Chapter 229
229 The Evidence
It was the morning, and the sun was glinting through the window. I dressed up, brushed my teeth, walked downstairs to only see Mom sleeping on the couch.
Nonetheless I walked outside to get to the bus, and I entered quickly. I looked towards the back where Greg was sitting.
He was sitting by the kids at the back, where a lot of noise was produced. I felt a bit nervous going back there, but I was slowly feeling acceptance as I reached there.
“What’s good, Connor,” Greg said, dabbing me up. Now I don’t mean the 2016 dab, not that one. The handshake dab. “So, are we just gonna talk here or...” I asked, which Greg shrugged. “I don’t know. Has Nikki responded yet?”
I gave him a widened look, but Greg chuckled. “It’s fine,” Greg said. “Just be normal.”
“Alright, but if anything happens,” I said to him. Greg sighed. “Fulton called me last night, right after you left.”
That name ignited a whole shrill of anger down my spine. Fulton, the son of Rocke-who he killed-has been annoying me about my father, when he just had a bad relationship with his father.
That ain’t my problem!
“And what does he want?” I said hastily, as Greg looked at me with his head to the side and then nodded his head once. “He said that we want to warn you about our father, saying his plans aren’t what you think it is,” Greg said. “I haven’t seen any signs of Mr. Drails acting weird.”
.....
“Me neither,” I said, shaking my head. Greg took a deep breath, and then took a look at me-noticing my frustration. “It’s fine bro,” he said with an encouraging smile. But then he immediately followed, “But he said that he has evidence.”
The whole world felt like it stopped moving.
“Evidence?” I asked him and Greg nodded. “Evidence.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know, he never told me anything else,” Greg said with a shrug. “But apparently something is happening, and I’m not sure it’s good at all.”
“It’s not,” I said with a sigh, which Greg noticed and looked at me with a worried expression. “It’s definitely not good.”
I was getting angry just thinking about that man, Fulton.
***
“Redford Bane,” Mr. Drails said, pointing at Mr. Bane which me and Greg saw yesterday through the cameras. We were inside the room that we usually get or discuss our missions. “Him,” Malachi muttered to himself, meaning he must’ve seen him somewhere. Or maybe it was something more personal, I’m not exactly sure.
“He owns, or manages in this case, the Fillmore Center. It’s meant for training newly graduated TSA agents, and also giving supplies. With that, I’m not sure exactly how,” Mr. Drails said. “Right now, the Fillmore Center is holding Matthew Lock, but they’re leaving soon. We need someone to infiltrate the base to find out his next location, and also the basic outlook of the island.”
I nodded, thinking about it for a moment, “The security isn’t too tight.” Mr. Drails looked at me with a grin that said, ‘I know.’ He knows what I’m thinking, but he wanted me to say it anyway. Typical, him. Malachi nodded. “So when do we-YMPA agents-start moving in?” he asked, taking pride in his career.
“Oh yeah, that...” Mr. Drails said. “The YMPA isn’t doing this.”
“What? Who?” September asked. “The FMA? The CSMO? JSA?”
“Nope.”
“Who?!” we all asked in unison. Mr. Drails took a glance at all of us before saying, “BANE.”
“Isn’t that the man we’re...” I asked. Mr. Drails shook his head. “Not that Bane, B-A-N-E. Bane!”
“Marcello?” Tisiah said with confusion. “How’s he any better?!” Mr. Drails chuckled, “He isn’t a part of EMO, but he is his own organization.”
“His organization has the same name as the man protecting Lock!” Malachi rebounded. “You sure about that?”
Mr. Drails nodded, “Yeah.” He leaned back in his chair as he was thinking about it all. “Alright,” he began to speak as his eyes opened up wide with excitement and interest, “The plan is to get Marcello and three of you guys to the island. Two have to stay behind.”
Should I stay behind? Should I go? That question lingered inside my head until Mr. Drails looked at me and nodded. “Connor, you’re going to stay behind,” Mr. Drails said as he pointed at me. “Tisiah will join you,” Mr. Drails said. “The rest will go to the island. Get ready tomorrow. Things might go down.”
