A/N: This is the next chapter. I am having a bit of trouble. And this is going to be pretty short I think. Chap 8

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters apart from Frontestor.

Foaly lay back down on his bed sighing heavily. It was roughly 8 o'clock. He spent three hours in his booth simply being comforted by Holly and Trouble, both of whom knew how hard this was on him. Holly especially knew how hard this was on him. He sighed again. Then, he turned over and, grabbing a pillow, sobbed into it. There was one thought running through his head. "Was his beloved Callabine responsible for all this?"

The alarm bell went off. Foaly stretched one hand to turn it off. He sank back into his bed, not wanting to go to work. He wondered whether Trouble would let him have the day off.

His phone chose to go off at that point. He groaned.

"Answer!" Foaly thanked himself for the voice activated Speaker Phone. Marvellous.

"Hi Foaly," came Holly's voice. "I just rung Trouble, he says you can stay at home for today and however long you want it to be."

"How do you know what I want?" asked Foaly. Holly laughed.

"I just do. And you are staying at home aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Good. We were going to tell you something, but we'll delay it."

"What is it?" Foaly was starting to become suspicious.

"Nothing!" Holly sounded slightly worried. Foaly grinned.

"See you soon," said Holly. Foaly didn't reply. He sank into the bed and fell asleep.

Nearby, at Callabine's house

Callabine had returned to her house. She opened the door and walked into the living room. She sank onto her couch and put her head in her hand. A few minutes passed, and she started sobbing. Her shoulders shook and she fell sideways, still sobbing.

A voice suddenly stared talking. Callabine sat up, and looked around in alarm, unsure of what was going on.

"Callabine, you have disappointed me. Your weakness disgusts me. You are of no use to me." Callabine gasped and looked around. Frontestor hadn't come into her house, surely not? A red bead suddenly caught her eye. Her eyes widened in shock.

A bio-bomb.

She raced out of the house and onto the street. A white blinding flash could be seen from the windows. She paused, unsure if it was safe. Shaking, she sank onto the pavement, ignoring the passer-bys. There could be another bio-bomb, after all. She waited for five minutes, staring at the house. When no further bio-bombs decided to go off, she decided to go back into her house.

It was a bio-bomb, so there was no damage. Bugs and other small insects were dead, but that was all. She wasn't surprised. The more worrying aspect was that someone had planted a bio-bomb in her house but she knew who it was, Frontestor. Amazing, really. He'd told her he loved her, and he'd done that for the past decade. Betrayal. Now she knew how Foaly felt.

Foaly's house…

Foaly slept magnificently for several hours. A loud beep from the computer he kept beside his desk woke him. He groaned and turned over to look at it. There was an email. Actually, there were two, no, another came as well. He bitterly wondered who'd bother emailing him.

There was an email from Callabine, and two from Police Plaza. One was from Trouble and another one was automated. Suddenly, another email just came from Holly.

He opened the one from Callabine first.

Foaly,

I know you won't want me emailing you right now, but I though you'd want to know that Frontoster just planted a bio-bomb in my house. It didn't kill me.

Callabine.

Foaly saved his shock for later and opened the next one. The one from Police Plaza read

To Mr Foaly

We are saddened to advise you that Frontoster had laid a claim against you and that you will be expected at court to defend yourself. His claim is that you allegedly copied one of his inventions and attempted to patent it under your name. You are expected at court in a day.

This is an automated email. Please do not reply

Yours truly,

Lower Elements Police

Foaly breathed deeply, and opened Trouble's email.

Hey,

You probably just read the auto email. Pretty weird. We all know you didn't do it, and I sent this to say everyone here thinks you've no case to answer. Complete support all round.

Umm, I was going to make an announcement about something today, but I'll save it for later.

Your Commander,

Trouble

Foaly smiled. Of course everyone supported him, he thought, his inventions saved their lives. Holly:

Hey Pony Boy,

I just found out! Frond, I'm surprised. Umm, I don't really know what to say, but I am so sorry for you, it must be so hard. Yeah, I'll see you at work, I made Trouble promise that even of this case goes wrong, which I doubt, you'll still be head techie. But Good Luck, we know you're going to win this. No one beats Foaly and gets away with it!

Holly

Foaly smiled. Then, he went to his bed, grabbed a pillow, and punched it until the filling was everywhere. Then, he told himself he'd make an unbreakable pillow. At that point, he threw all sorts of things everywhere. The key board found it self on a direct flight to the other side of the room, the remaining pillows met Mr Window, the doona was on the floor, the couch got shoved away, the, thankfully unbreakable, cups were all over the apartment. Foaly was very upset. Very, very upset.

After a few minutes of an angry rampage, he sat down at his favourite computer. He managed, somehow or another, to find an unbroken keyboard. He put his head in his hands and tried to decide what to do.

Somehow or another, he had to find a way to beat Frontoster.

A/N: Wow, wasn't as short as I thought it would be. Yeah, I kinda know how this is going to end up, but not sure how to put it in writing. Trying to get other story over and done with.