Wheels begin to turn...

The hums of the murder machines slowly grinds to a stop as the finish off their gruesome purpose. Their operator hurries out of the clubhouse of TEAM- the final stop of his magical, misery muder tour for week on. He leaves in a hurry, anxious to see the results of his own personal addition to this henious chore.

As he makes his way to his destination, he looks at the palatial palace of the Watchers and an evil smirk finds it's way to his face.

"Oh, if you could only SEE what the stars hold for you. But alas you'll be Forced to WATCH as it all CrasHEs down."

He makes his way to his den, and begins to check the readings on his machines.

"Energy can never REALLY be destroyed. It must GO somewhere." he begins to cackle. "Not enough to arouse suspicion" he thinks to himself "And by the time they do see it'll be too late. Week 9 TRULY will be their KILLER wEEK!"

He then turns his attention to another set of readings, and satistfied with their reports he vidchats his accomplice

"Yes. The findings are solid." he whispers- suddenly aware of how loud he actually speaks "The bends are appearing, the fractures will follow. No one will notice, as the 8 has been silenced. It's aLL coming toGETHER." he begins to giggle. His partner issues a silent nod of affirmation and logs off.

The manic man begins to sign an odd song horribly off key, one that holds a twisted meaning to him

"Oh!  wRItten in THe STaRS. A Million MILEs away! A MESSAGE to the Main!  OhhHH, SEasons ComE and GO. But I wiLL nevER chaNGe! And I'm On mY WAYYYYYyyyYYYYYY!!!"