Professor Layton and the Beam Katana Chronicles
Chapter Three
Layton leaned on the balcony outside their apartment, looking down at the junk-littered streets below, and up to the massive corporate skyscraper towering above the filth, where the benefactors resided at the top.
Travis slouched against a telephone pole nearby. "So, what you gonna do?" he asked Layton.
"You mean when they come for me?" said Layton, biting his bottom lip nervously.
"No, douchebag, the device." said Travis. "That we're making to escape? The reason we came out here in the first place?"
Layton shook himself. "Right."
A long, tense silence followed. Travis looked at Layton expectantly. Layton looked back at Travis, a bit bemused.
"So… what?" asked Travis.
Layton sighed. "I must admit, I don't know where to start." he said, looking down at the ground.
Travis vented his frustration by kicking the pole. "Great… oh well. It's not like we have a time limit or anything." he said, looking up to the stormy skies.
"Well, we could build some sort of car or motorbike, but getting an engine would be difficult." said Layton.
"It'd need to be powerful enough." Travis pointed out.
Layton stared up at the skyscraper piercing the cloudy sky again. "I guess we could find something in the dried-up river bed." he mused. "Especially near the hospital. Occasionally, they dump an atrocious amount of waste. Since the river bed is naturally very poorly patrolled, it should be a safe start for some research."
"Dude, that's ages away." said Travis. "It'll take us forever to build this thing if we have to go back and forth a few miles every time we need a few more parts."
"Well Travis, like you said, we don't have a time limit." Layton pointed out.
"Yeah, but the sooner the better." said Travis.
Before long, they decided that they had no better options, and made their way down to the river bed. By the time they got there, it was snowing heavily.
"Jesus…" Travis muttered. "Why did it have to start snowing right now? It never snowed back in Santa Destroy."
"Well Travis, it is November." said Layton.
Travis sighed. "Ask a stupid question. You go set up camp, I'll start searching."