Chapter Fifteen: “Weasel”



“Hey guys, I wonder if it’d be better to not save the prisoners.” Hip Chick said. “Huh?” “Well, we sneak around a lot, and if we had a big group we’d always be seen. “Hmm… Good point. Right, we’ll leave the prisoners for a while.” Grath said. “I don’t care. Whatever.” Said Cyber Tooth. “I wonder where on the station, Deathbot is…” Said BB. “I don’t know.” “Well, if we can find him, and destroy him, maybe it’ll stop this whole planet thing.” “That would be good.” Jonman said. “I’d like to scrap that soup can of a lizard.” “Come on, lets get to a map. You know, I just thought of something. The enemies know we’re here, and will be after us. We’d better watch our backs.” Said Hip. “Right. Also, lets watch out sides and front too.” The group searched around a while, when finally, they found a map. “Now where would Deathbot most likely hang out on this station?” The group looked for a while. They decided that the most likely place would be a spot on the map that said, “Deathbot’s Room”. The group headed that way, sneaking around, and dodging guards. They finally got to the room, and the metal door was locked. “Someone blast it.” “I’ve got it!” Grath said, and shot an acid beam at the door, which melted to the floor. The group went in and looked around. Deathbot was not there.



“Deathbot, a silent trip wire alarm has gone off in your room.” A large rat said to Deathbot. “Really?” Deathbot replied. “Hmm… Must be those prisoners that caused the yellow rubber rafts. They’re still alive? Must be good. Send The Weasel down there to take care of them.” “Yes, sir.” “I could take them out!” Elim said. “No, Eliminator, I need you here.”



The group sat down to rest a minute, when suddenly, out from the doorway jumped a skinny weasel with a white cloth tied around it’s forehead. It was carrying a sword in each hand. “What is that?” BB said. The weasel looked over at him and talked in some foreign language. Then he jumped up high into the air, raising his swords above his head. BB barely rolled out of his chair in time. In one-hundredth second, the weasel came down and sliced the chair in half. Then it stood up and spun around to face the group so fast, he was hardly seeable. He charged at the group, swinging his swords madly. The group dodged out of the way just in time, making his swords slice right through the wall. The weasel turned around and yelled in foreign language again. “Oh, boy.” Grath said. “This is one fast guy.” The weasel was in the air again, his swords shining above his head, but this time his lfg 8,000,000,000. With a shot the weasel came down in a case of ice. “That’s that.” “Come on,” Cyber Tooth said. “We’ve got to get him out of here so we can surprise Deathbot when he comes in.”