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Episode 9: \u00a0Wreckage in a Winter Wonderland<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 4<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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Some twenty miles away, Nick and Styx left their vehicle by the side of the road. They climbed over a snowbank and stepped carefully into the woods, shaking the loose white powder from their boots. Even among the trees, the ground was covered with layers of thick, white snow. Nick could already feel the cold seeping through his snowsuit and, worse, right through his long johns.<\/p>\n

For a few minutes, they walked in silence, cutting through the trees. Then the forest thinned, and they emerged into a clearing that overlooked a valley. Nick gazed down, scanning the area. Several steep hills and mountains with turns and curves jutted across the horizon. He could see the tracks already set for the bobsled and skiing competitions. Without the shelter of the trees, the frigid wind whipped across the frozen landscape, stinging his face. What he wouldn\u2019t give to be somewhere warm right now.<\/p>\n

Sighing heavily, Nick stared further across the expanse, trying to see deeper into the woods on the other side, which proved impossible. If anyone were to get lost out there, they would be really hard to find, Nick realized. Even though there were sparse patches, the woods were thick. If their search went into the night, they would have an even harder time finding Dr. Rough.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, hurry up! Let\u2019s keep going!\u201d Styx called out, increasing his pace as he ducked back into the trees and trudged uphill.<\/p>\n

Nick hurried to catch up with him when, suddenly, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, did you see that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee what?\u201d Styx asked distractedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat… something\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Styx stopped and looked back at him. \u201cSomething, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick glared at him. \u201cNever mind. Keep going.\u201d<\/p>\n

Styx stared at him a moment longer before starting to walk again.<\/p>\n

As they tramped through the snow, Nick peered around cautiously. No way some weird thing was going to jump out and attack him. No creature cared if the Olympics were going on; international cooperation did not extend to wild animals.<\/p>\n

Nick sighed heavily. He had just started to let his guard down when he saw it again. He turned his head quickly and watched a blur of something huge and brown streak by.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere it is! It\u2019s Bigfoot!\u201d Nick exclaimed. \u201cI just saw a fuckin\u2019 Bigfoot, man!\u201d<\/p>\n

Styx whirled around. \u201cNick, Bigfoot don\u2019t exist; everybody knows that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know what I just saw, and that was a Bigfoot! Go tell someone!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not telling anyone anything because you didn\u2019t see anything! Again, they don\u2019t exist.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, that\u2019s what they said about aliens and HimTak, and those are both real!\u201d<\/p>\n

Styx started to say something and then stopped. \u201cI\u2019ll tell someone later.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick huffed and stomped after him, refusing to speak until they made it to the top of the peak. By that point, he was so winded that he didn\u2019t have the breath to speak, anyway. As they stepped into an expansive clearing, the Cypress Mountain lodge loomed ahead of them.<\/p>\n

\u201cFinally,\u201d grumbled Styx. \u201cDang, I never expected I\u2019d be hikin\u2019 up a damn mountain for this job.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hear ya,\u201d Nick muttered in agreement, panting.<\/p>\n

As they trudged up to the building, Nick noticed the first sign of life: a door opening at the far side of the building\u2019s fa\u00e7ade. His already fast-pumping heart began to race when he recognized the short figure that emerged. He pointed wildly as Dr. Rough left the lodge.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook! It\u2019s him! Hurry, move!\u201d Nick yelled.<\/p>\n

They started to run towards him as, suddenly, what looked like a huge Sasquatch came out the same door.<\/p>\n

Nick wheeled to a stop, sending a shower of snow flying up from the terrain. \u201cHoly shit, Dr. Rough is in cahoots with Bigfoot! See, I told you they exist!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t believe it\u2026 I just do not believe it,\u201d Styx moaned. As Dr. Rough and his furry companion disappeared into the trees, he took off running again, and Nick followed.<\/p>\n

The two agents were gaining ground, catching up to Dr. Rough, when, suddenly, Nick\u2019s phone rang. Nick blindly reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and flipping it open without looking at the ID.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot now!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAww, is dat any way to greet your old friend, Nick?\u201d Drums chuckled.<\/p>\n

