Arrested Development Bloopers Novels & Stories

I concluded as I glanced at Aramis. "I'm checking that video again." I muttered and waltzed out. Brandon and Aramis also followed suit. I sat on a swivel chair alongside Brandon and Aramis as we replayed the footage again, watching it intently. Truly, I saw her slip and fell into the pool but then I noticed something and I quickly paused the video and replayed it again. There was a fast forward timing and our mouths hung open as soon as the realisation hits us. "A part of the footage was erased!"

Third Person POV A few minutes later, one of the team members rushed in. “We’ve got footage from the building across the street,” he said. “They gave us access.” Lucas didn’t hesitate. “Play it.” The footage came up on the main screen. Everyone leaned in. Emily’s car appeared, pulling into the garage. Everything looked normal. Then.... The screen glitched. Static. Distortion. Then gone. Lucas cursed under his breath. “The jammer hit everything.” Clover narrowed her eyes, thinking. Hard. Then... “Wait,” she said.

In just a few minutes, he already sent the footage to Adrian. Adrian fast-forwarded to the timeframe when Stephanie called Evan. Then, he began playing the footage at an accelerated speed. Less than half an hour after that particular timeframe, he saw Joanne's silhouette on the screen. After Joanne got into the elevator, he saw Stephanie showing up a short while afterward. Adrian's eyes went wide at the discovery. He quickly restored the speed to the default. He saw Stephanie about to reach the elevator when she bumped into Joanne, who had just exited the elevator. The footage was recorded in high quality, and the audio was also recorded.

But halfway through, the video glitched. The next image wasn’t part of their brand. It was Brian. A shaky, grainy clip of him doing something… unspeakable. The room fell into a stunned silence. Gasps erupted from the crowd, and Brian’s face turned as white as a ghost. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, watching the chaos unfold. “Oops,” I muttered under my breath, the smirk widening. Diego’s voice cracked as he tried to regain control. But it was too late. The damage was done, and every eye in the room was on the brothers. Exactly where I wanted them.

Mitch is still at the table, but she too is asleep, slumped over, head resting on folded arms. I make a fresh pot of coffee and resume my post, setting the video to play at double-speed to save time, scanning image after useless image, this time of shots taken in the parking lot. A few dozen blurry shots of an ambulance with, as it's turned out, fake plates, before it vanishes off-camera. I down another coffee, then realise I'm rubbing my temples, trying to ease away the stress stabbing behind my eyes. Tossing back a couple of painkillers with a mouthful of water, I watch the footage from the security cameras again...

Smiling like they meant it. Their sweet, sick talk filled the room. "I installed that camera the day I came back with bodyguards," I said, cold. "You really thought no one would ever find out?" Lana and Felix went pale. Sadie walked to the door and pulled it open. A group of uniformed officers stepped in. Handcuffs snapped onto wrists. Vincent and Donelia started screaming. "Officer, there's been a mistake! Why are you arresting us?!" I smirked and pulled up another video.

Then— I fire again. This time— at the ceiling. At the cameras. Glass shatters. Sparks burst. Feed disrupted. Silence. For half a second. Then— Adrian laughs. Louder this time. “Better,” he says. The walls stop moving. Just for a moment. Enough. That’s all I need. Because now— he’s adjusting. And when people adjust— They make mistakes. I move again. Not where he expects. Not where he wants. But where he didn’t account for.

“We can play the blooper reel at the Christmas party.” “And take a shot for every time he says fuck,” Tyler chimes in, laughing. “Well, I think that means I'm doing this,” I chuckle. If my team need to see me making a fool of myself for some laughs then that's what I'll give them. When the meeting ends, everyone gets up to leave but I go up to my office to copy the footage from the elevator onto a disc. I plan on taking it to the police this afternoon. When I get down to the parking garage I hear someone trying to start up their car but failing. I dump my stuff on the passenger seat of my Rover and come to help.

Right in front…Laughing like they had just watched the best comedy special of the century. I skidded to a confused half-stop. “What’s… what’s you on?” I panted, bending over like an asthmatic horse. Adrian grinned. “It was just a prank though.” Echo added, giggling, “There’s no pull. You can relax.” I stared… At both of them… At their stupid, laughing faces, trying to confirm if they were for real or not. Nope. I didn’t trust them. Instead of stopping properly… I turned in the opposite direction and started running again.

My parents have been desensitized to shocking information, and being told Quinn is having my baby is nothing compared to getting a call that Bobby has been arrested for the fifth time. “Archie,” Mom’s voice comes through my voicemail. “Call me when you can. Bobby relapsed, and I don’t know where he is.”