"Hey," he says.

I close the door, sitting on the chair immediately after getting in.

"Anything new?" He asks.

I shake my head and get back to looking him in the eye straight after.

"Then why the urgent meeting?" He asks.

"I-I-," I start.

"Speak up!" He says.

He slams both his hands on the table, which means he is getting impatient. For knowing body language, why the fuck does he have such an obvious one? Surely he would have a less notable difference in behavior when he is angry or sad or happy or whatever he is that moment... right?

"Stop thinking so much and answer me," he says.

"I heard that the police is going to investigate the incident because W-Wendy's dad went missing," I lie.

"Really now?" He asks.

"I heard them, sir. Outside the gate," I lie.

"What were they saying?" He asks.

He's leaned back, relaxed. Fuck. He doesn't believe me. Okay Kyle. Remember theatre? It's the same thing here.

"He told his partner that 'He had never seen a building like this' and 'It looks unstable. Might be a building violation.' His partner told him that they weren't 'Looking for that.' She said that they were looking for a missing person and the first officer said that he should put this up on their list. They went north from here," I lie.

He straightens his back. Score.

"Apparently this could give a hefty bill if someone said this was not build by the guidelines. Plus, the cages might be an immediate step in the wrong direction," I say.

He looks very scared of this. Although he calms down... fuck.

"Anything else?" He asks.

"I-um-I," I say.

This cannot be enough time for them, we were talking about knocking him out in three to two minutes. That might be critical.

"If you don't, I want to go check the cages," he says.

"I-eh. I do," I lie.

"Speak," he says.

I'm so sorry Leo... and myself.

"I- I," I say.

"You what? I have somewhere to be. What is it?" He asks.

I hop up and kiss him.
EW EW EW EW, Nazi lips! Nope! Better have enough time or I did this just because.

"What the fuck, Jew?" He asks.

"I- sorry, sir," I say.

"Better be!" He says.

I look at the clock and then push him against the wall. I then kick him between the legs, which he cries a bit too much because of.

"Wendy!" I say.

She comes in and starts tying (or taping) him to the wall. When he is there, held still, I nod and get at Cartman's desk.

"You know, what to do?" I ask.

She lets her wing out and nods.

"See you soon," she says.

I smile at her, and wave. She jumps out the window with a last 'Good luck'.

"Good luck to you too!" I yell after her.

Okay. Where is the fire alarm?

"Where the fuck is it?" I ask.

I finally find it... and it's one of those you open with a fucking hammer. Is nothing on my side today?

"Fuck off," I whisper.

I open Cartman's drawers, ignoring the... well... objects, just to take a bit of metal.

"Why the fuck do you have a fucking metal pipe here?" I ask, facing Cartman.

I see the note next to it, reading it quickly.

"Planned to kill me today? Really now? Pathetic," I say.

I put the metal pipe against his chest.

"I would kill you with this, just for the irony, sorry I couldn't help the urge to make a pun. I always liked metal, you know? Blood tastes like iron," I say.

He looks terrified. Of course this is just me trying to get just that reaction... like always when I sound terrifying.

"Oh? Is mommy's boy afraid of death? Don't worry about feeling anything like that," I say.

I put the pipe against his neck, without any pressure.

"I'm not despicable enough to make you feel it," I say.

The metal pipe travels to under his chin.

"Unlike someone I know. And I would continue this little chat of ours but I am in a hurry. Goodbye Eric, hopefully we don't cross paths again... don't you think just the same?" I ask.

I get the pipe off of him and hit the fire alarm with it. The glass protecting it flies around. Just for good measure, I step on most of the pieces while getting to the door.

"I wish you nothing but hell," I say.

I open the door and get out, hitting the door shut with the pipe just to fuck with the world. The door actually gets bend in... holy fuck.

"I just-. Why do I always do something awesome when nobody else is anywhere to know about it?" I ask.

I run down to the cages, just in time.

"Stan! You might need this," I say.

I give him the pipe.

"What-?" He asks.

"It works sort of like a baseball bat. Just in case you need to hit something," I say.

"Thanks," he says.

"I don't know why that is thanking worthy but you're welcome," I say.

Stan gets out from the window with a wave.

"Kyle! Are you okay?" Kenny asks, coming to hug me.

"Y-Yeah. Where is Leo?" I ask.

"Here," Leo says.

"I'm sorry. I might have had to do something-," I start.

"Why are you asking me for the right to do something that literally saved my life?" Leo asks.

I hug him. There is a loud noise, I take my gun.

"Go on-," I start.

"What?" Kenny asks.

"I heard something," I say.

"What?" Kenny asks.

"I don't know. Now you two-get out!" I say.

"Leo, go," Kenny says.

He takes his gun, the loud noise comes again... it's gunshots.

"Oh shut up," Kenny whispers.

He pushes Leo out.

"Go!" He yells.

"You got my back?" I ask.

He nods and I point the gun forward as the men come in, pointing their guns at us.