Once they’d regrouped, the remaining six men paired off to sneak around the casino to try and find Greg.

“Why are we going down here? Are we searching for evidence?” Colin asked as Ryan led him down the corridor where the toilets were.

“Not at all, I just really gotta go,” Ryan smiled.

“We’re supposed to be saving Greg, you know,” Colin stated.

“He’ll be fine…” Ryan mused, pushing open the toilet door.

“Where is my money?” hissed the older man.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Greg lied.

“Joe,” growled the older man.

One of the heavies moved forward and punched Greg in the stomach. Greg staggered back into a pile of boxes and then fell to his knees, gasping.

“I’ll ask you again. Where is my money?” the older man demanded in a soft, controlled voice.

“I told you I don’t fucking know,” Greg spat and then closed his eyes as he waited for the next blow.

Drew was literally panicking. He bounced around on the spot, trying desperately to think of an idea.

“Man, we’ll never find Greg at this rate,” he grumbled.

“What we need is something that allows us to scan a larger area quicker,” Chip suggested.

Drew stopped fretting and grabbed Chip. “The security cameras,” he gasped.

Chip grabbed Drew, “Know where we find them?” Chip asked.

“Umumumum…d’oh! The lobby,” Drew said almost breathless.

Drew and Chip raced into the lobby and found the security desk without a problem.

“Hi, this might sound like a strange request to you but we’ve lost our friend and we were wondering if we could look for him on the security monitors,” Drew babbled.

The security guard looked at Drew and Chip suspiciously and then smiled. “No worries, mate.”

They scanned the various rooms, but there was little to indicate Greg was anywhere, until Drew noticed something different.

“Hey, why is that monitor black?” he asked.

“Hmm…camera must be broken,” replied the guard.

“What room is that?” Chip quickly asked.

“Ah, it’s only a storeroom,” replied the security guard.

Chip and Drew looked at each other. “Thanks, buddy,” Drew called as they raced off.

Drew and Chip rounded up Brad, Wayne, Colin and Ryan and headed toward the storeroom. As they approached, they could hear voices.

“So what do we do now?” Wayne asked.

“Kick down the door?” Brad shrugged.

“We can’t just barge in there, we don’t know what we’re up against,” Drew scorned.

“Let’s arm ourselves then,” Colin announced and opened the door opposite which was labeled “broom cupboard.”

Ryan had a mop, Colin and Brad brooms, Wayne two unlabelled spray bottles, Chip a vacuum cleaner nozzle, and Drew a feather duster.

They gathered outside the door, Ryan was at the front (a) because he was biggest and (b) because he was too drunk to be scared.

Brad then kicked the door in and they stepped inside. The heavies looked startled, the older man bewildered and Greg was gasping for breath.

“GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU BITCH,” Ryan yelled, holding his mop like a staff.

“Oh great, mop man and his super cleaning buddies have come to save me,” Greg managed to cough.

“Who the hell are you people?” asked the older man.

“Pissed off,” Wayne hissed, stepping forward and twirling his bottles around like guns.

“Do you honestly think you scare me?” asked the older man, who motioned for his two heavies to attack them.

Wayne leapt into action and sprayed one heavy in the face. The heavy fell to the ground with a yelp. Ryan thrust his mop into the face of the other one while Chip slammed his vacuum cleaner nozzle into the heavy’s testicles.

The older man began to look worried for the first time.

“You wanna bit of this too, huh? HUH?” Ryan taunted, swishing the mop into the older man’s face.

The old man looked pissed. “I’ll get you and my money, Mr Proops. Just you wait,” he snapped and marched out of the store room. Brad took the liberty to trip him and then he and Drew locked the older man in the broom cupboard.

Colin dashed over and helped Greg to his feet. “Are you ok?” he asked.

“Just fantastic, Col,” Greg half laughed.

“We’d better get out of here,” Ryan ordered.

Wayne came and helped Colin with Greg, while Ryan and Brad covered them with the mop and broom.

“So are you gonna tell us the full story then?” Wayne asked.

“I won the $5000 off that old dude,” Greg breathed.

“I take it he wasn’t happy about that?” Colin asked.

“No, he wasn’t particularly thrilled,” Greg smiled.

“Did you give him the cash?” Drew asked.

“Hell no,” Greg replied.

“So where’s the money then?” Brad queried.

Greg managed a laugh. “I’ll tell you back at the hotel.”

They fell silent until they were out of the casino.

“Drew, I hate to steal your thunder, but I think that was the best game of superheroes ever played,” Greg announced. “Especially from Ry…my hero.”

“I’ve had two slow screws against a wall and a slippery nipple, I’ll do anything,” Ryan chuckled.

Everyone cracked up laughing; things were starting to go from weird to just plain freaky.