Everyone exited the room, as thoughts and excitement began to spaz inside my mind, as if my head was being blown up by a balloon that had been filled with water-but not painfully of course. It was just filled with water and pressure...pressure to think about the mission.
“Well...at least we know what we’re doing tomorrow,” Tisiah said with his hands on his hips as he walked beside me outside the room as he looked at me. I sighed. “You know how to do all the camera stuff?”
“Didn’t you learn that in Caville’s class?” Tisiah asked.
“Yeah, kind of failed that one,” I said, feeling embarrassment run down my spine. Tisiah nodded, sharing my humiliation, but then he took a glance at my face before saying, “Well it’s no big deal man. You’ll get better with practice.”
“Well I’ma need to learn first,” I said, dabbing him up with a handshake. “But yeah, we should be good at it.”
Tisiah nodded as he looked to me and said, “It’s probably going to be pretty tough to get there, right?”
“Yeah, I just hope they make it there safely,” I responded back, worry starting to fill in for its own shift, as it started to grow and expand in my head. “But I don’t think we should worry too much about it.”
“I agree,” Tisiah said with a smile.
***
I walked over to Greg’s house, still thinking about what he said. Evidence about my father? What could be possibly be there, that it would be prove his ridiculous claim? I needed to know, and I needed to know now. As I approached Greg’s house, I could feel my heartbeat quicken. I opened the door quickly.
“Hey man,” Greg greeted me with his usual smile.
“What’s good bro?” I said as I walked in. “So about this whole thing with my father, you said there was evidence.”
Greg nodded. He walked into the living room and pulled out his secret computer from behind the picture. “Alright, let me just load it up,” he said, as he began to start typing, as if he knew what was going to come up.
“Is it going to be bad?” I asked him, with a shiver running down my spine.
“I don’t know... haven’t seen it yet,” he responded, which made nothing better at all. Suddenly, a video popped up, and I saw a room that was surrounded by metal. But the object inside was something I recognized instantly.
“The Xeno,” I said. “Why is something from two missions ago my problem?”
“I don’t know...” Greg muttered, staying invested in the video. I watched it with my own eyes, seeing the Xeno. I had to remind myself to breathe, as it had a lot of meaning, and meaning that I had no control over. Then, Mr. Drails and three YMPA spies walked inside of the room.
“Well, ain’t I surprised,” Mr. Drails said sarcastically, looking at the gigantic machine. “It’s like an alien fortress.” He laughed at his own joke and then looked at all three of them with a smirk on his face. “So, you got this thing ready?” he asked one of them, who nodded with confidence. “Good, because we got a little plan.” He turned back around to the Xeno, but then turned around again to look at the three spies in front of him.
“Does the YMPA know?” one of them asked.
He didn’t respond, and now suspicion was beginning, “No one can know,” Mr. Drails said, as he walked towards the Xeno and grabbed the metal arm on the side of the machine, which started to move on its own accord. “We don’t wanna risk anything.”
“Risk what? I would prefer we-”
Mr. Drails put his finger up, hushing them down, “Quiet!”
He looked at them with a smile and walked towards the Xeno once again.
“I’m going to take off the cover,” he said to himself as if it was no big deal to him. Then he ripped off the metal covering off the Xeno’s body and revealed the machine underneath it all, which was made of metal and glass-looking just like the rest of it.
“Oh yeah, this looks clean,” he said, touching its big structure, which started to open up and expose the Xeno’s insides. The spy standing next to him stepped back, probably because it was too large to touch or look at in detail. “Charge it up, now,” he said. “Quickly.”
The spy moved quickly, turning a key inside of the machine and turning another one within the Xeno as well as turning a big button on top of the machine as well. The Xeno then started to vibrate with electricity before it started to light up blue and purple lightning all throughout its insides and then started to make loud humming noises.
