VOYAGERS! - The Voyager Chronicles
REBELLION - BOOK 7
(Sequel to Old Friends, New Beginnings)
By DA Daugherty (VoyagersFan)
December 2011
Previous disclaimers apply
Chapter 1 – WIN, LOSE OR DRAW.
"Jeffrey, I said no!" Bogg barked as he stomped across the rough cabin floor.
After their last assignment, the two had decided to revisit Bogg's favorite camping spot for a little bit of rest and relaxation. However, unlike their last trip, rest and relaxation were no longer priority items on the planned agenda, as the two were currently in a parent/child tug of war like no other.
Bogg continued his slow trek across the room, staring at his feet as he put one foot in front of the other. Suddenly though, he stopped in his tracks and whirled about. With his guns now loaded for bear, he flung his arms into the air and continued firing at his son without compunction.
"Kid, why are you doing this? You know we've had this discussion more times than I can count! And you should know exactly how I feel about this!"
Bogg had never given a second thought to the idea of becoming a parent. He knew it was not going to be an easy job. For sure, it was not an undertaking for the faint of heart. But inside, he knew he was ready for the challenge. Jeff had suffered a terrible loss in his life at a fairly young age. He had no family that wanted him, no place to put his head at night and no one to provide the essentials for life, i.e. food, clothing, shelter and most important of all, love and support. Knowing this, Bogg, in a totally unselfish act of self-sacrifice had thrown himself into the proverbial deep end of the pool, not knowing for sure whether he would sink or swim. Surprisingly enough, after many months of being in the drink, his head was still comfortably above water, that is, until now.
Unlike most, he was lucky. Needless to say he seldom needed to be reminded of that fact. Fate couldn't have picked a better child to be his son. Jeff was a great kid. He was happy, intelligent and loving. Not only that, but for the most part he also was polite and well behaved. Of course, like most kids his age there were exceptions to this. These included what the older voyager had loosely termed as 'fits of mischief', 'bouts of fresh mouth' and 'jerky-filled ears.' Of all his son's idiosyncrasies, no matter how big or small, Bogg still loved him, unconditionally.
However, with his son now entering the adolescent phase of his life, Bogg had begun to see a change in him. Almost overnight, the dynamics of their close, loving relationship had somehow become strained beyond tolerance. Like a chameleon, Jeff had turned from the good son he once was into the biggest problem child ever to set foot on the planet. Or so Bogg thought. As an effect of the tsunami of hormones that were currently raging inside of him, his son had not only grown two inches taller and his voice had changed, but he had become moody, belligerent, disrespectful and inattentive.
During this stressful time, Bogg had employed almost every trick he knew of to deal with his troublesome 14 year old. Among these were the usual 'I'll leave you at the nearest orphanage' threats, as well as scoldings, groundings and the taking away of precious privileges. All of these met with some success as they would only redirect the young Voyager for a brief time. In addition, he had come up with a few ingenious tricks of his own to try to keep his son on the straight and narrow path. These too, worked for a short while before eventually becoming obsolete. Even after all the successes and failures, he soon found out that the most effective tool he had in his parenting toolkit was his ability to communicate with his son. The problem was, Jeff had discovered the on/off switch for his ears and had learned how best to use this to his own advantage.
"Bogg, you never let me do any-thing!" Jeff whined in a manly tone. "When are you ever going to realize…I'm not a little kid anymore?"
At this juncture, Bogg was showing signs of losing his patience. He began to scowl at his partner as Jeff's words echoed relentlessly inside his mind. Then without warning, another prickly barb slipped past his lips.
"Huh? Well you could'a fooled me. Just how many fourteen year old Voyagers have you seen lately throwing a temper tantrum like this?"
"I'm not throwing a tantrum." Jeff mumbled.
"I heard that!" Bogg snapped. "Kid you ARE throwing a tantrum."
"I am not!" Jeff yelled as he jumped to his feet and headed toward the cabin door.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going, mister? We're not done here yet."
Before he had taken his next step, Jeff paused for a moment before turning to face his dad.
"Oh, we're done alright! I'm through listening to you!" Jeff huffed. Without hesitation, he again turned toward the door and reached for the handle.
