Author's note: I don't know why, but when I tried to choose a club it turned to art club. I've re-registered, but this might come out under art club. This is Young Writer's Club.

SSS’s Big Mistake.

Chapter 1

Kenter Smith smiled as he rode in his long 15-seater limo. He had slick black hair, brown skin, and dark blue eyes. Today was the big day. Today was the day he was going to show his true colours to the world. He was known by everyone as Mr Smith, powerful entrepreneur businessman, of the successful business, Smith’s Super Stuff (SSS).

Little did the poor people of NSW know, that Mr Smith wasn’t so great. Little did they know, that not all Mr Smith’s money came from SSS. And today, was his big strike. If he pulled this off, he’d be rich beyond compare. It was a big if though.

‘Bank’s only 3 kilometres ahead, sir,’ said his second-in-command, Bobby “Brick-breaker” Bill, a short man, more brawn than brain, but a useful part in his operations. ‘The squads are all in position.’ Kenter Smith’s smile widened. It was going to be a good day. Then, he looked up, and swore quietly to himself. There was a car blocking the way. A black car. With tinted windows. A man stepped out of the car.
‘Secret Services,’ he said. ‘Don’t move.’ Mr Smith swore again.
‘Drive,’ he whispered. ‘Full pelt.’ The driver, a short stocky man, responded by jamming his foot down on the acceleration pedal, shooting the car forward from naut to 60 in 3 seconds flat. The man jumped out of the way as the limo’s front bumper, armoured with high strength titanium, smashed the black car flying.

The man behind him pulled out a gun, and shot, once, twice, three times. The first bullet smashed through the window, missing Bobby by millimetres. The second went way off. The third, sped toward Kenter Smith’s head. Kenter yelled, and brought up the only thing he had to block the bullet. Which happened to be the communicator. The only one on the car. The only way to tell the squads not to go with the plan. Kenter Smith swore for a third time as the car sped away.

Chapter 2

Jimmy Jack John whistled to himself merrily, as he drove his buggy down the road. He was the bank janitor, and was heading there now. His black hair bounced on his head, his brown skin shone in the light, and his merry deep brown eyes twinkled. As he drove, he noticed a car speeding down the road past him. Mildly, he wondered what it was doing, and why the back window was shattered. But Jimmy was just a simple janitor, so this didn’t matter.

Jimmy pulled up at the bank a few minutes later. He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and wheeled out his cleaning supplies. Jimmy wouldn’t trust a dingy closet for his cleaning supplies, no sir! He was a top cleaner, and top cleaners kept their equipment, well, clean. Pushing his trolley through the sliding doors, he reached inside for the mop, and…nothing. He stared into the trolley.

There was nothing in there, at least, there was nothing that looked like a mop in there. Jimmy dug franticly for a few seconds through his stuff, before giving up. He would have to ask the man at the desk for a mop. Driving his cart towards the front desk, Jimmy asked, ‘Excuse me, you have a mop?’ to a tall, intimidating man in a business suit standing next to the desk.
‘A mop? Why do you need a mop?’ Business man said. There was a brief expression of surprise, and maybe…rage. ‘And what are you doing in those janitor’s clothes, Mr Smith, you’ve got a meeting! Oh, you’re in disguise!’
‘A…a meeting?’ Jimmy said. ‘And I’m not Mr…’
‘Yes, a meeting!’ the man said impatiently. ‘Dr Boulevard is waiting to make the exchange! Chop chop!’ and with that, he literally threw Jimmy over the desk, and through the door behind, to the meeting that was taking place.
‘Oy!’ Jimmy shouted. ‘My cleaning supplies!’
‘Shut up, Mr Smith,’ the man hissed. ‘What is wrong with you? Don’t you remember the plan? Come on!!’

‘I assume you ave brought ze moneey?’ a man in a tweed jacket, wearing glasses asked. ‘Ve can start ze exchange, now, I sink? Yes?’
‘Wha…what?’ Jimmy said. ‘Exchange?!’
‘Yes,’ he said impatiently. ‘Ze moneey! Ve are exchanging ze money!’
‘But I’m a…a janitor!’ Jimmy said.
‘No you’re not!’ the business suit man said. ‘You’re Kenter Smith, famous billionaire!’
‘Oh,’ Jimmy said. ‘I am? Ur…sure?’
‘Now, the money is here,’ the tweed jacket suit man said. He took out a suitcase, and opened it. Jimmy stared. There were mounds upon mounds of cash in that.
‘Now, where are those diamonds?’ tweed jacket suit man said. ‘Come on, we haven’t got all day! Give it here, and we can get over with this!’

