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“Quick, hide,” Shanti whispered. She grabbed Tiara’s face. “Tiara, can you make a sad face?”
She stuck out her lip.
“Great. When he comes, you make a sad face, tell him you’re lost and need help. And then we’ll clobber him over the head and take his card key.”
“Okay,” Tiara said. The girls ducked behind some large pipes. “Wait … what?”
“Hey!” the guard shouted. “What are you doing here?”
Tiara’s eyes widened and her lips quivered. “I came down here for some gummi bears and I got lost.”
“Really?” the guard said, tucking away his flashlight.
Tiara smiled. “No. Not really. I’m supposed to get you over here so my friends can hit you over the head and take your card key.”
“Balls,” Petra whispered.
“What?” the guard said.
With a “Kee-yah!” Jennifer leapt up from her hiding place and pinched the guard’s neck near the clavicle.
The guard whirled around. “What the …?”
“Crap. That always works on Star Trek.”
“It’s over here.” Petra pinched the other side of the guy’s neck and he dropped like a sandbag.
“Whoa. How’d you learn to do that?”
She put a hand on her hip. “Please. I’m a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don’t know how to defend myself?”
The girls swiped the card. The door opened and they pulled the guy inside.
“Whoa. Holy secret arsenal, Batman.” Jennifer whistled.
The walls gleamed with guns, assault rifles, grenades … things they’d only seen in blockbuster summer movies.
“I’m guessing The Corporation’s expanding its product line.” Shanti picked up a souped-up assault rifle with a scope on the end, then put it back gently.
“This is insane,” Nicole said.
“What’s really going on?”
“I might ask you the same question, ladies.” Harris stood in the open doorway wearing a Three Stooges T-shirt and plaid golf pants. In his hand was a putter. “What are you doing here?”
“Adina needed a tampon?” Tiara said.
“Huh. Why don’t I believe you?” Harris closed and locked the door. Swinging the putter, he made a slow circle of the room, forcing the girls away into a corner. “See, I think you girls are much smarter and savvier than anybody here knows.” Harris gestured to the walls of guns. “Welcome to our secret room. Got some nice automatic weapons. Grenades. Some beautiful killing machines, really. Here’s my personal favorite.” Harris opened a small steel door and took out a jar of Lady ’Stache Off.
“That’s hair remover,” Petra said.
“Looks like it. Actually, if you change one element, it becomes a pretty powerful explosive. Just needs some sort of charge.”
“Where’s Mary Lou?” Adina demanded.
Harris grinned. “Your friend got a little nosy.”
“I’ll ask you again: Where is she?”