The situation in the room was decaying at a rapid pace. Unlike other arguments the two had been through in the past, the magnitude of this one was off the charts. As much as he tried, Bogg couldn't understand what was going on inside of his partner. He struggled to identify in his mind what he had done to the boy to provoke him to such a state of rage. On the other hand, Jeff was furious at Bogg and was tired of his seemingly heavy handed parental rule over him. Frustrated by his perceived enslavement, he wanted out and had already made his way toward the door with thoughts of leaving for good.
"I have an omni." Jeff thought to himself. "I can go anywhere I want and do anything I want. I can be free of sergeant Bogg and his ordering me around."
"I've had enough and I'm leaving!" Jeff quipped angrily.
Bogg was at his wit's end. The more he tried to reason with his son, the more their argument escalated. In addition to his anger and disappointment with him, he was beginning to tremble with uneasiness, especially upon seeing his partner with one foot in the door and another on a banana peel. He knew that losing Jeff would be the worst thing that could ever happen to him and he had to do something…anything to keep his son from running out on him. The only way they could ever resolve their differences was to talk through them. Somehow, he had to calm the boy down and try to get him to open up.
"Jeffrey! C'mon now. You're just not gonna give up and take the easy way out, are you? Even when things get tough, a Voyager never quits. A Voyager never gives up without a fight. Not even when he has a disagreement."
Jeff paused. The words that had just touched his ears had struck a chord inside of him. With this, he clomped back over to the sofa, plopped down and stared at his feet.
"Look at me, Jeff." Bogg said softly.
Jeff continued to stare at his feet, undaunted.
"JEFF-REY! LOOK AT ME!" Bogg repeated, only louder.
Jeff quickly raised his head. Fiery beams of anger emanated from his eyes as he glared at his partner.
"Alright! ALRIGHT! I'm LOOKING at YOU! Now what?" He snapped.
"What IS eating at you?" Bogg asked impatiently as he nodded his head. "I'm concerned, kiddo. This is so not like you."
"What do you care?" Jeff mumbled.
"I care Jeff!" Bogg replied, while trying to keep his voice below the level needed to bring down the rafters. "I care a lot. The problem is I don't understand what's going on inside that head of yours."
The older voyager continued to stroll around the room, his eyes following the woodgrain patterns of the floor. For a time, he said nothing. When the notion finally hit him, he again began to speak.
"You know, we've had our disagreements..."
"Boy, have we ever had our disagreements..." He mumbled under his breath.
"But until now, we've always been able to resolve our differences. But this…it's not normal for you to act this way."
"Yea, we've resolved our differences alright!" Jeff shouted. "It's always your way or the highway!"
"C'mon, that's not fair." Bogg countered with a hint of disappointment. "I'll have you to know, it's NOT always my way. You've had your way more times than I can count."
"Yeah, right." Jeff moaned.
"You may not realize it, but I've always listened to you. Your input means a great deal to me. And even though I don't always agree with you, I respect what you have to say. You make me sound like another Hitler or something."
"Did I say you were Hitler?" Jeff asked.
"No, but you're implying it." Bogg quipped. "Kid, there's more going on here than meets the eye. Something is bothering you and you are holding it in for some reason."
"Nothing's bothering me." Jeff barked. "Nothing at all. So why don't you just leave me alone."
"No Jeff, I'm not gonna leave you alone." Bogg said with intensity. "You have a beef with me? Tell me! If I've done something wrong. I want to know! I'm tired of walking on eggshells around you! I'm tired of apologizing, especially when I don't even know what I'm apologizing for. So come on and get it out in the open. You need to get it off your chest because it's eating you up inside."
For a time there was silence. Neither son nor dad attempted even the slightest word. Jeff sat on the sofa with his head down while Bogg continued to pace the floor, unable to stand still. The tension in the room was fierce, so much so that in a nearby window, a fly was buzzing about, frantically attempting to find the exit prior to the next shockwave.
"Bogg, I'm tired of you telling me what to do all the time." Jeff quipped. "I'm tired of being your little kid."
Bogg walked over and sat down beside his partner. He turned to face him, took a deep calming breath and attempted to speak in a normal tone of voice.
"Jeff, I'm your dad. It's my job to tell you what to do." Bogg stated softly as he tried to keep his volume in check.
"You still don't understand." Jeff quipped. "Obviously, I'm just wasting my time here."