He tapped his foot impatiently. Just then, there was a simultaneous clicking noise. The businessman guy was holding a gun, along with about 35 others.
‘Money. Now,’ he said menacingly. Tweed jacket suit man dropped the case.
‘Treachery!’ he said.
‘Now back away,’ the business man guy said. ‘Briks. Grab the money. Mr Smith, your evil speech.’
‘My…my speech?’ Jimmy said. He felt like everything was moving so fast. But so much money…
‘Ok,’ Jimmy said. ‘Sirs! I am evil, blah blah blah, I’m stealing everything, blah blah, if you move, I’ll shoot you, blah blah…good enough?’ business man guy nodded.
‘Now, Switcher, detonate the bomb,’ he said.

Chapter 3

Kenter Smith stared out through the grate as the Secret Services man ran over.
‘I’ve gone and set the bomb,’ Bobby said. ‘It’ll go in a few minutes.’
‘Excellent,’ Kenter said. ‘Excellent. Now, remember the pla –’ he stopped as he heard a gun clicking behind him. Bobby was holding a gun, and pointing it at him.
‘Sorry boss,’ he said, ‘but the fuzz was offering more money.’

Kenter’s reactions were fast as a snake. His foot whipped out, and Bobby went flying, the foot connecting with his face. As the gun fell to the ground, it shot up, making a loud BANGing noise. Kenter swore, (not the first time that day) and ran, as he heard the man above cry out in surprise. The others were fine. The others were obvious backstabbers. But Bobby!? He dived straight down into the muck on the ground, and rolled on it. he was soon covered in mud. Then, he lay as still as he could on the ground.

Was Bobby the traitor who told the Secret Services? No. He couldn’t. It had to be someone else. Someone who wanted power. Then, it hit. Gareth. His bodyguard. The one who always seemed resentful. He was going to take control over the Smith’s Super Stuff. And if he did, it would be doom. Gareth Von Halimede Farnworth Gelato Render Toggle Vicar Tom was the most bloodthirsty of all his henchman. And if he was the traitor…

Kenter’s thoughts were interrupted as someone came trampling by. He opened his eyes a smidgen, and saw a man looming over him. But the man’s shadow quickly passed, and soon Kenter was alone again. He stayed lying there for a while. Then, he jumped up. Now, to get one of his mates.

Chapter 4

As Jimmy ran out of the bank wheeling his cart, he could hear someone – probably Switcher – yelling, ‘get out of the bank! The French’s gone mad! He’s set a bomb!’ he marvelled at the efficiency of the plan. They got the money, and the French got the blame. The business suit man, who was apparently called Gareth, had run him through on the plan, because, in his words, ‘The Fuzz seem to have got a memory block!’

The cart was stashed with at least half the contents of the newly broken into bank. A man quickly ran after Jimmy, and beckoned.
‘Come on!’ he yelled, running for a black limousine with tinted windows.
‘This is mine?’ Jimmy asked, as he was bustled into the limo.
‘Course!’ Gareth said, stepping in after him.

They drove quickly off. A thin man, who Jimmy soon learned was called Tagsworth, was the most reckless driver he had ever seen. Tagsworth drove through gaps that seemed way to small, around corners that seemed way to sharp, and ramping across cars.
‘Isn’t that illegal?’ Jimmy said, as Tagsworth flew over a lorry, using a nearby beetle as a ramp.
‘Well, course it ain’t!’ Tagsworth said in his strong cockney accent. ‘But you’s needing to gets to the airport. Gareth saysed we has to gets there quicks.’

Then, he somehow managed to get the car on a supermarket roof, and drove it off the side, landing on some sky train tracks, jumping off to avoid the train, and driving peacefully for the rest of the 2-meter drive to the airport. Gareth grabbed the cart, and drove out.

‘Come on!’ He said. They ran toward a completely empty place in the landing strip.
‘Why are we going for a pointless place?’ Jimmy said.
‘It’s not a pointless place,’ Gareth said. ‘It’s your private plane! Don’t you remember, it’s cloaked.’

