Kyle. A name to work with. She called him Calla? Who was "she"? The mother perhaps. He thoughts were quickly distracted by the gargantuan mess the other two kids had somehow made. They were dipping... Jack let out a frustrated sigh, that was okay, surely Al would understand. Bah how could anyone understand letting children have free roam in an expensive room with lots of toys. "Thank you Kyle, you're my new favorite, I'll talk to Al." He back his laptop back in his bag and quickly moved to the bed, more than anything he was surprised they got the thing working and for some no doubt very logical reason moved it on top of the bed. "Okay first things first, don't get out things without my permission." He said as he unplugged the chocolate fountain and pondered how best to take care of it. Well honestly at this point moving it would just make things worse. "Now clean up all the wrappers and soda cans you left lying on the ground." he said commandingly and went to the door. Their mom obviously hadn't done a very good job of parenting if they acted like this the moment they were unsupervised. Though perhaps he was being a bit harsh. He opened the door fully so Al could see in, "I'm afraid I let the children get out of control, I don't suppose you have something I can clean up with?" Jack asked embarrassed by the whole thing.

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Chuck growled angrily as he watched the food being laid out for him. "Hey, this isn't what I ordered!" He shouted at the bellhop as the young girl darted back out into the hallway before he had a chance to stop her. Turning back to the selection he stared down at what he'd received in place of what he'd asked for. There didn't seem to be a breadknife, or a bucket of ice, not even any ice cream.

Sighing with frustration Chuck picked up the steak in his hand and lifting it to his mouth took a vicious bite out of it. As he chewed the meat thoroughly, savouring the succulent flavour of the rarely cooked protein, he had to admit that whatever the meat was didn't taste at all bad. In fact he might order some more of it once he'd finished with his chore.

Reaching into his pocket as he lowered himself into the desk chair Chuck laid the mysterious heating envelope out in front of him, inspecting it carefully in the light of the merrily burning computer. Setting the half-eaten steak aside for a moment he reached inside his sleeve and pulled out the glass eye, carefully holding it in one hand in such a way that it rubbed against the envelope as he once again tried to open it.

Jack-

"Oh, no problem, I'll just get one of the maids to clean it up. I understand the pain. I have control of fifty children myself. Sometimes when left unattended. Ugh...anyways, in the meantime, would you like to join me for lunch? I'm having hamburgers and fries. You interested?

Chuck-

The glass eye, which now no longer felt glass like and felt wet and slimy turned around and looked at Chuck almost... disapprovingly. Suddenly, there was a crash and a scream outside of Chuck's room.

Mundy: "Uh... you see... I do know Carnegie. I don't think he'll want to talk to me... I... hate to admit it but... I was tasked to burn down this Tempire, alright? I just needed the cash... and that's exactly what I was promised from the South Africans and the Egyptians and the and... I didn't think they would... kill all those people. Look, I don't think I can reason with him,"

Carnegie: "I can reason with him alright, I think it would be reasonable if I could bury him alive with a wasp nest. He ruined my life! He's filling your brain with lies! He's a heartless killer!"

Stepping closer to the visibly upset Mundy CC reached for his rifle, carefully wrapping her fingers around the barrel as she pointed it down and away from the group, where it couldn't do any harm if he decided to pull the trigger. The metal was still a little hot against CC's skin, but not more so than a comfortably warm bath. "Andy says you ruined his life," CC asked Mundy in a soft, gentle tone, "Do you know what he might be talking about at all?"

Jack gave a mental sigh of relief, good thing rich people didn't care about little things. "Okay kids stay here, try not to make too big of a mess and be nice to the maid." He was about to leave when it occurred to him he should bring his backpack with him. He didn't want any of his stuff getting lost or damaged. Jack grabbed his backpack and walked out the door, "I'd love to," then as both an icebreaker and a bit of information seeker he said, "50 kids eh? How do you usually end up getting them?" hopefully he could figure out some more stuff over this lunch-break without looking like too much of an idiot.

CC-

"He killed them!" shouted Carnegie, somewhat hysterically. "My wife! My daughter!"

"I tried to burn down the Tempire. I didn't burn it down, so technically, I never ruined his life. In fact, by trapping me in here, he ruined mine. There's no phone here. Do you know how long I've been trying to talk to my mum and dad?" said Mundy. He kept a firm grip on the trigger, but allowed CC to lower the weapon.

There was slight zipping sound.

