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Chapter 3 Act 2: Fake for your Life, George Maxwell

Following such an enigmatic encounter, GG could only stand there, speechless for a concerning amount of time, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone process the events he’d just lived through his head was already chock full of confusion not knowing if Jess was even alive, and now that he knew, he was only more in the dark than ever

All of this much to the worry of Terry, who could only watch as he wouldn’t receive any answers as to what led him to such a state, “hello? You gonna say anything?” he called out in worry and confusion, “is he broken?” he muttered

“SHE’S ALIVE!” GG shouted, abruptly snapping out of his trance before suddenly dashing forward!

This of course, prompted Terry immediately to fly after him “Hey hey! What's going on?” He questioned

“Didn’t you hear me!?” he continued yelling

“Yes! I heard you the first 8 times, WHO’s alive?”

GG took some time to gather his thoughts as he slowed himself down mentally and physically, once at a complete stop, he took a deep breath before he finally spoke “Ok, it’s a long story”

one brief recap later

“So she’s still around?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!”

“So what’s the plan then?”

“Ain't it obvious? We’re going to that casino and we’re gonna get to the bottom of this!”

“Wait how do you know she’s there?”

“That was the last place I saw her and her mask was a giant playing card, it’s not rocket science”

“Well for all you know it could be some kinda imposter to lure you there”

“No no, having the same powers is one thing, but those eyes I’d recognize anywhere, those sparkling ocean-y blue… warm cozy orange… uh- point is, I know her when I see her!”

“Right… and how are you getting there?”

“Well I’ll just, uhh…. Hmm…”

“C’mon, lets head back into town”

The duo made their way to the local library, hopping on one of the computers for answers but when they looked up the location of the Mansion of cards, they were shocked at the results, or lack thereof

“Nothing?!” GG shouted out (quietly of course), flabbergasted, grumbling as he stormed out

“We’ll find another way” Terry attempted to reassure GG as he followed him onto the street

“Think, think, if I was some information I couldn’t find online where would I be…” GG muttered while he continued to pace around town, it was at this moment the duo came across a store with Tv’s adorning its display window, and a very convenient news report played on them

“And despite their full relocation to their orbital station, rumors are circulating of several Toppats remaining consistently on earth, the government comments that they are looking into these rumors on the chance of any operating Toppat bases remaining on earth”

Seeing this, a lightbulb formed in GG’s head and he bolted off again

“Where are you going this time?” Terry asked as he gave chase

“Well, the government knows where anything’s anywhere! I’m betting that they’ll know where that casino is!”

“And how are you gonna find them?”

“C’mon it was obvious those ‘rumored Toppats’ are me, and where was I last?” he finished his spiel as he positioned himself behind a bush, lo and behold, there was the government, having set up an improvised base at that same pop-up fair, he gave a proud smirk at Terry,who was rather surprised and impressed

He then began to step out “alrighty, let’s go, in n’ out, grab something to eat and hit the road-”

Before abruptly being pulled back in by the Cowboy “what are you doing?!”

“What? I took care of the hard part, didn’t I?”

“And you didn’t think of what to do when they recognized you as their stray Toppat?”

“… huh, might’ve overlooked that”

Terry simply grimaced in silence as GG began thinking to himself again, soon he noticed a pair of discreet looking soldier hats peering in the distance “A-ha!” he said, sneaking towards them, before jumping up and diving on them, he threw a veritable flurry of punches and kicks, swinging wildly like his life depended on it til he’d run out of breath, “had enough…?” he huffed in between exhausted breaths

It was at this moment he realized the hats he’d been swinging at didn’t actually have any people attached to them, just propped up by a duffle bag, leaning on a tree, “… meant to do that” GG awkwardly said, much to Terry’s judgemental silence

The duo proceeded to don the disguises, stash their own headwear in the duffle bag and made their way to the tents, attempting to be as nonchalant as possible, being pleasantly surprised by how they remained entirely undetected for the entire time as they entered one of the tents

Empty, with just a lone computer sitting in the middle, bound to be bearing all the information they needed, practically gift wrapped for them!