Then, Jimmy bumped into…something.
‘Don’t you have the button?’ Gareth said.
‘The…the button?’ Jimmy said. Gareth swore.
‘We’ll have to find the door while it’s invisible. Really, Mr Smith? You’ve lost it?’ Gareth started feeling around on the invisible thing.

‘Aha!’ Gareth said, triumphantly, a few seconds later, and a door appeared out of thin air. Jimmy without question, drove the cart of money up the ramp and into the most luxurious plane cabin in the world. The seats were red velvet. The TV screens in front of the screens stated that they had every movie in the world. There were tables covered in food, of all shapes and sizes. As Jimmy stared around, Gareth walked to the controls of the plane, which were in the same room.

‘Get ready for lift-off!’ He said. There was a rumble, and the view out of the window changed as the jet shot forwards like a cannonball from a cannon. Jimmy was thrown to the floor as they took off.

As the invisible jet shot through the sky, Jimmy glanced casually out of the window, and saw to his surprise that the airport was already a speck in the distance. You’re a villain, he reminded himself, you can’t be impressed by this sort of thing. Still, he made the most of the food. After about ten minutes, he looked out of the window again and was shocked to see a cliff face shooting up to meet them. Gareth ignored his cry of alarm, and headed the jet straight for the cliff. Just before they hit though, there was a strange buzzing noise, and they seemed to go straight through the cliff face!

‘What on earth?!’ Jimmy yelled.
‘Hologram,’ Gareth said in a bored tone of voice. ‘Didn’t you know that already?’ Jimmy stared around at the luxury of the place as they flew down to a landing strip. There were high tech things everywhere. There was gold everywhere. There was everything everywhere. There was even…
‘Is that a solid gold plane?’ Jimmy yelled again.
‘Yup,’ Gareth said, as they landed.

As Jimmy looked around, at all this money, a beast seemed to wake inside his chest. He didn’t know whether it had always been in there, dormant, waiting. But he felt an inhumane urge to take all this wealth, take it and keep it, all for himself.

Gareth, watching, smiled as Jimmy’s facial expression changed from wonder to greed. He knew who Jimmy really was. He knew what Jimmy was going through. He knew why Kenter Smith had gone missing. He knew why Jimmy had gone to the bank that very day. Because he had planned the whole thing. He even had proof for the day he was going to take power – a photo of Jimmy holding a mop with the headlines, JIMMY, JANITOR OF THE YEAR! and a photo of Kenter smith, at his shop, SSS. And he knew, that with Jimmy Jack John in charge, taking control would be easy. His grin widened.

Chapter 5

Kenter Smith pushed open the door of a shop with the title, Ben Burger’s Brilliant Burgers!
‘Kenther!’ a surprised voice said from behind the counter. Kenter looked up, and grinned. The shop he was standing in was empty, except for a round shouldered, flat headed, man standing behind the counter. The shaping of his body made him look slightly like a burger.

‘Whath are you doing here?’ Ben Burger said. ‘I thoughth you were ath SSS headquarthers!’
‘Gareth’s betrayed us,’ Kenter said grimly. ‘He sent the Secret Services after me.’ Ben Burger gasped.
‘But…then who’s the one who wenth tho SSS?’ Mr Burger (as I will now call him) said.

‘Went to SSS?’ Kenter said. ‘That means that Gareth has found someone who will pretend to be me! Someone else is betraying me? I will hunt those fools down! I will use Gareth’s head for a cup!’
‘You’ll have to geth there firsth,’ Mr Burger said.
‘Can’t you help me with that?’ Kenter asked.
‘I don’th have a flying machine,’ Mr Burger said.

‘Just send me to the airport!’ Kenter yelled.
‘Can’th do thath!’ Mr Burger said. ‘No one comes tho this shop ever since thath poisoning problem.’
‘Shame,’ Kenter said, flicking out a pistol, ‘because I’m not asking.’

Mr Burger’s reaction was instantaneous and lightning fast. He slammed his fist into the counter, a panel popped open, and Mr Burger reached in to grab a giant bazooka. But Kenter was already cocking the hammer, already aiming, already firing. By the time Ben Burger, owner of Ben Burger’s Brilliant Burgers! original owner of Burger King, and friend of the evil society of SSS (Smith’s super stuff was straightening up, the bullet was already flying through the air, and already puncturing his chest. Ben Burger let out a slight gasp, dropped the bazooka, and fell, blood staining his shirt.