\u201cDrums, you bastard!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo quick wit da insults, and just when I gots a special gift for you and your friends, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick blinked. \u201cGift?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPop quiz, hotshot. There\u2019s a bomb on a Zamboni. Once da Zamboni goes five miles an hour, da bomb is armed. If da Zamboni drops below five, it blows up. What do you do\u2026 What do you do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick stared ahead blankly for a moment, looking over at Styx, his eyes widening at the realization.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh-ah-ah! Careful wit da insults, Carter; I may start to take offense. If I was you, I\u2019d be worried about dat bomb going off. Dat little skater\u2019s gotta be done right about now — done or blown up, I should say — and da ice gonna need cleanin\u2019 eitha way. Tell dat wildcat behind the wheel not to slow down, though, or there won\u2019t be an ice rink left to resurface! And Nick\u2026 don\u2019t slip.\u201d<\/p>\n

The line went dead.<\/p>\n

Nick flipped the phone closed. \u201cShitballs!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? What is it?\u201d Styx asked anxiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cA bomb. There\u2019s a fuckin\u2019 bomb on the Zamboni back at the Coliseum. It\u2019s gonna explode if it goes below five miles an hour!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShit!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick flipped the phone back open, pressing a couple of buttons.<\/p>\n

\u201cNick?\u201d Diamond sounded breathless. \u201cShe did it, Nick; it\u2019s okay! She did her routine, and we got her off the ice safely. We\u2019re–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDiamond — Di, listen,\u201d Nick said sharply, stopping her in mid-sentence.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA bomb — there\u2019s a bomb on the Zamboni.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?! But\u2026 the Zamboni just drove onto the ice!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShit! You have to tell the driver: Five. Stay above five miles per hour, or it\u2019ll explode.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re kidding!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBe careful, Di,\u201d Nick stated.<\/p>\n

\u201cCrud.\u201d Diamond quickly hung up.<\/p>\n

Nick shoved the phone back into his pocket as he wound through the trees after Styx. They burst into another clearing just in time to see Dr. Rough on a bobsled, taking off down the snow-covered hill. Behind him sat\u2026<\/p>\n

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Nick squinted, his eyes widening when he realized what he was looking at wasn\u2019t really Bigfoot, but Drums — Drums in a Sasquatch costume that was missing its head. It was one of the Olympic mascot suits, he realized — Quatchi, the Sasquatch one Lancy had mentioned the other day. Nick frowned in disgust. He couldn\u2019t believe he\u2019d mistaken that thing for the real Bigfoot; it was too cutesy. Sure, it was brown, but that was where the similarities ended. No Bigfoot would be caught dead in blue earmuffs, and that smile — Bigfoot would\u2019ve been insulted.<\/p>\n

\u201cHurry up; we\u2019ve gotta catch them!\u201d Nick yelled.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut how? They\u2019re on a damn bobsled,\u201d Styx groaned.<\/p>\n

Nick scanned the area, his gaze stopping on a lone bobsled. A grin spread over his lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like we have our own ride. C\u2019mon!\u201d Nick called, and they both headed over to the bobsled.<\/p>\n

They pushed the sled a little ways before it picked up speed. Then they both clamored to get in as it sped down the hill.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re kidding!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lancy looked over at Diamond, alarmed. His heart was still pitter-pattering feverishly from the adrenaline rush Kim Yuna\u2019s dynamite — yes, pun intended — performance had given him. He didn\u2019t think he could take any more excitement, yet as she clutched her phone to her ear, Diamond looked positively aghast.<\/p>\n

\u201cCrud,\u201d she muttered and snapped her phone shut. \u201cUnbelievable!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