"Kid, that's just it. I don't understand. I don't understand why all of a sudden we are at each other's throats." He replied as he lowered his head and put his fist over his heart. "I love you, Jeff. I'm your friend, your partner and most of all, your dad. It's tearing me apart inside to see you like this. And I don't know what to do to fix it!"
"Now whose ears are filled with jerky, huh?" Jeff snapped. "Have you not been listening to me? I've been trying to tell you what's wrong!"
"I'm trying to, but all you've done for the past 30 minutes is yell at me." Bogg argued. "Please…turn down the volume and let's discuss this rationally, man to man, ok?"
Jeff grimaced a bit before reluctantly giving in to his partner's request.
"Ok." Jeff replied somewhat humbly. "I'll try not to yell at you."
"Good. Besides, I'm not ready for an ear trumpet just yet you know."
Jeff rolled his eyes. For once he did not see the humor in his partner's musings.
"Ok, so apparently I don't listen to you. So, here I am. I'm listening. You have my undivided attention. So tell me what's on your mind so that we can try and work this out."
With this open invitation from his partner, Jeff began to bear his soul.
"Bogg, I love you." He declared as he stared at his feet. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me since my parents died. You have taken me under your wing, taught me everything and given me opportunities that I wouldn't have had otherwise."
Bogg nodded in agreement, but didn't utter a word.
Jeff suddenly raised his head and made eye contact with his partner. "And I…I…appreciate everything, your gifts, your wisdom, your sacrifices and most of all your humor."
"Ok…kiddo. As a rapper would say…'I'm feeling ya.'" Bogg acknowledged. "Don't stop…You've come this far."
"But Bogg, you are smothering me."
"How so, Jeff?" Bogg asked curiously in a warm, loving tone.
"There are times when I feel as if we are bound at the hip. I feel I can't go anywhere or do anything for myself without you being right by my side. You have to realize, sometimes I just need to be alone, to have some quality time to myself."
Bogg sat and listened patiently as he continued to absorb and process the issues that his son was bringing out into the open.
"Ok, I understand. Everyone needs some time alone… to relax and regroup." Bogg said softly.
"Not only that, but you are constantly ordering me around and making decisions for me, even those simple ones that I'm totally capable of making for myself. Sometimes, I feel like a robot. It's as if I have no control of my life at all."
Bogg leaned back on the sofa and took a deep cleansing breath, as he reflected on his partner's words.
"I'm sorry, guy…really I am. It was never my intention to make you feel as if I'm your taskmaster. That's not the kind relationship I want us to have. I'm your dad, Jeff. And you… you are NOT my indentured servant…you ARE my son. I want our relationship to be that, and nothing else. As your dad, it's my job to be there for you, to protect you from harm and to guide you safely into adulthood."
"I'm not saying that you stand over me with a whip or something." Jeff said calmly. "I'm just saying that you are just being too overly protective of me."
"Ok, now we're getting to the nitty-gritty of it all. I see where you are coming from. Looking back, maybe I have been a bit of a control freak in this situation. But, you need to understand, sometimes, in order to fulfill my "dadly duties," I may have to make decisions for you that you may or may not understand, or for that matter, agree with. But, always remember, I'm doing these things because I love and care about you. You may not understand this today, but someday, when you grow into that great man you are destined to be, it will all become clear to you."
"I understand that, but…"
"Wait, kiddo. I'm not finished yet." Bogg said with a warm and loving tone.
"And another thing... I do confess. I HAVE always thought of you as my little kid. I'm not ashamed of that and neither should you be. It is a term of endearment and is not meant in any way to show disrespect to you or to question your level of maturity."
Bogg leaned over and put his arm around his son and gave him a quick hug.
"Jeff, you are my little kid." Bogg said lovingly. Even when you are thirty, in my eyes, you'll still be my little kid."
"I know you want to protect me Bogg, but you have to give me some freedom. I have to learn to stand on my own two feet. You know, to make decisions and work things out for myself. If I get it right, then great, if not, that's ok too. I'll learn from my mistakes and grow from them."
"You know kid; I never claimed to be the perfect parent." Bogg confessed. "When it comes right down to it, I don't think there is such a thing. You know, when you came into my life, I don't recall ever receiving an instruction manual, explaining how to raise you. So, like most parents, I had to do the best that I could do based on my own personal values and upbringing, while using my own best judgment. Maybe in my extreme efforts to be that perfect parent, I've totally lost sight of the obvious."