What a shame, Kenter thought, as he walked around Mr Burger’s prone form, Mr Burger really was a good asset. Just went to show, how little you can trust anyone but yourself. He flicked open the back door, went to the upstairs room, and flicked up the carpet. Sure enough, there was the money. Just enough so he could get a plane ticket. Excellent, Kenter thought. Excellent. Then, the alarms went off.

Chapter 6

For the first time in his life, Jimmy was in luxury. He had been taken to his room, which was the poshest place he had ever seen, and was told to, ‘NOT BE LATE TO THE MEETING AT 5:00!’ by a tired looking lady called Verity. Now, he was relaxing on his four meter long four poster bed, and watching a television show on janitoring. He casually looked at the clock, and was startled to see that it was 5:10! He was late!

Jimmy jumped up, grabbed some fancy looking suits, and flew out the door, doing enie meenie minie moe to choose which one to wear. Jimmy ran past a signpost saying All participants of the meeting please follow this sign to the meeting room and followed the sign to the meeting room, shoving on the shirt as he dived through the door. There was a shocked silence, as Jimmy fell through the door.

‘Mr Smith!’ Verity said. ‘You’re late!’ this was not a very good start to the meeting. Jimmy walked slowly to a seat that seemed to be his. It was in the very front row.
‘Anyway,’ said a broad-shouldered red-haired woman wearing bright blue sunglasses, ‘as I was saying before Mr Smith walked in through the door, the operation is going finely. We’ve got agents in the governments of 100 countries, all working their way to being in the top job. Mr Smith, your plan is going finely.’

‘My…my plan?’ Jimmy said, before remembering that he was supposed to be all confidence. ‘Ah yes, my plan! Of course, it’s going well! I made it.’
‘Soon, the world will be under the control of the SSS!’ the woman said. ‘We, the members of Smith’s Super Stuff, the secret evil agency, will rule the world!’ Everyone cheered. Jimmy cheered a bit late. An evil agency? Ruling the world? What had he gotten himself into? He had to stop this!

The meeting broke up. Everyone went back to their own rooms. But before Jimmy could go out, a voice called him back. When he looked up, he saw it was Gareth.
‘What?’ Jimmy said.
‘Just wanted to inform you about the money we got from the bank,’ Gareth said. ‘We have gotten about $1,000,000,000,000 in the bank robbery. And, for an even better bonus, we haven’t even been foiled. The public, and the police, still think Smith’s Super Stuff is just a peaceful little business.’
‘$1,000,000,000,000?’ Jimmy asked. That was a lot of money.
‘Yeah, not much, is it?’ Gareth said. Well, it’s been added, and you have now approximately, $364,895,079,758,397,209,347,837,589,300.35. Well, good day!’ and Gareth walked off, leaving Jimmy with his mouth hanging open.

Back in his room, Jimmy rethought his plan to stop the evil society. This was more money than he ever had, than he ever would have in his life. If the society hadn’t been discovered, didn’t that mean he’d be safe to keep all this money? And that would mean that he would be the richest person on the face of the earth. His decision was made for him, as two men came through the door. Holding a giant pink diamond. Jimmy’s thoughts blanked again, as he saw the diamond. His eyes took on the shine of greed. And all thoughts were taken, while replaced with one. Get more money.

Chapter 7

Kenter Smith was dropped off at the airport by a tired looking taxi driver. He quickly scaled the walls of the airport, and ran across the roof to the other side. Just as he expected, there were the planes. His super-fast jet plane was taken of course, by the traitor Gareth and his accomplice, but he still had a million planes to choose from. His gaze landed on a giant shed-like place, with the words, classified, do not enter! on it.

Kenter strolled through the door into the shed-like place, and his suspicions were proved to be correct as he saw 5 fighter jets, all lined up inside. He slid across the wall, until he reached the one sentry. Then, using a trick he had learned from his mother, he whirled his feet under the man, and as he came crashing down, held his knee in front of the man’s face. The man slumped, a bruise already forming on his face. Kenter’s face split in another smile. The fighter jets were all his.