Then, the video stopped.
It was the morning, and the sun was glinting through the window. I dressed up, brushed my teeth, walked downstairs to only see Mom sleeping on the couch.
Nonetheless I walked outside to get to the bus, and I entered quickly. I looked towards the back where Greg was sitting.
He was sitting by the kids at the back, where a lot of noise was produced. I felt a bit nervous going back there, but I was slowly feeling acceptance as I reached there.
“What’s good, Connor,” Greg said, dabbing me up. Now I don’t mean the 2016 dab, not that one. The handshake dab. “So, are we just gonna talk here or...” I asked, which Greg shrugged. “I don’t know. Has Nikki responded yet?”
I gave him a widened look, but Greg chuckled. “It’s fine,” Greg said. “Just be normal.”
“Alright, but if anything happens,” I said to him. Greg sighed. “Fulton called me last night, right after you left.”
That name ignited a whole shrill of anger down my spine. Fulton, the son of Rocke-who he killed-has been annoying me about my father, when he just had a bad relationship with his father.
That ain’t my problem!
“And what does he want?” I said hastily, as Greg looked at me with his head to the side and then nodded his head once. “He said that we want to warn you about our father, saying his plans aren’t what you think it is,” Greg said. “I haven’t seen any signs of Mr. Drails acting weird.”
.....
“Me neither,” I said, shaking my head. Greg took a deep breath, and then took a look at me-noticing my frustration. “It’s fine bro,” he said with an encouraging smile. But then he immediately followed, “But he said that he has evidence.”
The whole world felt like it stopped moving.
“Evidence?” I asked him and Greg nodded. “Evidence.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know, he never told me anything else,” Greg said with a shrug. “But apparently something is happening, and I’m not sure it’s good at all.”
“It’s not,” I said with a sigh, which Greg noticed and looked at me with a worried expression. “It’s definitely not good.”
I was getting angry just thinking about that man, Fulton.
***
“Redford Bane,” Mr. Drails said, pointing at Mr. Bane which me and Greg saw yesterday through the cameras. We were inside the room that we usually get or discuss our missions. “Him,” Malachi muttered to himself, meaning he must’ve seen him somewhere. Or maybe it was something more personal, I’m not exactly sure.
“He owns, or manages in this case, the Fillmore Center. It’s meant for training newly graduated TSA agents, and also giving supplies. With that, I’m not sure exactly how,” Mr. Drails said. “Right now, the Fillmore Center is holding Matthew Lock, but they’re leaving soon. We need someone to infiltrate the base to find out his next location, and also the basic outlook of the island.”
I nodded, thinking about it for a moment, “The security isn’t too tight.” Mr. Drails looked at me with a grin that said, ‘I know.’ He knows what I’m thinking, but he wanted me to say it anyway. Typical, him. Malachi nodded. “So when do we-YMPA agents-start moving in?” he asked, taking pride in his career.
“Oh yeah, that...” Mr. Drails said. “The YMPA isn’t doing this.”
“What? Who?” September asked. “The FMA? The CSMO? JSA?”
“Nope.”
“Who?!” we all asked in unison. Mr. Drails took a glance at all of us before saying, “BANE.”
“Isn’t that the man we’re...” I asked. Mr. Drails shook his head. “Not that Bane, B-A-N-E. Bane!”
“Marcello?” Tisiah said with confusion. “How’s he any better?!” Mr. Drails chuckled, “He isn’t a part of EMO, but he is his own organization.”
“His organization has the same name as the man protecting Lock!” Malachi rebounded. “You sure about that?”
Mr. Drails nodded, “Yeah.” He leaned back in his chair as he was thinking about it all. “Alright,” he began to speak as his eyes opened up wide with excitement and interest, “The plan is to get Marcello and three of you guys to the island. Two have to stay behind.”
Should I stay behind? Should I go? That question lingered inside my head until Mr. Drails looked at me and nodded. “Connor, you’re going to stay behind,” Mr. Drails said as he pointed at me. “Tisiah will join you,” Mr. Drails said. “The rest will go to the island. Get ready tomorrow. Things might go down.”
