The Adventures of Kid Combat Volume Two: The Heist of Spring Road Toys Read Free Page B

the door. Samantha began to freak out a bit and ran to the
farthest point away from the door. The two boys quickly saw her and
ran after her.
    Samantha made it all the way to the corner
and then realized how trapped she was. The two boys came up from
behind her and stopped about ten feet short. Confused on what to do
with her, the two boys radioed back to the curator inside.
    “Ah, we have her trapped on the roof, sir.
What would you like us to do next?” one of the boys said.
    “Keep her there. The police will be here
soon. We’ll be right up,” the voice said back over the speaker.
    “You heard him,” the other boy said. “Don’t
try anything funny. We’re bigger than you, and we would hate to
hurt you.”
    Samantha just stood there facing away from
the boys and looked down. It was way too far to jump. There were no
drainage pipes, bushes, or even a dumpster down below to break her
fall. The situation seemed helpless.
    “Samantha, it’s Roller,” came a voice over
her earpiece. “I have an idea, but it’s not the best one I’ve had
in my short career here.” That news didn’t exactly fill Samantha
with confidence. “I’ve managed to hack into the system that
controls the exterior of the museum. Apparently there is a
retractable awning right above the first-floor window that you’re
above. I think I can get it extended, but I have no idea if it will
hold you.”
    Samantha stood there and rolled her eyes. She
couldn’t believe this mission was turning out like this. First she
blew her cover, then she smashed the only evidence she had, and now
she had to jump from a second-floor roof onto an awning that might
or might not hold her.
    “Just do it,” Samantha said back to Roller.
Within seconds, the awning started to extend.
    “Hey, who are you talking too?” one of the
boys asked.
    “I would love to stay and talk to you boys,
but I gotta jet,” Samantha said. She then proceeded to dive off the
roof like she was a high diver at the Olympics. As she fell through
the air, Samantha executed a half circle, proceeded to tuck, and
waited for impact.
    She hit the awning softly. The impact of
falling only twenty feet was nowhere near enough force to send the
small, thin girl through the awning. She bounced up about three
feet, hit the awning again, and rolled off of it. Samantha fell
about seven feet down, but she landed on her feet and sprang back
up.
    She brushed herself off, took a quick look
back up to the boys, and bolted down the street. As she ran north
through the open section of the parking lot, three police cars
drove through the south entrance. With their lights flashing and
their sirens blaring, they rolled in and blocked that entrance. By
then, Samantha was long gone.
    Seconds later, the curator and a boy dressed
in all blue emerged onto the roof. They stepped over the broken
remains of the roof door. The other two boys hurried over to both
of them.
    “She got away, sir. She jumped,” one boy said
to the curator.
“It’s of no matter. Let her go,” the curator said. “Begin your
assignment.”
    “Yes, sir,” the two boys said almost in
unison. They then ran back into the museum.
     
     

     
     
    The curator and the boy in blue stood alone
for a second. The boy in blue wore a hoodie, along with thick
silver sunglasses to conceal his identity. Disgustedly, he shook
his head from side to side at the curator.
    “He won’t be happy with this,” the boy said
to the curator.
    “You don’t need to tell him about this, do
you?” the curator said back. His voice trembled with fear.
    “No, I don’t have to tell him,” the
mysterious boy in blue said. He paused for a second. With a smile
that could be seen from underneath his disguise, he continued. “I
want to tell him.”
    The curator’s look of fear quickly vanished
and turned into anger. Seeing that response, the boy in blue
enjoyed an even bigger smile.
    The boy turned and disappeared back into the
museum, leaving the curator alone on