Charlie - chapter 65

Here was the plan:
Laura would radio her entire team of G.I. Joe ninjas to head towards Theo's house in more of those angry Magic School Buses of hers while we do the same. We should all be able to get back there in ten minutes. After we all arrive, we were going to shoot and blow up anyone and anything that got into our way, pick up Wolfgang where we left him, maybe kick Kyle in the shins (Theo's suggestion) for being such a traitor, convince the Justice League to come back to following Mr. Kent's orders (shouldn't be too hard, said Mr. Kent, if worst comes to worst he just has to fork over a few rare issues in his superman comics collection to bribe them and they'll do anything he says instantly), and finally leave for the Terrorist Union's island (or Mr. Dragon's den, as Laura likes to call it) with all the ammunition we can carry.
It would be like Rambo, only in real life.
We climbed into Laura's flying vehicle, which Eric the Ninja likes to call the 'flyasaurus' (he gave it that name after inventing it by combining mechanisms of a monster truck with that of a military airship prototype), even though it doesn't resemble any species of dinosaur that I know of. Despite the outward appearance, the interior of the flyasaurus was quite roomy, with enough space to seat 15 people. The instrumentation in the flyasaurus were much more complex than what was in the Justice League hovercraft. I couldn't figure them out.
Mr. Kent was also very impressed with the technology of the flyasaurus. He poured himself over the dials and controls and radars and exclaimed repeatedly, 'My goodness gracious, Laura! How did you do it? The ingenuity of this vehicle is nothing short of brilliant! Why I can't even begin to make out the beginning and end of this thing. My goodness indeed!'
Laura just smiled and said, 'I have my helpers'. Graham, Eric, Michael, John, Terry and Terry gave her a satisfied smile each and a thumbs up.
The flyasaurus took off smoothly. We had decided that we would travel by air and do a drop-down landing once we're flying above Theo's house.
I sat next to Theo and Dennis sat next to me. Since we were passengers, we sat in the backseats while Laura and the G.I. Joe ninjas took up their stations around the front.
'Since we're heading back to your house with the intention to fight Kyle, are you worried that your house might get really shot-up?' I asked Theo.
Theo looked at me for a second and smiled, 'I won't worry about it, it's nothing that repairs can't fix. I resented Kyle painting the walls of the house that light pinkish color, it needs a good renovation anyway.'
'And plus, I always wanted to do something like this,' said Dennis leaning over to join the conversation, 'Trash my own house, I mean. It happened in Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Batman Begins, and Lethal Weapon, multiple times too!'
'You like movies, so do I!' I said to Dennis.
'Action movies especially. Ever seen The Matrix?' He asked.
'Yeah! My favorite part is where Neo fights Agent Smith in the subway.'
'My favorite is the rooftop scene. With the Bullet-time, it a classic now.'
Dennis and I listed our top-ten favorite scenes from the movie and then quoted some dialogue from it too. Then we got to discussing like most Matrix fans how the sequels sucked and before we know it, Theo tapped both of us on the shoulder and said, 'Laura is telling us, that we'll arrive in two minutes, you two movie-lovers should suit up.'
'Aww I wish I can slow time down like they do it in the Matrix.' Dennis lamented.
We glanced at her and saw that while we were talking she had gotten into a black ninja suit identical to the ones Graham, Eric, Michael, John, Terry and Terry were wearing. Mr. Kent had changed into a suit also.
Dennis and I stepped into a pair of black ninja suits each. The suit was equipped with tear gas grenades, explosive grenades, glue grenades, perfume grenades (Laura said she'll explain later), and other ninja weapons. I thought the assorted grenades were the most interesting.
'Wait, how are we going to-' Dennis began, but he got interrupted when a stream of clangs assaulted my ears. Judging by this sudden explosion of machinegun fire, we've already touched down somewhere on or near Theo's house, and someone - or everyone - was shooting.