“Well that’s… convenient” Terry said

“Sweet, in ‘n out, just like I said!” GG replied as Terry approached, leaving the boy closer to the entrance as lookout

Several minutes later

GG paced the floor, growing impatient and paranoid “Anything yet?” he asked

“Nothing, the whole thing’s locked”

“Well we gotta figure out something, and fast! I don’t know how much longer until someone-”

All of a sudden, the tent entrance behind GG was pulled open, causing GG to jump back in surprise!

“What are you doing here? The meeting’s about to start!” the man exclaimed

GG panicked for a moment before replying “R-right! That meeting about… uhh…”

“The spy running amok in our base!”

“HOW DI-” GG yelped before having his mouth slapped shut by Terry, “Of course! We’ll be right there commander…” Terry intentionally dragged out his last words as he read the man’s name tag “Price!”

“Come on then” Rupert turned, leading the duo to the tent the meeting would be held, GG and Terry followed but purposefully lagged slightly behind to have a quick discussion of their own

“What are we gonna do, he’s onto us!” GG whispered, expressing his worry

“No, he isn’t” Terry reassured, “They were already gonna have this meeting so there must be some other mole, and I’m willing to bet once they get that poor schmuck they’ll take their data off lockdown and then we can get what we need and get outta here”

“Yeah, that makes sense” GG calmed himself as they entered the tent, “yeah, how hard could it be?”

The duo stepped in the tent, seeing a large table sprawled out with many government workers seated around, from foot soldiers to engineers, researchers and helicopter pilots, even a local technician who only recently arrived to fix the coffee machine. It was clear no stone would be left unturned in this search

GG and Terry couldn’t help but feel pits in their stomachs as they dropped their duffle bag in a corner and took their seats at the roundtable, with that Rupert began his announcement

“As you all know, The General recently contacted us about the recent raids across our mobile bases, the culprit has been traced to this base and they’re now sitting here in this very room!”

Tensions were rising by the second as everyone around the table stared one another down with suspicious glares, murmuring amongst themselves about every possible who, what, and why that crossed their minds

This went on for only a little until Rupert spoke up again, “Settle down, settle down! One at a time!”

Seeing an opportunity to alleviate potential suspicion of him and GG, Terry raised his hand and called out “I’ll go first” he said, “Commander Price, as you know me and private over here were inspecting one of the computers when you found us, making sure the lockdown was thorough and whatnot”

“Right, and what were you two doing beforehand?”

There was a short pause of silence before GG blurted out “Lunch break”

Another person at the table interjected “Hey, now that I think about it, I don't know if I’ve seen either of you here today before this meeting…”

A brief moment of murmuring erupted amongst the group until GG spoke up again “we were really late! Bad traffic”

“Most of the path here was on foot through the woods”

“Woods traffic”

“He means we got lost” Terry added

“There was a clear and easy path”

“Bees”

“It's almost winter”

“Did I say bees? I meant leaves, slipped on some real bad then I don’t even remember what happened”

“So you two managed to slip on some leaves, black out, and end up lost in the woods for hours?”

“Yes”

The room devolved to deafening silence once again, much to the rising stress of GG and Terry as they could only sit there, hoping and praying their ridiculous story would by bought

After little time at all, the room collectively groaned and sighed “again?” one person said “that’s the third time this week!”

Surprised, yet thankful, the delinquent duo went along with this “yeah, we really gotta get that under control”

The duo felt relief at this, it looked like they were in the clear until those hopes were dashed by a loud and sudden “I don’t buy it!” coming from across the room

“So this ‘happens all the time’ at the same time all these raids have been going on, and on top of that, once these two stooges show their faces, the first thing they’re found doing is sticking their noses in the computers? Fishy, real fishy!”

“Objection!” GG exclaimed

“This isn’t a courtroom” Terry said

“Overruled!” GG retorted before continuing his point “If you’re so comfy pointing fingers, what’s your alibi then?”

“I was inspecting one of the helicopters, and its pilot was watching me the entire time” the suspecting soldier proclaimed, gesturing to the pilot next to him in a full face covering helmet, who simply gave a nod in response

Terry thought for a second before he replied “and they’re your only witness?”

