Eddie dodged past Maddie, kicking in his full speed as he dribbled the ball, and leaping as he shot. It soared gracefully towards the hoop, but he had imparted a little too much spin as he threw, and it ricocheted away, to be snatched up by maddie, who quickly shot, and sunk the ball.
“Yeah, yeah. Beaten by a girl. I’m totally used to it by now,” Eddie said, retrieving the ball.
“Naw, you’re not half bad, I’m just awesome. In fact–”
“Shh!” Eddie said, cocking his head.
“What is it?” Maddie asked, straining to hear it as well.
A faint sobbing was heard, followed by a short scream.
“What in the heck?” Eddie set the ball down, and carefully scanned the room.
“We’re the only kids here, right?”
“Uh, probably? The kids who wait for rides usually hang in the cafeteria, but it’s kinda late.”
Another faint scream was heard.
“Gotcha!” Eddie rushed to the far wall, and ducked behind the collapsible bleachers that lined the walls, quickly followed by Maddie.
“Where does that come from?” she whispered.
“Ah, the boiler room, I think.” he replied, frowning.
“Then let’s go.” Maddie bolted towards the double doors that led out to the main hallway.
“No! Mad! Wait!” Eddie hissed as he chased after her.
As he hit the double doors that closed just as he arrived, he saw Maddie dodge around the corner, further down the hall.
“Mads!” He pushed harder in an attempt to catch her, “Stop!”
He plowed into her as he turned the corner, “Mad, you can’t just charge in, guns blazing.”
He panted heavily, hands on his knees. “I got somethin’, hang on.”
Eddie pulled the hexagonal box from his hoodie pocket, and pressed a button on its underside.
“What’s that?” Nancy asked.
“I snagged it from your dad’s utility belt.” The box unfolded into a small drone. He twisted it ninety degrees, splitting it into two pieces.
“Wow, that’s cool”
“Yeah, I didn’t have a chance to show you yet. Open the door to the basement. I’ll send it in.
Maddie nodded and opened the door quietly, “OK.”
Eddie maneuvered the drone into the doors, awkwardly at first, but then with confidence as he got used to it, eyes fixed on the controller’s screen.
“Holy guacamole! It’s the principal, and she’s torturing… Ohmygersh, it’s your parents! Mad, call my dad, tell him what’s up.
Maddie pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped the screen quickly.
“Ah! Mister Jones! It’s Maddie, we need help! My parents are being tortured by my principal. No, The cops would think I was pranking if I called. Yes sir.”
Maddie shoved the phone back in her pocket, and ducked as the drone buzzed back through the doorway.
Eddie snatched it out of the air and connected the two pieces with a click.
“Your dad said he was inbound.”
“Inbound? That’s a weird thing to say.”
“Whatever. He’s on the way, so I’m going in.”
“No, Mad! Wait for my Dad.”
“No way. That’s my mom in there.”
She pushed the door open, and turned to her friend, “You coming?”