“No! We want to look for Robbie!” insisted Jamie agitatedly. “Bring us with you!”
“Stop making a ruckus!”
Before Marino could finish his sentence, a green figure suddenly flew toward them.
“It’s Little Fifi!” yelled Ellie excitedly.
Jamie rolled the car windows down and stretched out his arm. Little Fifi flew over, landed on his hand. With its wings flapping quickly, it shrieked, “Robbie! Robbie! Save Robbie! Bad guy! Bad guy!”
“What does that mean?” asked Marino anxiously.
“Robbie’s been taken away by a bad guy!” Ellie understood immediately and urged the others, “Quick! Save Robbie!”
“Could it be Ms. Lindberg?” mumbled Marino as he frowned.
“Bad guy! Bad guy! Black! Black!” Little Fifi kept repeating those few phrases.
“Those bad guys are clad in black,” translated Ellie.
“Men in black…” A look of terror crossed Marino’s face. “Could it be…”
“Oh no!” Kyle was worried sick. “Get into the car now!”
Everyone clambered into the car and sat there solemnly.
Marino carried Jamie into the Maybach. Using his watch as the GPS, he drove downhill to chase after Robbie.
“Mr. Jamison, buckle up! I’m going to accelerate.”
Marino drove the fastest amongst the bodyguards. Now that he had to rescue someone, he went all out.
“Don’t worry, I’m a man… Argh!”
Before Jamie could finish speaking, the car zoomed off.
He quickly buckled his seatbelt, grabbed the handle and frowned with a serious expression.
How exciting! How thrilling! Looks like the scenes in the movies are real!
He clenched his fists secretly. I’ll be a hero today and save Robbie!
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