Chapter Four
Betsy reached down on the floor and picked up the stuffed cat beside her foot. She looked at it closely, raised it to her nose, and then she deeply inhaled its scent.
"Steele?" asked Kinton.
"Yes... and he's not alone. His wife and son are with him," Betsy replied.
"Don't worry. His secretary will take care of him," Kinton chuckled with a devious smile.
~*~o~*~
"It says here that Jeremy Kinton formerly of San Francisco has now moved to L.A. He's the head of the California Institute of Technology. It says that he's in charge of robotics," Laura said as the computer in her office flashed the pertinent information.
"Maybe we should check it out," Remington suggested. "Eh, Laura?"
"Absolutely," agreed Laura.
"But first of all, I'd like to ask Mildred a question."
"Yes?" inquired Mildred as Remington and Laura approached her at her desk.
"What's been happening on 'Days of our Lives?'" he questioned.
"I... can't remember," answered Mildred.
"You are an imposter!" Remington shouted. "The real Mildred would have been able to answer the question!"
Mildred stood up at her desk, a strange look upon her face. She was ready to blast Remington with the laser gun within her finger, but Remington picked up the radio and held it up in protection. The radio blew up when it was hit and Remington threw it, flames and all, into Mildred's face.
The fire from the radio melted away the artificial skin on Mildred's face to reveal a mass of wires and metal. Laura threw a typewriter at the robot, sending it crashing through a window and falling a few stories below onto the busy street.
"Good work, Laura," Remington praised.
"Now to find the REAL Mildred," Laura said with confidence.
"Sorry about your radio, darling," Remington apologized.
"You're much more important than my radio, Mr. Steele."
"What about the window?" Remington asked as he raised one eyebrow.
"Gee. I just don't know," Laura teased.
~*~o~*~
Laura drove toward the California Institute of Technology at top speed. "Laura! You're driving SCARES me!" Remington exclaimed, holding onto the dashboard as his dark hair flew back messily. "Hey! Watch out for that red light up ahead!"
"I'm watching it, Mr. Steele, but it's not going anywhere," Laura replied saucily. "Hold on, Rem! We are going to RUN it!"
"Aaaaaa!" Remington screamed. "LAURA!"
"Hold on tight!" she shouted with a mischievous grin upon her face.
~*~o~*~
Minutes later, they pulled up in the huge parking lot of the Institute. "This place is a lot more complicated than I imagined," Laura commented. "It is going to take us quite a while to give this place a thorough search."
"And how do you propose that we will find what it is we are looking for? Won't it look a little strange, you and I wandering around in there?" Remington asked, once again raising an eyebrow at her.
"Really, Mr. Steele! I am surprised at you! We'll do the usual! Find a couple of lab uniforms, put them on, and then we'll look just like everyone else in there..."
"I have a feeling it's going to be a longggg day," Remington sighed, rolling his eyes.