what car he's in?"


"He's not in any car, you pan--"


"Don't--"


"Mmmph!"


"Mmmmmmmm!"


"GAK!"


"KAK!"


"AAARGH!"


"UMPH!"


"AAAAH!"


There were 100 or so people in the boxcar, most of them from the apartment. Comet managed to climb up someone else and looked around. Syzygyish (elbowing people in the face trying to massage his swollen concussed head), Richardbenson (twisting agitatedly amongst the larger men who surrounded him), Cultus_Diabolus (with a joint in his mouth, facing upwards at the ceiling with the joint pointed straight up, which was the only way he could smoke the joint in the crowded car; his hands were pinned to his sides), KBABZ, Shadexiii (complaining bitterly, with a gash across his face) Jman, Benj (whining bitterly with a laceration on his forehead bleeding all over the people around him), Greenblue (trying to comfort Shadexiii and Benj while Benj's blood continued to soak his and Greenblue's hair and run down both their faces), Kalister1 (looking like he wanted to throw a tantrum like a little boy), AnonymousAnonymous (shouting at everyone to shut up), Samtoo (trying to reason with everyone), Iamnotaparakeet (shaking and stuttering, saying over and over that he had nearly died), Scoots(bunch of numbers), Remnant (with his ear twisted a wierd way and a broken finger), Strapples (with hives all over him, an allergic reaction from the gas), Lurker_Extraordinaire (who alone seemed unharmed), WooYayHooplah (with two sprained wrists and a sprained ankle), MindOfOrderedChaos (with bruises around his neck and a huge bump on his head), Neuroman (with a hole shot through his hand that was still bleeding through the sock that was tied around it), SB2 (one eye swollen shut), Klytus (three broken fingers and two black eyes), newchum (broken leg), thepeaguy (with scratches all over his face and neck), Seanybaby (missing a huge clump of his hair and with traces of a nosebleed), Roybertito (missing a few teeth and bleeding from the mouth), kevv729 (split lip and bleeding broken nose), pad (broken wrist), AbominableSnoCone (broken arm), GalileoAce (three fingernails ripped down the the quick and a swollen, bruised neck), edgey123 (scratches all over his face, neck, chest and arms), BraveMurderDay (ripped tendon in his forearm), GroovyDruid (holding his severed ear to his head as blood still trickled down his neck), Assassin (missing a huge chunk of flesh from his leg), deep-techno (who had been bayoneted in the stomach and was now trying to plug his stomach with a rolled-up shirt so that the acid wouldn't escape but it did anyway, into the shirt, and he luckily wasn't burned much), and many more.

The troops were moving off and retreating, Gamester or whatever the creature was, kept them retreating, those that shot at him, found themselves getting ripped in half by his awesome power.

"I WILL PREVAIL!" roared the creature, "JUSTICE WILL PREVAIL!"

Three helicopters appeared on the scene, Gamester didn't bother to blink, he just waved his hand and they exploded in mid air.

Gamester creature thing then used his reading abilities to search for others, he "saw" them and decided a course of action was required. a large light surrounded Gamester and then there were two creatures, one took off in the direction of the others, while Original Gamester stayed.

Flying; the secondary Gamester came across the train, and then flew on a bit, before destroying the rails, the soldiers on the train, opened fire, but Gamester 2 just killed them, the train continued on, since the conductor wanted to remain safe and alive and get the "monsters" he was carrying to the camps. He should of stopped, that was his last thought as the lead car was obliterated by fire. that got the rest of the soldiers attention as Gamester 2 brought the train to a quick halt, they all stepped out and the secondary killed them with one fell swoop of fire.

Opening the doors, The Secondary Gamester roared, "YE WHO ARE PRISONERS ARE NOW FREE!"

