One+Chance,+Wynn

“It’s almost time, Ren,” said my brother, putting on his mask.

“I know. Let's go,” I said, pulling on my mask.

We walked out of the house, putting our bags on our backs and our masks on tight. We hopped onto the motorcycle parked in the alleyway.

“I wonder how well it will fall,” said my brother, looking at the tall building a few blocks away.

“Well, it depends on how much explosive we put down,” I said, readjusting my leather mask.

“Hey, bro?”

“Yah?”

“Why is your mask so scary and cool? I mean, you can’t even see your mouth with that detachable part.”

“Look, you have a detachable part on your mask too.”

“Yah, but yours is cooler.”

“Are we going to blow up the building or not?”

“Yes, the building will go boom and the people will scream. Their bones will be crushed, the flesh on them tasty and the blood...oh, it will taste so good.”

“Why do you always act like a cannibal? Never mind. I don’t want to ask, so get ready.”

We rode towards the building. It was a particularly tall one mostly because of a bunch of bankers and accountants. We walked around the building placing down these explosives that looked like rocks.

“Hey, Ren. You ready?” asked my brother.

“Yeah, how about you?”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Let's eat.”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Me and my brother went across the city to our favorite restaurant. Before we went in the restaurant, we took off our masks.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif;"> “Man, I love this Chinese restaurant.” I said, sitting at a table for two.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“What would you two like?” said an old Chinese man smiling.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“We’ll take some noodles,” I said, looking at the man directly in the eyes.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“And some honey chicken,” said Jack, bouncing in his chair.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Okay. We’ll bring your food in 5-10 minutes.”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Thank you.” I said.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">The food came 7 minutes later. “Kinda hot.” said Jack

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Yah,” I said, trying to eat the noodles.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“I like your hair. It’s very curly and unique,” said a girl, walking up behind our table. “Oh and your eyes are green and blue. Cool.”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Thanks. You have nice long wavy black hair, I guess. And your brown eyes are nice. I think,” said Jack.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Well, thank you. Can I sit with you guys?”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Sure,” said Jack. Jack and the girl talked the whole time we ate. Apparently her name was Kate.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“So what do your parents do?” asked Kate.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“We don’t know. We haven't seen them since we were 10 so, 7 years ago,” said Jack.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Oh, my dad's a police officer currently working on the Bomber Brothers,” said Kate.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Me and Jack look at each other. “Cool. I feel like they want to be caught,” I said.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Maybe,” said Jack.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Wait, do you know them?” asked Kate.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Oh, yah,” I said, pulling out the detonator and pressing the button. A few seconds later a loud boom went off.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Go ahead and call your dad,” I said, smiling.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Wait, so you're the Bomber Brothers?” she asked, frightened.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">We pulled out our leather masks and put them on. “Hello, we are the Bomber Brothers. Now what is your name, pretty lady?” said Jack, putting his boot on the table.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">She pulled out her phone and called someone. “Dad, go to Chong’s. The <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 15.6000003814697px;">Bomber Brothers <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">are here.”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“So what do you do for a living?” asked my brother.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“I’m in high school,” she said, scared.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Oh we are too, right bro?”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Yes, Jack,” I said.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">The police get to Chong’s and open the door, barging in with guns.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Your dad's here, Kate.”

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Get on the ground!” screamed a police officer.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Okay.” I said.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Wait, you're not going to put up a fight or blow yourself up?” asked another cop, walking towards us with handcuffs.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“We want to see are parents. You put them in jail when we were six. Therefore, take us to jail please,” Jack said, accepting the cuffs on his hands.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">The ride to jail was short, only ten minutes. Of course Jack sang the whole time. When moving through the jail we saw men and women. We got to an area where they sat us down in chairs and locked us up.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“Where are our parents?” asked Jack.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“They died a long time ago,” said a man, walking towards a control panel.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">“So you're going to kill us?” I asked, “You do realize if we die a nuke will go off. The nuke is connected to our bodies. If you try to take it out, we will die killing everyone in a five hundred mile radius. Do it, I dare you.”