She lowered her voice to a low murmur and said very rapidly, \u201cThat was Nick. The Zamboni\u2019s been rigged with a bomb. If it drops below five, it\u2019ll blow!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026 the Zamboni\u2019s already on the ice!\u201d cried Lancy, pointing as the ice resurfacer rounded the far side of the rink.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve got to stop it — well, not stop it, but — you know — disarm it!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, here it comes\u2026\u201d Lancy watched the Zamboni crawling along the opposite wall, gaining speed as it navigated the long stretch of ice.<\/p>\n

Diamond took a deep breath. \u201cI\u2019m on it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Startled, Lancy stared as she suddenly hurtled over the wall of the rink and took off running across the ice. \u201cOhh girrrl, you should\u2019ve worn flats!\u201d he gasped, cringing as he watched her high-heeled boots slipping and sliding beneath her. He clamped his hands over his face, peeking out through his fingers as he waited for the inevitable wipeout.<\/p>\n

He heard the remainder of the crowd gasp along with him as, sure enough, Diamond\u2019s right foot skidded out from under her. She twisted on her left heel with so much force, it, too, slid off the ice. For a moment, Diamond spun in midair. \u201cOh no!\u201d whimpered Lancy, clawing at his face, but to his astonishment, she managed to land on her right foot, her left leg flying out behind her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow,\u201d came Yuna\u2019s voice from behind him. \u201cThat was perfect double axel!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, right?!\u201d squealed Lancy, clapping his hands to his mouth in shock. \u201cI never knew she was such a natural!\u201d Suddenly, he had an idea. \u201cGive me your skates!\u201d<\/p>\n

Yuna\u2019s face creased in confusion. \u201cWhat? My\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour skates, yes!\u201d Lancy hissed impatiently. \u201cGive them to me!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cO-okay\u2026\u201d Yuna bent over to unlace her right skate. Lancy sank down and grabbed her left foot, jerking it onto his knee while he tugged at the laces.<\/p>\n

A minute later, he was flying over the ice himself, the skates swinging dangerously from his hands. \u201cDiamond! Diiiii! Here! Take these!\u201d<\/p>\n

Diamond skidded across the ice, making little ground as she struggled to catch up to the Zamboni. At the sound of Lancy\u2019s shouts, she looked back over her shoulder — and lost her balance completely. This time, there was no catching herself as her legs twisted around each other, and she fell hard on the ice.<\/p>\n

\u201cOw!\u201d she moaned, massaging her hip as Lancy slid down beside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut these on!\u201d he cried breathlessly, thrusting the skates toward her. Grunting in discomfort, Diamond wrenched the boots off her feet and replaced them with Yuna\u2019s skates.<\/p>\n

\u201cHer feet are so small, I\u2019m totally jealous!\u201d Diamond forced her heels down into the narrow skates. \u201cThink you can find me a bigger pair?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lancy giggled. \u201cI\u2019m no Fairy Godmother, sweetie, so they\u2019ll have to do!\u201d he quipped. \u201cHurry and lace them up; we\u2019ve got a Zamboni to intercept!\u201d<\/p>\n

He helped Diamond tie the laces and then pulled her to her feet, sliding a little himself. \u201cMuch better,\u201d said Diamond as she straightened up, sinking her blades into the ice. \u201cHold on to my hips.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNicky\u2019ll be jealous,\u201d tittered Lancy as he secured his hands around Diamond\u2019s waist.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell him all about it after we catch that Zamboni!\u201d She skated forwards, quickly picking up speed, and Lancy slid along behind her on the slick soles of his shiny, new Gucci shoes, hanging on for dear life.<\/p>\n

As the Zamboni made its turn, rounding the curved edge of the rink, Diamond shot across the ice to meet it. \u201cHey!\u201d she shouted at the driver, slapping the side of the ice resurfacing machine to attract his attention.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet off the ice; you ain\u2019t no figure skater,\u201d scoffed the driver, speeding up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait!\u201d cried Diamond. Lancy took a faceful of ice shavings as she ground her skates into the ice in her haste to catch up to him. He clung to her waist, towed helplessly behind her as she skated after the Zamboni. Finally, she reached out and found a place to grab onto the back, and their two-link chain became three as the Zamboni pulled them both. \u201cHey!\u201d Diamond shouted again as the driver looked back, scowling. \u201cThere\u2019s a bomb on your Zamboni!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?!\u201d yelled the driver over the roar of the Zamboni\u2019s engine.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a BOMB on your ZamBONI!\u201d<\/p>\n

