Read Online The Adventures of Kid Combat 3: Jones Strikes Back by Christopher Helwink - Free Book Online Page B

clenched at his side as he sat in his common
seat, with the common people.
    Where is that blasted kid? Jones
thought to himself. He referred to the Boy in Blue.
    Jones looked around the train car. He looked
at all the ordinary people around him. His face was distorted with
anger as he scanned each one of them up and down.
    Idiots. All of them. He thought. I
control them all.
    Finally, Jones’s cell phone went off. He
glanced down and it and then put it away. Jones got up from his
seat in the first car of the train and started to walk down the
aisle between the rows of seats. Dispersed throughout the train
car, waiting for direction, were a large group of men. They all
wore Jones Industries uniforms.
    “It’s time,” Jones said to the men, and
started to lead them out of the first car. The men got up and
followed Jones two wide.
    Jones just received the call from the Boy in
Blue that he had been waiting for. Jones didn’t work too hard on
this plan, but he was sure it would work and capture his greatest
ill. He would use the Boy in Blue as bait. He was perfect for this
situation. Jones knew that Kid Combat was after the Boy in Blue –
trying to figure out who he was. With all the events Jones had
planned around town – the uniforms at Lincoln, the plans for Maple
Forest, the break in of The Playground – Jones knew Kid Combat
would have to figure out how the Boy in Blue was connected to all
of it. He knew if he dangled the Boy in Blue in front of him, Kid
Combat would follow. Judging by the text message Jones just
received from the Boy in Blue, it appeared that Kid Combat had
fallen for the bait.
    Jones’s stride was long and determined as he
made his way into the second car of the commuter train. He opened
the door with such a great force, that it startled the passengers
in the next train car. As he passed by them, the passengers looked
up from their books or daydreaming and watched Jones, and a
battalion of his men, race through the train car.
    Two more. Two more cars and I have
him. Jones thought to himself. I have waited long for this
day…
    Jones made his way into the car adjacent to
where the Boy in Blue was. The plan was simple – get Kid Combat
somewhere were he couldn’t escape. That’s why Jones picked the
train. Then, Jones could swoop in and unmask his greatest ill.
    The Boy in Blue purposely let himself get
exposed this morning and hoped that Kid Combat and his band of
friends would follow him. Seemed the Boy in Blue made a good worm
on a hook.
    Jones didn’t know what Kid Combat would do,
or how he would approach the Boy in Blue, but the Boy in Blue was
instructed that if a chase was to ensue, to lead that chase in
Jones’ direction. There, and then – Jones would finally get Kid
Combat.
    One more car…
    Samantha peered up and glanced at the Boy in
Blue. She noticed him turn slightly around, as if he knew they were
coming. And even though he wore thick silver sunglasses that
shielded his eyes from Samantha, she knew that Kid Combat and
herself were being targeted.
    Samantha stood there puzzled and didn’t move.
Kid Combat didn’t move for another reason. As the door swung open –
Kid noticed something worse than the Boy in Blue. Through the
windows, and into the next car, Kid noticed a man walking towards
him. He walked very determined and was followed by a row of men
walking two wide and three deep.
    It was Jones and his body guards.
    “Oh no,” Kid exclaimed to Samantha. “It’s a
trap!”
    Kid grabbed Samantha by the arm and turned
around and opened the door to the train car behind him. The two
friends walked very quickly through the next car and opened the
rear door, leading to another foyer between train cars.
    Jones opened the door leading to the car with
the Boy in Blue. As he entered the car, he noticed the Boy in Blue
sitting alone in his seat. There was no sign of any other kid
around him. Jones walked up to the Boy in Blue with a puzzled look
on his face.
    “Where is he?”