People watching from the airport, idly staring out of the window, were startled to see a fighter jet zoom out of the CLASSIFIED! shed.
‘Mommy!’ a little kid said. ‘Look! A fwighter jet!’
‘That’s nice dear,’ the mom said.

Kenter whooped as he commandeered the fighter jet. His cloaked jet was fast, but it wasn’t to turn able. This fighter jet could turn at the slightest touch. He guessed it was because this one was small. And off to the secret base of SSS he would go. He grinned, once again. That was before a man’s voice crackled over the radio.
‘Alert! Alert! Man down! Someone’s stolen a jet!’ Kenter stared back, and saw the 4 other jets zoom out of the shed. He’d forgotten to short circuit them.

Chapter 8

‘Another bank robbery? Already?’ Gareth said.
‘Yes!’ Jimmy said. ‘I need more money!’
‘We’ll have to have a meeting on this,’ Gareth said. ‘We can’t just start another meeting right after this one!’ Though outwardly, the bodyguard was opposed to the idea, inside, his stomach was doing flips of joy. This was the perfect time to reveal who Jimmy really was. He had gathered many followers who were willing to back anything he said up. And, everyone would be there. Jimmy’s next words dispelled that hope.

‘Well then, we’ll host it tomorrow, or whatever. But this time, I’m not going small. I’m going big! We’re going to England, to steal the Crown Jewels!’ Gareth gaped. He knew Bobby had failed in killing Kenter. He knew that he was somewhere out there. The more time Gareth waited, the more time Kenter had to get back. But if he went back on his word now, that would look suspicious.

‘But Mr Smith!’ Gareth said. ‘You’d always said that you were never going to try on the Crown Jewels!’ This was untrue. All villains dreamed of stealing the Crown Jewels.
‘Yeah?’ Jimmy said. ‘Well, I’m going back on that! Just go and gather up the bozos who plan stuff, and let them figure up the details.’ If Gareth hadn’t known that Jimmy wasn’t Kenter, he would have been incredibly suspicious. Kenter Smith didn’t go back on his word. Kenter Smith didn’t call people bozos. And Kenter Smith planned every robbery he did.

‘Yes sir!’ Gareth said. I’ll gather the “bozos” up, and get them ready.’ Time to gather up his troops.
‘Leave me!’ Jimmy said. ‘Go and plan up something or rather, I don’t care so long as it works!’ this was how Jimmy thought an evil leader would talk.
‘Yes sir!’ Gareth said again, walking out of the door.
‘Men,’ he said into his walkie-talkie, ‘get ready. The day to strike is tomorrow. Prepare for war.’

Meanwhile, Jimmy lay back, comforted in the fact that he would get more money soon. He sighed.
‘Someone get me a hot cappuccino!’ he yelled.

Chapter 9
Kenter flew through the air. The jets were still on his tail, and he couldn’t shake them off. They had been at it so long, that night had fallen. Worse still, they had opened fire. Kenter ducked and weaved his jet as the others launched bullets at him. At this rate, he would never get to SSS’s secret base. He swore particularly loudly, as a missile launched inches from the cockpit. Kenter had somehow chosen the one plane with no weaponry on it.

There was nothing for it. Kenter looped over, so he was hanging upside-down, opened the hatch above him (or underneath him) and dropped, headfirst, onto the plane underneath.

The man guiding the fighter jet never knew what hit him. One second, he was trailing the enemy, the next, the plane had disappeared, and finally, there was a thump as something hit the hatch above. He looked up. That was the last thing he did.

Kenter’s fist came smashing down through the glass, and socked the man in the face. Not the first time in his life, Kenter was glad he’d learned how to box. The man slumped forward, unconscious, and the plane spiralled out of control. Kenter reached his hand in once more, and opened the hatch. Throwing the pilot out of the seat and into the air, Kenter grabbed the controls, and righted the plane before it crashed into the sea.

His old plane, free to do as it pleased, smashed into the water a second after Kenter pulled up. The other 3 planes were still hot on his tail. Now that Kenter had weaponry though, he had a chance. Kenter spun the plane in loops, in twirls, and in double backs, making the other planes fly all over the place. There was one advantage to being chased, Kenter thought wryly. You have everywhere to go, while the chasers have to follow.

Finally, he got behind them just long enough to shoot a well-aimed precise missile. The projectile smashed though the right wing of one of the jets, and it spiralled out of the air, the man inside jumping out with a parachute. A parachute…Kenter looked behind him, and an idea formed in his head.