Everyone exited the room, as thoughts and excitement began to spaz inside my mind, as if my head was being blown up by a balloon that had been filled with water-but not painfully of course. It was just filled with water and pressure...pressure to think about the mission.
“Well...at least we know what we’re doing tomorrow,” Tisiah said with his hands on his hips as he walked beside me outside the room as he looked at me. I sighed. “You know how to do all the camera stuff?”
“Didn’t you learn that in Caville’s class?” Tisiah asked.
“Yeah, kind of failed that one,” I said, feeling embarrassment run down my spine. Tisiah nodded, sharing my humiliation, but then he took a glance at my face before saying, “Well it’s no big deal man. You’ll get better with practice.”
“Well I’ma need to learn first,” I said, dabbing him up with a handshake. “But yeah, we should be good at it.”
Tisiah nodded as he looked to me and said, “It’s probably going to be pretty tough to get there, right?”
“Yeah, I just hope they make it there safely,” I responded back, worry starting to fill in for its own shift, as it started to grow and expand in my head. “But I don’t think we should worry too much about it.”
“I agree,” Tisiah said with a smile.
***
I walked over to Greg’s house, still thinking about what he said. Evidence about my father? What could be possibly be there, that it would be prove his ridiculous claim? I needed to know, and I needed to know now. As I approached Greg’s house, I could feel my heartbeat quicken. I opened the door quickly.
“Hey man,” Greg greeted me with his usual smile.
“What’s good bro?” I said as I walked in. “So about this whole thing with my father, you said there was evidence.”
Greg nodded. He walked into the living room and pulled out his secret computer from behind the picture. “Alright, let me just load it up,” he said, as he began to start typing, as if he knew what was going to come up.
“Is it going to be bad?” I asked him, with a shiver running down my spine.
“I don’t know... haven’t seen it yet,” he responded, which made nothing better at all. Suddenly, a video popped up, and I saw a room that was surrounded by metal. But the object inside was something I recognized instantly.
“The Xeno,” I said. “Why is something from two missions ago my problem?”
“I don’t know...” Greg muttered, staying invested in the video. I watched it with my own eyes, seeing the Xeno. I had to remind myself to breathe, as it had a lot of meaning, and meaning that I had no control over. Then, Mr. Drails and three YMPA spies walked inside of the room.
“Well, ain’t I surprised,” Mr. Drails said sarcastically, looking at the gigantic machine. “It’s like an alien fortress.” He laughed at his own joke and then looked at all three of them with a smirk on his face. “So, you got this thing ready?” he asked one of them, who nodded with confidence. “Good, because we got a little plan.” He turned back around to the Xeno, but then turned around again to look at the three spies in front of him.
“Does the YMPA know?” one of them asked.
He didn’t respond, and now suspicion was beginning, “No one can know,” Mr. Drails said, as he walked towards the Xeno and grabbed the metal arm on the side of the machine, which started to move on its own accord. “We don’t wanna risk anything.”
“Risk what? I would prefer we-”
Mr. Drails put his finger up, hushing them down, “Quiet!”
He looked at them with a smile and walked towards the Xeno once again.
“I’m going to take off the cover,” he said to himself as if it was no big deal to him. Then he ripped off the metal covering off the Xeno’s body and revealed the machine underneath it all, which was made of metal and glass-looking just like the rest of it.
“Oh yeah, this looks clean,” he said, touching its big structure, which started to open up and expose the Xeno’s insides. The spy standing next to him stepped back, probably because it was too large to touch or look at in detail. “Charge it up, now,” he said. “Quickly.”
The spy moved quickly, turning a key inside of the machine and turning another one within the Xeno as well as turning a big button on top of the machine as well. The Xeno then started to vibrate with electricity before it started to light up blue and purple lightning all throughout its insides and then started to make loud humming noises.
Then, the video stopped.
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