"Believe me when I say this, I've always wanted you take on more responsibility and make decisions for yourself. When the time comes, I want you to be independent and have the ability to stand on your own. I wouldn't be a good parent if I didn't want that. Besides, dear old dad here won't be around forever you know. Sooner or later, I'll find myself on final assignment."
Jeff's chin dropped as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"You're not going to die." Jeff yelped with some distress in his voice. "You've got many more years before that will ever happen."
"Kid, you don't know that." Bogg said warmly. "But I do appreciate the thought."
"Ok. From this point forward, I promise to loosen the reins so to speak and give you the freedom to make decisions and as you so aptly put it, work things out for yourself. How 'bout that?"
Jeff reached over and put his arm around his dad. "That's great!"
"One other thing, kiddo."
"What's that?" Jeff asked softly.
"Just remember this. And let me explain it to you in military terms. This is your promotion from private to corporal. If you abuse the privilege, rest assured, this general will bust you back to a private in a New York minute. Got it! Not only that, if I ever feel you are in over your head, I, as your dear old dad, WILL take control of the situation without a second thought. Now, do you agree to these terms?"
Jeff sat for a moment and pondered the terms of their agreement.
"Yes, I agree."
Bogg extended his hand to his partner.
"Let's shake on it."
Jeff reached out and took his dad's hand and officially sealed the agreement between the two of them.
"Ok, what about the little trip that I was talking about?"
"You mean the trip back to save your mom and dad from their terrible fate? What about it?"
"Can I go?"
"The answer is still no." Bogg said firmly.
"But…but… What about our agreement?" Jeff asked. "What about the part of letting me make my own decisions?"
"This falls under the section of 'you being in over your head.' Bogg explained. "And I'm taking control."
"I don't understand, Bogg." Jeff whined. "This is not fair."
"Kid, life is seldom fair." Bogg said with a hint of humor in his tone. "Do I have to explain my reasons to you again? C'mon now. You're smarter than that. I said NO and that's final."
Jeff's expression at this moment was that of sheer frustration and anger.
"So now you're saying I'm stupid." Jeff quipped.
"No Jeff, I was just saying…"
"Well, that's what you said."
"For once, would you stop letting those hormones run that mouth of yours. I would like to finish a sentence before you snap my head off." Bogg quipped.
"I didn't snap your head off." Jeff argued.
Bogg sat back on the sofa and for a moment, said nothing.
"I still don't understand why you won't let me do this." Jeff said pointedly.
"Ok, I'll explain it to you one more time…" Bogg replied. "Only this time, I'll use five simple words."
"What's that?" Jeff asked curiously.
"YOU WILL CHANGE THE TIMELINE."
"No I won't." Jeff argued. "If you are afraid my going back and preventing the accident will cause history to be changed, I can't see how that could happen. Mom and dad were just plain ol' everyday ordinary people. They were not destined for any greatness or fame. If they hadn't died, they would have lived out the rest of their lives doing the same ol' things they had done for years."
"You don't know that. " Bogg said sharply. "What if their deaths were the direct cause of you becoming a Voyager?"
"How can that be? Garth said that I was already destined to become a Voyager."
"Yes, that was how history was written, but that was AFTER your parents had died." Bogg argued.
Jeff in his usual lawyer like style, continued to plead his case before his partner.
"Yes, that's how it was written, but what if their deaths had nothing to do with it?"
Bogg sat for a moment, pondering his partner's question in his mind. He knew he had a valid point, but the only thought going through his mind at the moment was "Smart kids give me such a pain."
"Ok, I'll give you that one." Bogg replied. "There is a remote possibility you would have become a Voyager regardless of what happened to your parents. But there's no evidence to support that. It's just a theory."
"Here's another thought, kiddo. What if your parent's death was meant to be, that is, for the greater good of humanity?"
"What do you mean…'for the greater good of humanity?'" Jeff asked curiously.
"Well, what if the accident was meant to keep your parents from doing something…say something that would have posed a threat to mankind? You know the old saying, everything happens for a reason."
Jeff nodded his head in disbelief.
"Seriously? What could a history professor/amateur archeologist and his wife do that would affect the whole of mankind, huh?" Jeff asked with a note of sarcasm in his voice. "It's not like they could have invented some new deadly disease or started the next world war."