When the driver still shook his head, Diamond looked back at Lancy while pointing to the driver\u2019s ears. \u201cGrab my phone, will you, out of my back pocket? I want you to text on it, \u2018Bomb on Zamboni.\u2019 Text it! Text it! Text it!\u201d she cried as Lancy fumbled for her phone, his other arm tightening around her waist.<\/p>\n

If only I were straight,<\/em> he couldn\u2019t help but think as his hand groped her firm derriere. I\u2019d enjoy this a whole lot more, and Nicky\u2019d <\/em>really be jealous!<\/em><\/p>\n

He slid the phone out of her snug back pocket and started a new text message at once, his thumb moving furiously over the keypad. Diamond let go of the back of the Zamboni and skated furiously, whipping Lancy around the Zamboni and up alongside it. With Diamond skating parallel to the massive ice resurfacer, Lancy held Diamond\u2019s phone out to the driver. He took it, squinting down at the text on the screen, and Lancy saw his eyes bug out of their sockets as he read the words. His foot came off the gas pedal, and Diamond shot past him as the Zamboni started to slow.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d she screamed, whirling around. Lancy nearly went flying but just barely managed to cling to her waist. \u201cNo, don\u2019t slow down! Speed up!\u201d she cried, skating ahead of him again and motioning for him to follow. She slowed down to allow the Zamboni to catch up to her and Lancy and held up her hand, all five fingers extended. \u201cFive!\u201d she called to the driver. \u201cStay above five!\u201d<\/p>\n

This time, he understood. Nodding, he pushed down on the gas pedal. The Zamboni continued at its six-miles-per-hour crawl.<\/p>\n

Diamond looked over her shoulder at Lancy. \u201cI gotta get on that Zamboni\u201d<\/p>\n

Lancy arched his perfectly-plucked brows. \u201cYou gotta get\u2026? Yeah, yeah, you get on the Zamboni!\u201d<\/p>\n

Diamond glanced back at the Zamboni operator. \u201cDrive straight!\u201d To Lancy, she said, \u201cLet go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?! Wait a minute\u2026 what are you–?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet go!\u201d She reached back, took hold of both Lancy\u2019s hands, and pried them off her hips in one swift motion.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa! Whoooooa, shit!\u201d screamed Lancy as his feet slid wildly under him on the ice. He tried to watch as Diamond skated closer to the Zamboni. \u201cWhoa, shit!\u201d Diamond made a flying leap and landed half on the Zamboni, her legs dragging on the ice. But watching her cost Lancy what little control he had left. \u201cWHOOOA, SHIIIIIT!\u201d he cried as he skidded head-on into the wall of the rink.<\/p>\n

Diamond pulled herself up onto the Zamboni, perching next to the driver on top of the water tank. \u201cHi, I\u2019m Desiree,\u201d she said with a smile. \u201cDon\u2019t mind me; just keep driving and stay above five, whatever it takes.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, she whipped out her phone again and pushed a button. Almost instantly, she connected with Pearl.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi Pearl, it\u2019s me again. Sorry about being short with you earlier. Listen, dunno if you\u2019ve heard, but that sociopath rigged a bomb to the Zamboni here at the figure skating arena. It\u2019ll blow if it goes under five miles an hour. I managed to get on the Zamboni–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know; I\u2019m watching NBC.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c–so I\u2019m hoping you can help me diffuse it. Where do we start?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCheck the speedometer,\u201d Pearl said at once. \u201cHas it been effed with or loosened? See any wires or anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

Diamond put her hand on the driver\u2019s thigh, nudging it aside. \u201cWatch out, hun.\u201d She ducked under his legs to look. \u201cNo, it\u2019s clean.\u201d<\/p>\n

