Cold Defeat

“You’ve got mail.”

Friday quickly doubled clicked on the new email.

“AHAH!” exclaimed Wednesday. “You are in cohoots with Saturday.”

Friday spun in his chair to find Wednesday looked over from Thursday’s cubicle.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like proof that the Weekends have taken Monday.”

“Okay, that’s accurate,” Friday said.

Wednesday teleported into the cubicle directly in Friday’s face. “And that you knew about it!”

“I just found out. I was going to tell you.”

“Where is he?” Tuesday asked.

“I don’t know,” Friday said putting his hands up.

“Do the hacking thing,” Wednesday said.

“I’m not a hacker, Wednesday.”

Wednesday gestured at the computer. “You know, use the computer to find where they are keeping him.”

Friday sighed. “You know it’s a huge invasion of privacy, right?”

Tuesday leaned down over Friday. “Track Monday’s phone. he won’t mind.”

“Fine.” Text scrolled over Friday’s vision. “That’s weird. You won’t believe where he’s at.”

1 minute later.

The air hissed around Tuesday and Friday for a second after they Wednesday teleported them into Central Park.

“Monday?” Tuesday said.

“Oh, hey guys.” Monday stood up from the bench.

“We thought you were kidnapped,” Wednesday said.

Before Monday could respond, Saturday rounded the walking path with something in her hand.

“Lookout!” Tuesday shouted and blurred away.

SLAM!

Saturday flew several yards backward into a tree and Tuesday lined up to punch her again.

“Wait!” Monday yelled.

Wednesday teleported behind Saturday and held his Mercurian laser sword against Saturday’s throat.

Tuesday felt something cold dripping down her leg.

Monday sat back onto the bench. “She was bringing ice cream, guys.”