“…Well, yes, but that’s not the point!”

“And pray-tell, has anyone else seen either of you two before now?”

Chatter started up again as the crew collectively realized that they also hadn’t seen much of this particular soldier nor the pilot throughout the day

The suspecting soldier rebutted, exclaiming “hey hey! That doesn’t make you two any less guilty!”

“Getting awful deflect-y are we?”

“YOU WERE DEFLECTING FIRST”

In no time flat, the meeting devolved into a cacophony of screaming heads and pointing fingers, so naturally, Rupert had to speak up “Everyone! Calm down, this is getting us nowhere!” He yelled, prompting an immediate silence before he spoke once more “clearly you four are all guilty as hell, but there's still the rest of the tent to question, so unless any of you have anything of substance to say, just keep your mouth shut” and with that, Rupert moved on to interrogating everyone else at the roundtable

Meanwhile, GG and Terry were starting to get at wit’s end as they were only seeming more and more guilty

“Ough… what do we do…?” GG worriedly whispered

Terry just sat there, thinking for a moment before whispering back, “hmmm… does that guy seem… familiar?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something about that voice, that weirdly high amount of aggression, I just can’t put my finger on it”

“Huh… now that ya mention it, does rings some bells” GG said, as he subtly took a second glance, noticing something rather peculiar about the one adorned in a pilot helmet

“Is he… looking somewhere?” he noted, seeing his face covered foe staring in a seemingly random spot, yet keeping their eye on it like a cat owner would their newly built house of cards

This went on until the other suspecting soldier rather unsubtly nudged them to stop

Curious, GG took a look at that corner, “The duffle bag?” he thought aloud, prompting Terry to attempt to slowly yet surely inch his leg over to the corner to reach it, moving as carefully as possible to not cause a scene, soon enough, he’d finally have the strap of the bag snagged by the tip of his boot, and with just as much careful movement as before, he’d gradually pull back the bag

Once they had it, the delinquent duo carefully took a second look inside the sack, noticing their golden ticket, buried deep under all the junk both they put and that was there in the first place

With confidence, Terry called out once more, “I’ve got something to say!”

Much to Rupert’s dismay, “This better be good” he groaned, disgruntled

“Oh, I just wanted to ask our finger-pointing friend here, why did you want to be here in the government in the first place?”

Rather confusedly, the suspecting soldier replied “I mean, for just about the same reason any of us have, am I right?”

“Oh sure” GG snarkily remarked, “there's the free coffee, copious amounts of weapons everywhere, or maybe you just think ya look snazzy in green?”

“Yeah, that’s all true” Terry remarked “But what I really like is that rush of knowing the world’s just a bit of a better place with every scumbag we put behind bars!”

The suspecting soldier just stared and said, “where are you going with this?”

“Ah, nothing,” Terry snidely snapped “it’s just a pity how rare that can be, I mean just look at the Toppat clan, always evading us at every which way, it’s too bad not every gang can go down as easy as… ah, what were their names again? The ones with the bikes?”

The soldier winced for a split second

“The… Rubber runts? Unicycles united? The sputter brothers?” The boy listed in a lackadaisical manner as the ‘soldier’ silently and subtly shook and seethed in his seat, while his helmeted confidant repeatedly gestured at him to calm down

“Yeah, they go down so quick and easy it’s hardly worth it to remember their names-”

“IT’S THE MOTOR MAFIA YOU ABSOLUTE DUMMKOPFS!” The false soldier screeched with rage, as he hopped on to the table, his hat falling off to reveal the iconic, incriminating lime-green mohawk belonging to none other than Punkhauser of the Motor Mafia!

Within seconds, his rage subsided and was quickly substituted with an instant regret, at the same time, all eyes not on him were locked on the so-called pilot by his side the whole time

Seeing no point in keeping up the charade anymore, they shrugged and removed their helmet, revealing the hockey mask underneath of Auspuff

“Your honor, I rest my case” GG said, as he reached into the duffle bag and Tossed Punkhauser’s helmet at him, sitting back, he and Terry drank in the pride of a job well done

Rupert, on the other hand, wasn't quite ready to take this revelation at face value, turning to the boy, he asked, “Wait… what else is in that bag?”

