With the NoHeads presumably gone, things went back to normal. The members' hour of training was over, and now they all had some downtime.
Baby Intelligence sat on the porch reading the newspaper. Baby Strength was writing a new story in his notebook. Force Baby was hanging out in the Fun Room. Lindsay and Telekinibabe were sparring on a jungle gym outside, close in Baby Intelligence's sight. This time it was for fun, and they were using training swords from the arena.
Eventually, a blade lock worked out for Telekinibabe, and he slammed Lindsay off the ledge. Lindsay fell and plowed into a cushion below that lined the floor.
Brushing herself off, Lindsay walked over to Baby Intelligence. "Sup?"
"Hello, Lindsay," said Baby Intelligence.
"Whatcha reading?" she asked.
"Nothing," Baby Intelligence replied, his nose still buried in the paper. "Go play, Lindsay."
Lindsay hesitated, then turned back toward Baby Intelligence. "Is something troubling you, Master?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Baby Intelligence replied.
"OK. I'll go, then." Lindsay turned. But Baby Intelligence could see her through his newspaper.
"Fine. I'll tell you," he said. "Even before there was Baby Strength, there was Sebiscuits. He used to be with us until he joined the dark side."
"Is he a NoHead?" Lindsay asked.
"Yes," said Baby Intelligence. Lindsay sat down. "He helped NoHead destroy the police. He also killed the Mayor. And an S.M.S.B. member. He even tried to kill me."
Oh, that's terrible. "What happened to him?"
"He finally turned on the NoHeads and became a rogue. According to the paper, he's kidnapped the president!"
Lindsay looked revolted. "We must stop him!"
Back in his own secret base, Sebiscuits returned with the President of the U.S.A. His shuttle descended and came neatly to rest at the edge of the same docking bay Telekinibabe had once hidden in. He had built a new control station, but not all the Rockets were loyal to him. Some only answered to NoHead and Burnbottom.
As Sebiscuits strode out of the ship, still clad in his cloak NoHead had given him almost a year ago, the Rocket Commander approached. "The base is secure, sir," he said. "The Rocket population is under control."
Of course they're under control, Sebiscuits thought. Stupid maggots. "Good. Did you get the Mayor off my ship?"
"We have, my lord," the commander replied.
"The S.M.S.B. has forgotten us by now," he said. "Remember, Baby Intelligence was two months old when we fought." Now Baby Intelligence was thirteen months, and Sebiscuits sixteen months. "It is too late for them to stop us. The U.S.A. will soon be in my control."