The pilots behind Kenter were still shooting. Finally, it seemed they had landed a hit. They cheered, as the plane spiralled downwards, nose first. The enemy crawled out, and jumped, activating a parachute, right above the fire that was coming from the end of the jet. He flew upwards, and…out of sight. Where was he?

One pilot, whose name was Fred, felt a slight juddering underneath. Must be bumpy air, he thought, and said through the radio, ‘come on, let’s go back.’ The two planes turned in an arc, and flew back. It was just a coincidence that Fred’s plane was behind the other one. But that was all Kenter needed. Yanking himself with supreme effort up the plane wing, he crawled to the hatch, discarding the parachute as he went.

Fred just happened to look up at that very moment. As he saw Kenter, his eyes widened, and he took in a breath to shout. But Kenter pulled out a gun and shot him in the face. Kenter got into the jet, and flew off, towards the secret base, unhindered at last. He was going to make everyone pay for what had happened to him.

Chapter 10
Gareth was in euphoria. His plan was going smoothly, almost perfectly. He had gathered his followers, and briefed them on what they were supposed to do. He’d prepared the meeting, telling the members of SSS that ‘Mr Smith has a plan to steal the crown jewels!’ everyone was expectant. And it was this expectancy that Gareth was banking on.

Meanwhile, Jimmy lay back in his four poster, sipping a hot cappuccino. In one fist, he held a bunch of money he was counting. He sipped thoughtfully. 168, 169, 170, he thought. There was a knock on the door, and the woman Verity walked in.
‘Scuse me, Mr Smith,’ she said. ‘Just getting you for the meeting. Gareth said you’d gotten the plan to steal the crown jewels ready. Said you’d tell us tomorrow, but seems such a shame to just wait if you’ve already got the plan.’

Jimmy sat up. Gareth had said that some other bozos would plan out the plan for him! This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. But if he said no…
‘Yes,’ Jimmy said. ‘I’ve got the plan. Just need to fine tune it.’ Verity raised an eyebrow.
‘But Mr Smith,’ she said, suspicion etched on her face, ‘you always fine tune your plans with the entire board of evil SSS members.’
‘Oh!’ Jimmy said, surprised. Then, less surprised, ‘oh. Yes, of course. Let’s have the meeting then.’ And the two walked out of the door, one with suspicion eased, the other desperately trying to think up a plan.’

Kenter flew through the air. The cliff, and the hologram were in sight. Soon, oh, so soon, he’d be back. He threw his head back, and laughed. Then, when he was quite close to the cliff, he pushed forwards on the controls, shoved the plane into a nosedive, and jumped. As before, the hot air coming from the jet engine pushed him high into the air.

Kenter knew that if a fighter jet came flying in, his men would most certainly shoot it down. What he didn’t know, was that all the people were gathered in the meeting hall. So as he floated down through the hologram and into the base, he was surprised to see no one there. Then he saw the sign. Meeting room this way! Kenter’s eyes widened. There was a meeting going on. Perfect.

Gareth sat, barely concealing his grin, as he watched Jimmy walk in, his forehead beading with sweat, chewing his lip. This was the perfect moment. His people were stationed all around the meeting room. Jimmy was going to embarrass himself, and when the people’s suspicion was high…his grin finally burst through his face.

Jimmy stared around. All around him, he could see faces, all interested, all looking to see what the great Kenter Smith would have come up with. Jimmy wasn’t ready for this. He couldn’t do it. But he had to.
‘Presenting, Kenter Smith with his brilliant plan to steal the Crown Jewels!’ Verity said. There were loud cheers. Verity held out a mike to Jimmy, who, after hesitating, took it.

Jimmy tapped the microphone. There was a loud squealing noise. Jimmy cleared his throat.
‘Um, yes. My brilliant plan,’ he said. ‘Um…so, urr…we’ve got an agent in Britain, right?’
‘Yeah,’ someone said from the crowd. ‘Duh!’
‘Okaay,’ Jimmy said. ‘Soo…we get him, to steal the Crown Jewels!’ there was a pause.
‘That’s the plan?’ Gareth said, raising an eyebrow. ‘People of SSS, are we sure this is Kenter Smith? Are we sure this is the multi billionaire, the man who has made millions and billions of brilliant plans, plans that never cease to fail? Plans, that are so complex, that no one can see through them?’ there was a murmur, as everyone stared around.
‘I have looked into this matter,’ Gareth said, not even bothering to conceal his grin now, his voice getting louder by the second, ‘and I have found out a horrible thing. A tragic thing. This is not our beloved Kenter Smith. This, is a man called Jimmy Jack John, a janitor, who murdered Kenter Smith!’ Gareth waved around the picture of Jimmy in the newspaper, and a picture of Kenter Smith.