In no time flat, the duo’s relief and pride shattered and their eyes shot open, quickly GG opened the bag again, taking the briefest of glances inside, before unceremoniously zipping it shut again

“Nope, nothing” he hastily huffed

Rupert, obviously not buying this, approached, “Come on, give me the bag” he said, grabbing and pulling it, prompting the boy to grab back, engaging Rupert in an impromptu tug-o-war

“Just give it!”

“There's nothing!”

This went on for some time until eventually the force of their constant pulling ripped the bag right open, spilling out its contents and making GG fall over, he looked forward on the ground to see his and Terry’s hats, the bow tie, and the jetpack sprawled out in all their incriminating glory, he then looked up to see everyone else, staring down at him, putting two and two together as they reached for their guns, to which GG responded by reaching to the side of the tent and lighting a flame at the tips of his fingers

In seconds, the whole tent was ablaze, sending everyone panicking in all directions, GG and Terry grabbed their stuff then ran for their lives, along with the Motor Mafia goons and the soldiers

Lastly was Rupert, he coughed out of the smoke before yelling “Hurry up! Don’t let them get away!” The troops followed suit, splitting in half to chase the diverging duos down, Terry was ready to fly out of there as soon as he began hearing the sounds of guns loading, But GG wasn’t quite as eager to leave so soon, “Wait! We still need to get the data!” he yelped as he ran into the computer tent again, the cowboy quickly close behind

“Argh, it’s still locked!” Terry exclaimed, panic grew among the duo as the sounds of footsteps and bullets grew ever closer

Soon enough, the tent flaps swung open, “Hands in the air!” Rupert shouted, but to his surprise, the tent was entirely empty, to which he let out a frustrated growl at the fact the delinquents had gotten away again, and still no sign of the Motor mafia after the fire

Meanwhile, a good distance deep into the woods The delinquents sat with the government computer, Terry doing his best to crack the defenses while GG held onto the plug, supplying a steady flow of electricity

“Hmmm, back at home, the password for everything was ‘G0vmntsux3272013’ maybe they’ve got something like that?” GG suggested

“might as well…” Terry sighed as he began to type “T0ppatsux… oh, that actually worked”

Finally the computer and all its contents were open to the duo, they went into their location data and used the built-in printer to make themselves a map, “Finally, we got everything we need, now let's go!” GG cried enthusiastically, dashing into the distance with Terry following close behind, the duo blasted off to begin their journey to the Mansion of Cards

“There’s just one thing I don’t get…” Terry thought aloud, much to GG’s curiosity, “hmm?”

“Why were those Motor Mafia goons raiding the government?”

“Huh, that is pretty weird… eh, I don’t think there’s much need to worry about it now, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it”

“Eh, you’re probably right”

~~~~~~~~[End of Act 2]~~~~~~ . . . . . . . . . . . Epilogue:

After the fire started, Punkhauser and Auspuff dashed away as fast as they could while everyone was distracted, hopping on their bikes they hid in a bush, they rode off for miles until they entered a dark, dingy hideout, welcomed by a loud, pig-like snort “You got the job done?” they were asked by a booming, raspy voice

“Y-yes Roadhog” Punkhauser nervously said, “We made the distraction-”

“And I got the goods!” another sudden, synthesized voice called, and with it, a rambunctious robot that looked like it was made of motorcycle scraps and reassembled a certain Toppat, quickly rolled in and slid a flash drive across the floor, prompting Roadhog to step out of the shadows, revealing her tall stature, brunette, braided hair that stuck out from under her black, horned helmet, spiked sunglasses, gloves and boots

She flashed a wicked, toothy grin as she picked up the drive and stuck it into one of their devices, seeing the government’s massive criminal database sprawled out before them

“Well I’ll say, you buncha thespians are really paying off!”

Another voice was heard from the shadows, “oh-ho! This is just the beginning…” out emerged three figures, the backstage trio of the Rogue’s gallery, Lights, Camera, and Action

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