Jack-

"Oh yeah, cost me an arm and a leg, but it was worth it. You know, it's surprising how much money some of those people make finding all the children in the streets. Too bad you can't get too close to the heart of Egypt, where all of them are born. I have a private company that goes out with vans and snags them off of the streets. I'm surprised that they all try and hide. People birthed from the heart become monsters and idiots if not educated properly. I guarantee you that the one guy you stopped wasn't properly educated and hid from the vans and stayed on the streets. What a shame," said Al as he lead Jack to a room with a high ceiling and a large table, full of a dozen people wearing dresses and suits.

"Jack, allow me to introduce you to some of my friends. This is Bugsy, head of the construction department," the man that Al gestured to tipped his hat. "This is Chief of Security, Frank," A man with a mustache smiled and nodded in the direction of Jack. Al continued to introduce people, one after the other. "Meyer, and Luciano, but you can call him Lucky, and Johnny, my mentor, and Clyde, Nucky, Arnold, and Bonnie," said Al, pointing to different people who shook Jack's hand and nodded at him.

Carnegie: "He killed them! My wife! My daughter!"

Mundy: "I tried to burn down the Tempire. I didn't burn it down, so technically, I never ruined his life. In fact, by trapping me in here, he ruined mine. There's no phone here. Do you know how long I've been trying to talk to my mum and dad?"

There was slight zipping sound.

CC was about to ask for more information about the two's interwoven past when she heard a strange noise. Instinctively she ducked down and reached into her bag for something she could use to defend herself with only to find herself holding the bottle of liquid soap, her other hand still gripping Mundy's barrel tightly.

"Did you hear something?" She hissed over at her companions, listening carefully to see if the noise came again, and if it did where it came from.

CC-

CC heard footsteps. They were getting closer and closer... suddenly, the blond haired girl entered the room and looked very confused. "Wait a minute, what's going on here?" she asked.

"What?" asked Carnegie in shock. "CC," he asked slowly, "how do you know Alice?"

"What? CC,how do you know Alice?"

Staring at the new arrival for a moment CC stepped forwards with a smile. "Did you ever hook up with a girl in the bathroom of a club in Queens after a punk rock gig?" SHe asked 'Alice' with a smile, her eyes wandering down the girl's well proportioned body with a feeling of familiarity.

CC-

Alice looked confused. "Queens? No, never of it. Although I do love punk rock!" she replied, "So? Are you playing the croquet game with us?"

Carnegie seemed equally confused, "How did the Tempire end up in... never mind. Holy cow... I'm not where I think I am... or am I?" he said, more to himself then to CC

(Side note: yeah, sorry, this is the other blonde hair girl that CC met earlier. Alice is not BB. BB is not Alice. Oops. Also, sorry about the late response. I'll try to remain as active as I can until I have to go on the 12th.)

Jack managed to hide his surprise at Al's attitude towards the uneducated. It sounded much like a stereotypical rich person view to be honest, but with Al being his only benefactor at this point it would be best to avoid causing offense. Though of course perhaps Al had a point, no doubt without an education many people became common thugs. He smiled and greeted everyone shaking their hands. "Good to meet you all, quite the impressive set up you've got here. Though all seems a little extravagant for burgers and fries doesn't it? Jack asked jokingly. He we feeling very out of place since he hadn't changed out of his bathing suit yet.

Jack-

Al smiled at Jack's joke. "No, no, we're not having burgers and fries, in fact, we were going to have pizza." As he said this, a few people entered into the room holding plates covered in pizza. There were a multitude of different types to choose from. Veggie Pizza, Sausage Pizza, Meat Lover Pizza. But soon, Jack saw some unfamiliar pizzas. Guacamole Pizza, Ice Cream Pizza, Bread Pizza, Sauerkraut Pizza, even Lemon Pizza. They were towered onto the table with little squares of metal in between each pie. "Gotta love Domino's, am I right?" said Al, as he grabbed a slice from a pie labeled "Ostrich Egg Pizza".

Suddenly, Bugsy spoke up. "So Capone. This character, he's the one who saved you're life?" Al nodded. "Doesn't look like much," said Arnold, "bet he can't hold a mule, forget wearing iron." Al and a couple of the other pizza eaters chuckled. "He's fast, tackled the guy before I knew what was going on. Didn't need a pea shooter."

The conversation soon switched back to discussing the quality of the pizza until Johnny said something. "So, we all know why we're down here Al. Business. Do you think this crumb can help us out?"

Al nodded. "Depends. You see... Jack, as I'm sure you know, I am the president. And it would be an honor if you could service your country. Hell, I don't know if you're a citizen or not. You have citizenship now. Anyways, what do you say? Wanna help?"

