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"And now to see who's really responsible for all this..." Teddy James announces smugly as he reached for the back of the bound villain's head. Like always, he felt the seam of a rubber mask underneath the coarse red-haired wig. It had been a long week unraveling the conundrum surrounding the ghost ship off the coast of Sable Island near Nova Scotia.
In the end it had all been holographic projectors, wires and theatre tricks making the ancient Viking longship appear and disappear in the foggy waters.
With a flourish Teddy pulled the rubber mask away revealing the face of the villain underneath.
"Morgan Sterling!" The group of teenagers exclaimed in unison.
"Of course," Wilma Bingsley smirked as she pushed her heavy square-framed black glasses up a little higher on her nose. "Exactly as I predicted."
Wooly sighed, digging in the voluminous pockets of his baggy jeans before reluctantly passing Wilma a fiver. "Like, I don't know why I even suspected someone else."
"Mreow," huffed Scully-Sue, Wooly's oversized cat. "Yeah, mreow, it's always this clown."
Morgan looked up at the crowd of kids, so very, very proud of them all for being able to follow along with the game so well. The treasure was of course already safely stowed away at the safe house, and it would be yet another game of cat-and-mouse with Ohio James as to whether or not Morgan would actually be able to sell any of the ancient Viking artifacts or if the morally grey sociologist/hero/adventurer would return them to their 'rightful' owners or decedents thereof.
"And I would have gotten away with it too," Morgan hissed menacingly, "if not for you meddling kids and your cat!"