Back in the Routemaster, Cheerlessleader heard a low rumble in the distance. She looked out the front window, and she couldn't believe what she saw: it was the Russian mafia, with high-power weapons! They fired at the road blocks, destroying them instantly. The tanks stopped, and one of them opened, and CL could not believe who crawled out the top! It was Tom, who used to work with her at TASC. (not a WP member as far as I know) Tom jumped out of the tank, and said, "Hey, Meneenda" then pulled two cotton balls out of his mouth and said (in a normal voice) "I'm sure you weren’t expecting that, were you, Melinda?" CL was stunned "What.... how... how..." she stammered. "It's always the person you least suspect, isn't it? I knew that if I posed as a total loser and bragged about being head of the Russian mafia, no-one would suspect me!" He grinned. "Very clever. Does this mean that all your stories are true? That you lost all your equiptment, yet won all you battles without a single injury?" CL inquired. "No, quite the opposite really. It was all a charade so that no-one would suspect me." He replied. "Are you... an aspie?" "Yes I am, and that's why I used my troops to save you." CL stepped a little closer. Tom didn't smell as bad as usual, and his acne had cleared up a bit. MEEEEEP!! The wrongplaneteers in the routemaster had become impatient, and honked the horn. "I guess we'd best be going" said CL as she ran back towards the Routemaster. "Ballarat ho!"

Speedy waited out of harms reach, waiting for his moment. Waiting for the chance to get the answer back in the right hands. Waiting for Icarus to...

THNK!

"What was tha...ohh, you killed him"

"Yes, your problem is?"

"Nothing, it is just you did not have to remove his head in order to do so"

"I was in the moment. Put the uniform on, it is your turn, now. Good fortune"

"Yes, peace out, or whatever..."

Speedy donned the fallen guard's uniform, and marched towards the prison gates. This part would have to take time. In order to enter without alerting the guards, Speedy would have to continue the rest of that shift. He continued his parameter patrol for 2 more hours, then he could finally enter the prison. He had to pray, to which god he was not certain, but one of them aught to have something for him. To pray that there was enough chaos ensuing that none of the guards recognised their former captive, that he could remain in the guise of a NT soldier for long enough, that he may find the answer, and his hat.

"Thor" Speedy said to himself,

"What was that, soldier?"

"Nothing serjeant, a cough, nothing more"

Come on, method acting, come on, what animal is a guard like? That is the one...Speedy was now one of the guards, having given himself the mission of relieving the answer and the hat from the confides of the prison. The followed the rest of his shift to the guard house, then took a turn to the office block. Saluting his way through more guards and doors, he searched room after room until he came across a room filled with all manner of things, heavy coats, weighted blankets, shelf upon shelf of pills. There was a computor on a desk, so Speedy pulled up a chair and began hacking his way in. There was a file that caught his attention. He opened them both to reveal the full horror of the current climate. Wikipedia, blogthings and Wrong Planet had been shut down. This was bad news. He kept looking around the room, and found his cowboy hat. Yes, he thought, one down, one to go. There was a safe in the corner, which proved to be of little use against the lock picking kit Icarus handed to him. Within seconds, he was in, and there it was, the answer. This was too easy, he thought, just like Sierra Madre. And just like Sierra Madre, it is going to get a lot more interesting trying to get out of here.

There was a window, Speedy checked to see what the surrounding area was like. No guards. There is the guard block. Now this is too easy. He loaded up a bag with everything that would fit, and dumped it out of the window. He made his way outside, but was accosted by an officer

"Ah, guard, I need an errand run for me. Could you take this to G Block Warden, please?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Bugger. This hindered the plan a great deal. Icarus would be wondering what the delay was. Too long a delay, the mission would be aborted from the outside. Icarus would be gone, he could go on without me. It is alright for him, travelling so fast, I do not even have the slightest idea where I am. My bag is outside the office block, if they find that then I am in the s**t. If I run for it, I will probably get gunned down before I even get to the gate. I shall just ahve to risk it.

Speedy purposefully marched round the prison until he could find G Block. This is where the trouble starts, he thought. G Block was completely cordoned off, with more guards than any other Block. It looked familiar. It was the block everyone had been held in, and now Speedy had to go back in there, with a message for the warden. He was thinking about the potential outcome of this scenario. Not that long ago, Speedy had crash-landed on earth, was immediately arrested and taken to what he now knew to be G Block. He had been hit across the head, which left him feeling sketchy about the details of his internment, but knew full well that the warden of this prison block would recognise him, and his cover would be blown. Having got as far as the gate, there was no way now that he could turn back...

With everything taken care of, Gamester became one again. More powerful then ever, and quite surprised that someone had sent the Russian Mafia.