Jack grinned pleasantly surprised by the variety, it seemed Domino's had upgraded in whatever reality this was. He eagerly began experimenting with the variety of flavors. He was a little put down by Arnold and Bugsy's comments but when Al brought up that he was fast he remembered that here, he was very fast. And quite acrobatic as well if the player had the start had been anything to go by, he wondered what the limits of this virtual body were. Jack listened intently as talk turned to business, once again he managed to keep a reasonable poker face when he learned Al was president. President of what was the real question but obviously it was of something important.

Jack nodded, "I'd love to help, were do I start?" he asked with a grin displaying his eagerness to help. He was quite curious to see what Al though he could do, since Jack didn't even know what he could do. It seemed that Al had most of his staff covered, what was it exactly he thought Jack could do? Most people would be content with giving a word of thanks and perhaps a tip before leaving. If nothing else Al was certainly an interesting man, and after all that was why Jack had decided to play.

Al pulled out a rolled up piece of paper from his pocket. He put it on the table, pushing the chocolate pizza close to Jack out of the way. It was a map.

"You see Jack, Egypt is short on resources. Namely, charcoal. This is rare problem for many nations. However, they realize how desperately we need it, so acquiring it is usually extraordinarily expensive. But, we signed a contract with a particular nation," Al pointed at one of the islands on the map, "that needs something that we have. Salt. Also a rare problem. So we made a compromise. Our salt became cheap for them. Their charcoal became cheap for us."

Jack saw that the island he was pointing to was right where Ireland would be. But it was smaller. According to the map, the name of the island was "Wonderland."

"But the Queen has run into a bit of a problem. Some of the other less nobility have risen up against her. Usually, this isn't a problem. All of the nobles are equally desperate for power, they simply want to seize it themselves, not overthrow the Queen of Hearts," explained Johnny. "But this time, one of the lesser nobles has support. A young woman named Alice got two nobles to work together," continues Johnny, as Lucky reaches into an envelope tucked in his pocket and puts a picture of a blonde haired girl on the table. There was a bit of information about her on a sticky note taped at the corner of the photo.

"She gets a group of supporters to start boycotting. They stop buying our salt, claiming the taxes are too high. They take all of the Queen's money. A big mess," says Bugsy. "Now she won't send charcoal. She can't- the ports are blocked off by rebels. That's where you come in."

"Get rid of Alice. By any means necessary. The fate of Egypt depends on it. We'll give you any equipment you need," says Al. "We've got private jet waiting for you already. Just show them this," Al grabs a napkin and writes his signature on it. It reads, in scrawly letters, "Al Capone, President of Egypt."

Jack was getting used to this game throwing curve balls at him. He had just gotten a job to kill Alice in Wonderland so as to let the Queen of Hearts to keep ruling and allow Egypt free-rein over charcoal of all things. Aw what the heck, just go with the flow. "Sounds good." Jack said confidently grabbing the napkin, "Do I get a ride or am I walking?" he asked before remebering about "his" kids. Eh he'd have to get them later, taking them on his secret agent mission or whatever would just be trouble, Al could probably take care of them just fine, he said he had like 50 kids after all. Good thing he already had his backpack, that section on summoning spiders might come in handy after all...

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Jac-

Jac fell and saw a few crates laying around. The first one she opened contained a bowling ball, some old Superman comic books and a bag of potato chips. Suddenly a creature moved from behind her, "What are you doing here?" it asked. It was a human-like figure with long fingernails and a dust cloud that followed it around like a lost puppy.

Jac, startled by the sudden appearance of the creature, stumbles backwards. What IS that thing?? Well... Maybe it's harmless...? "Oh, I - I, uh... I'm not sure exactly where I am. I am very sorry for, um, invading your... Uh. Space. Excuse me, I am Jacquelin. Jac for short." She eyes the creature up and down, "Do you have a name? What may I call you?"

Jack-

"I'll fly you over with my private jet. Do you want to take your kids with you?" asked Al.

Jac-

The creature smiled and bowed. "Hello Jacquelin Jac for short, I am Jim," he stood up straight. "Welcome to my humble abode. It is not often I get visitors here."

Jac-

The creature smiled and bowed. "Hello Jacquelin Jac for short, I am Jim," he stood up straight. "Welcome to my humble abode. It is not often I get visitors here."

Jac smiles, "Hello Jim, it is very nice to meet you. It's a lovely home you have here. I'm sorry I disturbed one of the crates. Is the bowling ball and the bag of chips yours?" She tries to make polite conversation. Jac looks around, scanning the room for anything to explain just exactly where she is.

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