"I don't know kid. That's why I'm asking you." Bogg argued as he attempted to make his partner see reason. "You're playing around with a big set of unknowns here. Do you really want to put the wheels of this plan into motion, when you don't even know for sure what the outcome will be?"
At that moment, Jeff jumped to his feet and began pacing the floor, pondering what had just been said. After a time, he turned to his partner.
"Bogg, I'm sorry, but I just can't see the harm in doing this. Besides, I owe it to them. If there was any way to save them, they would want me to at least try."
"Even at the risk of changing the timeline for the worse." Bogg quipped impatiently. "Jeff you are not thinking straight here. During the time we've been together, you have told me quite a bit about Bill and Kathy, so much so that I feel that I actually know them personally. They were highly intelligent and rational people. I can't imagine them ever agreeing to such a reckless undertaking, especially if they knew the risks. Think about it, kiddo. For a moment, put your feelings for them aside. Think about what they would say."
"I HAVE thought about it and I HAVE examined the possibilities." Jeff quipped. "And I'm still not convinced that doing this is the wrong thing."
"Ok, let's look at this from a different angle. Let's say you go back in time and stop the accident from occurring. The two timelines, yours and theirs are linked together, with you being the point of focus. What happens if your actions to save them end up drastically changing your own timeline? What if everything we've done so far and all the experiences we've shared since we first met never occur? What if because of the changes to your timeline, we never meet? Do you really want to take that risk?"
"That's history." Jeff said cynically. "We'll meet. It's already happened."
"Yes, it's already happened and it happened as I said before, AFTER the accident. Kid, you have to realize, time is fluid, like a river. If you put a dam several miles upstream, then everything from that point forward is without water. It's the law of cause and effect. You can't just go back and make changes to a particular event in history without affecting the events that occur after it. I thought you understood that concept."
"I do understand, but…"
"And what about the Voyager Code? Do you realize if you go through with this, you will be violating a whole entire section of it? Remember the tribunal?"
"Yea, I remember." Jeff said sullenly.
"You know, a few minutes ago you said you wanted more responsibility. Well, if you go through with this you'll definitely get your wish. You'll get the responsibility you want alright and much more than you realize. You WILL be brought before that same tribunal and held responsible for your actions. Not only that, but I'll be held responsible also, as your partner and your instructor."
"I don't care about the Voyager Code." Jeff shouted. "I care about my parents."
Bogg's emotions were churning inside of him like the waves of a tsunami. His partner's words had unexpectedly stirred up issues that he thought he had come to grips with long ago. As much as he tried to suppress and control the anger which was building inside of him, he could not prevent the inevitable explosion from occurring.
"I know you do kiddo. It's been more than two years since they died and you have yet to let go of them."
"What do you mean by that?" Jeff snapped.
"Well what do you think? Not a day goes by that you aren't thinking about them, talking about them or grieving over them. You have yet to realize, Jeff, your parents are gone. You can't bring them back. I'm the only family you have now. Remember, I made a commitment to you…to be there for you…to be your family and to be your dad. You were saying minutes ago that you were tired of walking in my shadow. How would you feel if you were in my shoes? How do you think I feel having to walk in your parent's shadows on a daily basis?"
"I'm not believing this!" Jeff yelled. "My parents are dead and you…you… are jealous? You're jealous because I don't love you like I love them. That's the real reason why you don't want me to go back and save them. Isn't it?"
Bogg lowered his head in disappointment after being wounded by his partner's piercing accusations. His heart was now aching and his soul was in tears.
"I'm not jealous." Bogg said softly.
"You could'a fooled me…" Jeff snapped.
"Jeffrey…I know you are angry with me." Bogg said in a soft, trembling voice. "If I we're in your shoes, I probably would be too, but you have to realize, I love you… you're all I've got. But right now, I'm really confused as to where I stand with you."
"Bogg, you've always known where you stand with me." Jeff said sharply.
Bogg suddenly raised his head and glared at his partner.
"Do I? How can you be that sure, especially when I'm not sure at all? Maybe you should just tell me where I stand with you and get it over with. You've made it all too clear how you feel about me."