There was a huge roar, as everyone started yelling, and jumping from their seats, urged by Gareth’s followers.
‘No! No! It isn’t true!’ Jimmy squeaked, but everyone could hear from the voice, that he was lying.
‘I should now be leader!’ Gareth bellowed, ‘as I have found this plot ou–’
‘No you haven’t, you lying scum!’ a voice bellowed from the door. Everyone turned, and there was a louder roar, as Kenter Smith himself walked though the door.

Chapter 11

Kenter was dishevelled. His clothes were muddy, and singed. His face had cuts where the glass had hit him. His feet were bare. And yet the eyes showed it all. They were calm, cold, calculating, and menacing. This was the real Kenter Smith.

‘Gareth is a traitor!’ Kenter yelled. ‘He turned me over to secret services, and brought in a phoney, to get himself into power!’
‘That isn’t true!’ Gareth thundered, just as loudly. ‘It was the janitor!’
‘Keep me out of this!’ Jimmy screamed. ‘I just wanted to clean the bank!’
‘Get Gareth!’ Kenter bellowed.
‘Get Kenter!’ Gareth bellowed. There was a halo of confusion, as the followers of Gareth gathered around him, and the rest gathered around Kenter. Then, someone shot a gun, and chaos broke out throughout the place.

Jimmy ran through the fight, dodging people, and bits of ceiling. Some lunatic with a bazooka was firing straight into the air, and chunks of rock were flying everywhere. If Jimmy could just get to a boat…

‘You’re not going anywhere,’ said a calm, cold voice behind him. Jimmy heard the cocking of a gun. He slowly turned around, to see Kenter Smith pointing a gun at his heart.
‘Itwasn’tmyfaultIwasjustgoingtothebanktocleanandthenGarethgrabbedmeanddraggedmeintoameetingandIhelpedinabankrobberyandI’msosorry!’ Jimmy said. Kenter raised a singed, but somehow perfectly manicured eyebrow.
‘Seems you were tricked,’ he said. ‘But even so, I do not like people doppleganging me.’ And he fired. It was just mere coincidence that at that moment, a man shoved into Kenter, slamming him to the ground, and making the bullet fly high into the air.

By the time Kenter got up again, Jimmy was gone. Kenter swore loud and long, and then shot a bullet into the man’s back. Jimmy was out of the relative chaos of the meeting room. He fled to the hologram door, then hesitated, and turned back. All that money…but no. It wasn’t his anyway. He stepped cautiously right over the hologram, and found himself on a ledge, over the sea. Down, far below him, he saw a few boats. And right next to him, he saw a parachute. Jimmy strapped on the parachute, floated down onto a sailboat, and sailed away.

As Jimmy sped across the water, he rethought his actions over the past day. He had been quite power mad. That wasn’t ever going to happen again. He just hoped he would never meet Kenter Smith, again.

Epilogue: 4 months later

Jimmy squeaked his cart through the bank. Life had gone great for a bit, when he was an evil leader, but he liked the peaceful life of a janitor. It was much better this way. And he didn’t have to clean up the mess he made.

Meanwhile, Kenter was cleaning up his secret base. This would take millions to fix it. He ground his teeth as he thought about that Jimmy person. He would pay for what he did. He would pay. And so would he, he thought, as the ceiling fell another inch.

Meanwhile, meanwhile, Gareth lay, sprawled in the prison cell SSS put him in. His dreams were filled with thoughts of revenge. Suddenly, there were loud thudding noises outside the door. Gareth sat up, as a long chainsaw cut a hole through the door. the section of metal fell down with a clang, and he saw a man standing out there.

‘We’re enemies of SSS,’ the man said. He had a deep gravelly voice. ‘We’ve heard that you have a grudge. Want to join us?’ Gareth smiled wider than he had in months. It was going to be a good day.