Gathering his strength, Gamester sought out Speedy and Icarus, and found them. Disappearing, he appeared at the end of the hall that Speedy was in. Gamester had come in with a prison uniform.

"Guard," said Gamester to Speedy, "Stop."

"What for?" said Speedy.

Gamester smiled, "Because you're going to need backup ," said Gamester, "I'm Lord Gamester, and I'm the guy going to make sure you and Icarus get out of here....alive."

Then TheAPERSON shouted: (check signature)

"I do not wish to appear rude, My Lord, but I am afraid I do not recognize you, nor am I aware of your ability to rescue me. And how do you know about Icarus? Are you from the WP? Of course, if you know of a way to get me out of this prison, with my hat, and the answer, and manage to maintain my addiction to breathing, then I shall gladly accept your help. This message has to be passed to the warden, but he will know who I am, that is the problem. Do you know of a solution? We do not have much time..."

Gamester nodded in ascent.

"I am indeed from the WP," he said, "I did the smart thing when the registration arose before it was clear that it was a target, I registered as an NT, and since I did it under no duress, I was off their radar, and that made things easier to help watch out for those who were noticeable."

Gamester's hand glowed and immediately fire, specifically Hellfire raged around the complex, blowing up things and setting off alarms and rousing people to attention.

"Does that pique your curiosity?" asked Gamester, "Because if you want, I can destroy this whole joint in one fell swoop and then get you out of here."

"You possess some interesting powers, that much is true. I must conceed, and accept your help. It is best not to make it too distracting to look at, otherwise I could be stuck here for a while. I am not too keen on unneccessary bloodshed, but if the situation requires it, for instance, the warden, then fine, but these guards are people too, no matter what they do. If it is at all possible, could you direct some specific hellfire in the general direction of the prison archives? The less these hunters have to go on, the better chance we have of getting away, hassle free..."

Speedy was intrigued by this entity, he was no stranger to the black arts, but to see them used so, well, was new to him. This sorceror, or whatever he may be, could wield such magic like never seen before. He did not fear the power, he could feel it, the charge in the air was intense

"So are we leaving, or do I have to wait until the nick of time, because I must tell you, that method is overrated..."

Gamester smiled.

"I'm not alone in the destruction of this place," he said, "As we speak, three stolen military helicopters are enroute, along with the best soldiers that I have at my disposal."

As they spoke, shots rang out through the camp as parachuter's dropped in guns blazing. Mortars provided cover fire as the jumpers came in. guards rushed to stop them only to be cut down by soldiers already on the ground providing cover fire.

Gamester laughed, "The nick of time," he smiled, "We can leave now, I will leave it to my army to rescue the prisoners here."

Gamester lashed out with another wave, and then held on to Speedy's shoulder as they disappered, right after they did, a bomb shockwave destroyed where they had been standing.

TheAPERSON watched all this from a cliff when he thought he saw deep-techno.

"Is that you, deep-techno?"

"TheAPERSON? I thought you were dead"

"Long story" said TheAPERSON. "C'mon, Gamester and Speedy will sort everything out. I think it's time we headed back for Britain."


However, something happened that stopped them from returning.

Soldiers from the camp had appeared at the base of the cliff, and pointed weapons at Deep and The APERSON. "You will come with us prisoners," said the lead soldier, "Or die right here."

Gamester appeared behind the soldiers with Speedy in tow.

"I think not," said Gamester as his eyes glowed green and his hands glowed red.

"SAGAHUN!" was the roar that was heard, there was a loud squelching sound and the heads of the soldiers, ten in all blew off them, leaving blood and guts everywhere.

"That was fun," said Gamester, as he magified again, and Icarus appeared via magical transportation.

With all the road blocks destroyed, and the guards either dead or missing, the Routemaster continued on its merry way to Ballarat.

Deep-Techno, TheAPERSON, Gamester, Speedy and Icarus gathered together. This was an important moment, one which would mould a team destined to save the WrongPlaneteers. They began to discuss what they could bring to the team, Speedy bludgeoning his way to be first speaker,

"The first thing we need to decide upon is a name. Something like the Wrong Warriors..."

There was a groan from the others. Speedy was oblivious to this blatent attempt to shut him up, so he continued to talk,

"So has anyone got any suggestions, or can we go with my idea?"