Jeff couldn't respond. Inside, he was experiencing a virtual whirlwind of emotions. There was the anger and contempt he now felt for his partner and along with it, the undeniable love which he had for him. There was the never-ending grief from his parent's untimely death which he had yet to come to grips with. Then there was the longing for them he felt deep in his soul. For an adult, reconciling these emotions would have been a challenge, but for a 14 year old, it was overwhelming.
After the barrage of arrows had temporarily ceased, Bogg sat silently for a moment, thinking of what was to become of their relationship. Even though Jeff was exhibiting signs of wanting to part ways, Bogg, even in a state of anger was not willing to give up that easily. He still loved him and he knew if he was going to win this battle he was going to have to continue to endure a long, hard struggle. With this thought, he firmly planted his standard in front of him, took up his shield and continued to fight for his son.
"Let me explain something to you kiddo. You know, you were virtually an orphan when I landed in your room years ago. You had no one. Even your aunt and uncle didn't want you as you've told me on numerous occasions. But fate put us together. At first, I'll admit I didn't like the idea of having a little snotty-nosed kid tagging alongside of me. But as time passed, like breaking in a new pair of shoes, our relationship became a comfortable fit. I took you under my wing and gave you the love and support that you would never have had back on Earth. And when the time came, I made the ultimate sacrifice for you. I became your dad, not because I had to, but because I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do and it was what we both wanted."
"Bogg…" Jeff whimpered.
"No… let me finish. Or at least I thought it was what we both wanted. I understand Bill and Kathy were your parents and you loved them dearly. You loved them then and still love them today. If you didn't, you wouldn't be jeopardizing your future…and ours in this way."
"I'm not jeopardizing our future." Jeff interrupted. "I love them and I want to save their lives."
"Ok, let's say you go back and save them. What happens after that, huh?" Bogg asked. "Have you even thought about that part yet? Well, if you haven't, then let me bring the issue out into the open so that you can think about it. When you bring them back to life… will this be our goodbye? Will you be staying with me or returning to the life you had with them?"
Jeff's eyes began to swell with tears as the reality of what his partner was saying finally set in. He sniffled a bit, before wiping them on his sleeve.
"I don't know, Bogg… I haven't figured that one out yet." Jeff replied with despair.
"What do you mean you haven't figured it out yet?" Bogg quipped. "I already know where you'll be… with them, of course."
In his unrelenting quest to fulfill his own wishes, Jeff was loosening, one by one, the ties that had bound the two Voyagers together for such a brief time. He was pulling away and no matter how much Bogg fought to keep it from happening, there was nothing that he could do to change what would be the inevitable conclusion. Jeff would go back and save his parents from their fate. The three of them would be reunited and again be a happy family and Bogg would once again be…alone.
With these thoughts, Bogg suddenly felt a lump come up in his throat, as an overwhelming surge of fear and uneasiness began to come to the surface. He swallowed hard and in a soft, saddened tone began to speak.
"Jeffrey… Uh… I guess there's just one more important question I need to ask. And before you give me your answer, I need for you search deep inside yourself and let me know the truth, ok?"
"What's that?" Jeff asked.
"Is this the end of us… the end of PB & J?"
Jeff stood in the midst of the room, frozen in place and stunned by his partner's unexpected question. By the look on his face, Bogg knew all too well this one question had hit home. It had broken through his partner's otherwise impenetrable skin and pierced his heart. And now, he had no idea how to respond. Soon after, a rush of emotions came over him the likes of which he had never experienced before. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his training omni and dialed up his destination.
"Please… don't!" Bogg exclaimed nervously. "Please kid, think about it. Think about what you are going to do, not only to yourself, but to us and to others. Please Jeff. Stop before it's too late."
Jeff slowly closed the lid on the omni as he looked up at his partner.
"Bogg, I'm sorry." Jeff said with a calm sense of resolution in his voice. "I have to do this. And don't try to stop me."
In a valiant move, a last ditch effort to stop his son and keep them together, Bogg snatched his omni from his belt and attempted to lockout the controls on his partner's training omni. However, his efforts were in vain. It was too late to stop him from going through with his plans.
With a clear conscious, Jeff pushed the button on his omni and vanished.
"Bats breath!" Bogg yelled.
Quickly, Bogg set the controls on his omni to follow his partner to his destination.
"Smart kid… Just wait 'til I get my hands on you." He mumbled. "You thought the time-out in the trash can was bad… Well, you ain't seen nothin' yet.
He pushed the button on his omni and then vanished.