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town and everyone in it. He could not suppress it any longer
and an even bigger, cockier grin crossed his face.
    Wedge had had enough. The scene disgusted
both boys, but Wedge was more vocal about his dismay.
    “I can’t stand this anymore,” he said and
turned his back to the podium. He and Timmy stood to the right of
the main marble stairs. Jones was still rambling on about
himself.
    “Relax, dude. It’s almost over,” Timmy said.
He motioned his hand up to his right ear and tripped the switch on
his communicator. “KC, what do you think?”
    Two floors up, across the street, and on the
roof of York State Bank, Kid Combat lay on his belly and watched
the spectacle through binoculars. He went in and out of focus on
Jones and then located his two friends. There was no reason why Kid
couldn’t be down there with them. But Kid, just like Wedge, enjoyed
the spy aspect of SOCKs and every once in a while he wandered off
on his own to indulge in that craving. It probably was also why he
was wearing his standard Kid Combat suit.
    “Well, I can tell you one thing,” Kid said.
“I won’t be shopping there.”
    “You can say that again,” Wedge replied.
“I’ll be fine at Spring Road Toys.”
    “You’re not kidding,” Timmy exclaimed. “It’s
one of the last remaining non-Jones companies. They’re a dying
breed.”
    “I’m outta here,” Wedge said and started to
walk away.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” Timmy
said, questioning his brother’s move.
    Wedge stopped. “Look, you can stay here and
cover ‘Sector Dork,’” Wedge said, pointing at his brother’s nose.
“I’m going to cover over there. And get some nachos.”
    As Wedge walked off, Timmy continued
listening to Jones. He knew Wedge would be back, and he definitely
would be all right on his own. Besides, Jones was almost
finished.
    “Now, I’m sure you are all wondering how it
is possible for me to deliver such greatness to you. So with that,
I will open the mall. But first, I will open the floor briefly for
you to ask me a few questions.”
    Jones waited for more accolades, reassuring
him that he was the great leader of the town. But they didn’t come.
To his dismay, he was not what the town wanted to talk about. The
first reporter set the tone.
    “Mr. Jones, while it’s a great pleasure to be
here—”
    “Naturally,” Jones interrupted, standing up a
bit taller.
    “Yes. Well, my question is about Kid Combat.
There are rumors that there may be more than just one kid, that it
might be some sort of group. Have you heard of this group? And what
do you think of them?”
    Jones stood there with an inquisitive look on
his face. He indeed did know of the group. He was probably the only
one in town with proof that an entire group did exist. But now was
not the time to reveal his hand. No, this was his time, not Kid
Combat’s. He dismissed it with a quick answer.
    “I have heard of this Kid Combat, yes, but
not too much of his doings. Next question, please.”
    Timmy gulped and looked around for his
brother. He didn’t see him, and his eyes went back to Jones.
Praying, he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping there would be no more
questions about Kid. His prayers weren’t answered.
    A second reporter chimed in. “Surely, you
can’t be serious, Mr. Jones! We have reports that you were visited
by Kid Combat last night. What did he want with you? Did you see
who he was? Are you in some sort of trouble?”
    “I think I’m going to be sick,” Timmy said
softly. The woman in front of him turned around and stared at him
for a moment. Timmy just smiled at her, and she turned back
around.
    Jones, meanwhile, got tense, and Kid got
nervous. He sat up from his prone position and moved up against the
wall. This was not how things were supposed to be going down. Kid
didn’t want the spotlight. He didn’t want the accolades. That’s why
he tried his hardest to operate in secrecy.
    Jones, on the other hand, needed the
spotlight. He was supposed