The driver glanced down. \u201cHuh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, then it\u2019s gonna be under the Zamboni — probably rigged to one of the axles,\u201d Pearl said wisely.<\/p>\n

Diamond clucked her tongue impatiently. \u201cI can\u2019t get under the Zamboni right now, Pearl; it\u2019s kind of in motion!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright\u2026\u201d Pearl paused. Diamond could practically hear her brilliant mind at work. \u201cThen here\u2019s what we\u2019re gonna do\u2026 Where\u2019s Lancy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Across the rink, Lancy pulled himself up painfully from the ice, rubbing his tender backside. \u201cThat\u2019s gonna leave a mark,\u201d he lamented pitifully. \u201cMy poor tush\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLancy!\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned around to see Diamond circling towards him aboard the Zamboni. \u201cWhat\u2019s up, babe?\u201d he shouted as she neared.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need you to find me a luge!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFind a what now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA luge! You know, like, one of those sled things that go down a track? I need something low to the ground, almost flat — something that will sit right on the ice. Pretty please?\u201d begged Diamond, batting her eyelashes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know that face would work much better if I were straight,\u201d huffed Lancy, half-limping, half-shuffling after the Zamboni to keep up with her. \u201cBut I can never say no to you, darling. I\u2019ll see what I can find, but you\u2019re sooo gonna pay my chiropractor bills for this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMake K cover it — workman\u2019s comp and all. I\u2019ll do better — a day at the spa, just you and me!\u201d trilled Diamond as Lancy hobbled and skidded off the ice, still massaging his tailbone.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a date!\u201d Lancy called over his shoulder as he stepped gingerly out of the rink.<\/p>\n

In the kiss and cry area, he looked around and suddenly realized the bench he\u2019d left Yuna sitting on was empty. \u201cOhmygod, Yuna?\u201d he gasped, fearing the worst. \u201cOh pretty please, not again\u2026 Yuna, my Queen?! MY QUEEN?! NOOOOO!!!\u201d He let out an agonizing howl, dropping to his knees once more. \u201cHow could I let her out of my sight?! He\u2019s taken her again! Come back, Yuna, come back!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes flitted frantically in every direction until he spotted movement in the tunnel at the end of the rink, where the resurfacing machines came on and off the ice. This was not another Zamboni, though; it was a mere shadow, disappearing into the hidden depths of the tunnel.<\/p>\n

\u201cYUNA! Don\u2019t worry, Yuna, I\u2019ll save you!\u201d cried Lancy. He took off at a trot, his hands flapping fretfully. He pranced around the perimeter of the rink and into the tunnel. He could hear footsteps pounding against the concrete ahead of him and tried to pick up his pace, wishing he hadn\u2019t eaten the soft pretzel and snow cone that were now sloshing around in his stomach. \u201cUgh! This is my cardio for the day!\u201d he complained to himself, feeling the perspiration clogging his pores.<\/p>\n

As he rounded a curve, he caught sight of the shadow turning the corner up ahead. \u201cFREEZE!\u201d he ejaculated in the toughest badass voice he could muster, plucking the pink silk carnation from his jacket. It looked like any other boutonniere, but it was a trick flower, a secret weapon modified by Pearl. One squeeze in just the right place, and it squirted a scalding faceful of pepper spray. He held it out in front of him as he crept closer to the blind corner.<\/p>\n

\u201cPop quiz, assface,\u201d Lancy lisped saucily. \u201cYou\u2019ve got a flower full of mace aimed at your head. What do you do? What do you do?\u201d He stepped around the corner, flower first. In the eerie, fluorescent lighting of the otherwise dark service corridor, he saw only a large-headed silhouette at first. \u201cTurn around!\u201d he demanded. \u201cTURN AROUND!\u201d<\/p>\n

The shadowy figure turned slowly\u2026 and as Lancy\u2019s eyes adjusted to the light that fell upon it, his jaw dropped.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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