Memories: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover
Chapter 10:
Olivia started to feel around her seat for a emergency compartment. A backseat passenger escapee exclaimed over the noise of the explosions, "found them!" Some of the remaining helicopters chased after the falling vehicle, until some eagle monster hybrids in monster form attacked them seemingly out of nowhere. An agent called out, "we've got to call the…!" The sentence was cut off by a torn out helicopter engine, which exploded in flames under the same helicopter. Another helicopter had its propeller torn out by a eagle hybrid beak, which soon after crash landed into a street a few blocks away from Metal and Fink. More agents evacuated with parachutes. One exclaimed, "we have to get out of here to regroup!" Olivia, Jake, and the other few Turtle Island escapees jumped off the falling flaming helicopter, with salvaged parachutes from the back of the cockpit.
The smoke trail coming from this exploding fireball of a helicopter blocked Olivia and her fellow escapees from view. Jake commented somewhat loudly over the explosion in better spirits, "remind me to thank you if we survive." Olivia responded just as vocal and spirited, "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Jake chuckled, "perhaps so." Some agents were hurled down to the junkyard below by the claws of eagle hybrids…followed by big thumps. Three more helicopters came at the eagle hybrids, with the few loyal Monster Hunters left from Ohio and Turtle Island on board these vehicles. They were firing blasts of water and wind at the monsters. Some hybrids fell to the junkyard below.
A number of waking up monster hybrids were continuing to be monsters on really high mountaintops that were freezing cold…and therefore were very bodily stressed from the arctic climate overnight, away from civilization and unchecked by the FBI. A considerable number of stolen helicopters and snowmobiles were next to the monsters' resting places. These monsters involved with the British Isles breakout were mainly resting on the mountain ranges within Canada and Alaska…except for the eagle hybrids that coincidentally found the FBI helicopters around Ohio, which was a United States state near Canada's borders. During the aerial battle, a certain someone was mysteriously coming to consciousness in a waterless tub...within a certain metal house next door to Metal and Fink.
Woody Fink heard some of the thumps of hurled bodies coming from the salvage yard and went outside to find out what was going on. He saw some eagle hybrids crash land into some junk piles. Woody weirdly called out to them, "feather men, where's your leader?(!)" A conscious eagle hybrid on a junk pile just cawed with laughter at Woody and flew away to charge at another eagle hybrid in the air, resuming battle among its own kind and Monster Hunters. Woody just disappointedly went back inside the metal house to eat.
A bit after psychic meeting conclusion, near 45 minutes to Alana incident…
Harper was beginning to question a certain someone with short black hair, back in the comforts of a certain temporary office. She started with the questions after polite introductions, "umm…how are you doing?" Cooper answered casually, "I'm ok, thanks." Harper suggested nervously, "umm…can I ask you a possibly personal question?" Cooper reacted calmly, "I don't remember nearly any personal stuff myself, but if it's important, I want to know anyway." Harper sighed with a sympathetic hand, "there's no easy way to say this…but your sister Olivia is missing." Cooper asked in a low tone, "I…have a sister?" Harper assured solemnly, "it's been confirmed before today by a qualified genetic examination, but I understand if this is a lot to deal with now." Cooper slowly nodded, holding back some tears with closed eyes. Suddenly, the office intercom buzzed behind Harper. She slightly motivated, "it'll be ok, Cooper…we'll find her." Harper got up and walked over to the intercom.
She urged over the intercom in a whisper, "whoever is there, you sure this can't wait?" A loyal Monster Hunter insisted seriously, "it concerns the England monster breakout…and you did…order all…agents to be on the lookout." There was interference with the intercom transmission, giving off some static. Harper redirected with a sigh, "then just brief my temporary Chief of Staff if it's an immediate emergency, and I'll in either case find out about it." The Monster Hunter confirmed, "will…do, sir." Harper ended transmission with another press of the listen button, then sat back in a certain chair in front of Cooper. She added, "sorry about that." Cooper assumed, "that's ok…it must be an important telephone line." Harper dark sweetly assured, "yes, but it doesn't exactly make it ok. However, it might help us both here if you have any idea where Olivia could have gone."
Cooper muttered, "I didn't even know about Olivia being my sister until now…but maybe the reason why Olivia hasn't been found yet is because she didn't even go down the main hallways or the main exits." Harper reasoned, "that sounds reasonable. Well, thanks for trying anyhow." Cooper assured, "no…thank you for doing what you can, for a sister I wish I could remember more about."
Several minutes later, Harper was looking over the startling report about the recent aerial Ohio incident from her temporary Chief of Staff. Apparently, her Chief of Staff had confirmed that the eagle hybrids that surprise attacked the search parties had to be monsters from last night's British Isles breakout. Because for one thing, no other rebellious monster activity besides the breakout involving Olivia and Jake had happened at this point. And second, Olivia and Jake were too far away from the eagle hybrid battle to possibly be the attacking eagle hybrids…and the voluntary destruction of their hijacked helicopter left a big question to Harper and her fellow agents as to if Olivia and Jake were still alive. However, Harper took a little comfort in the fact that the Chief of Staff had recently rallied loyal Monster Hunters across North America by ordering them to search all over the continent for monsters to recapture…in anticipation of further monster attacks.
As to the eagle hybrid attack that started over Metal and Fink though, it was going badly for the FBI agents. Harper reluctantly thought, "well, it wouldn't help at all to worry Cooper over what is quite uncertain, concerning his sister Olivia. Maybe I should focus back on that second reality shift." She voiced over the turned on intercom to her Chief of Staff, "continue your immediate emergency orders, but please have Mikayla come to my office." He uneasily reminded, "and…Maddie's psychological session?" Harper realized uneasily, "oh, bolts…It's finishing up in seven minutes. And for the sake of reminders, what's the update on Jeffery?" Her Chief of Staff sighed, "I thought this wasn't yet a good time to tell you, with the growing number of monster incidents, and the questioning…" Harper insisted, "with what's been happening lately, now is a better time than later."
The Chief of Staff went on reluctantly, "Jeffery's…personality trouble is getting worse. He was recently going through more rapid personality changes, and his heart beat between these changes had gone dangerously higher. Three minutes ago, psychologists had to prevent Jeffery's medical condition from getting too serious by using medication to temporarily put him to sleep." Harper gave a long sigh in deep sympathy, "then have those psychologists keep Jeffery that way…at least until I talk to them myself. Please tell all three psychologists that I'll get in touch with them after questioning Mikayla, and see how soon Mikayla can be questioned. Is that better?" The staff chief responded with a small chuckle, "much better, sir."
After psychic meeting, around 22 minutes to hospital incident…
Harper resumed questioning after greetings have been expressed and exchanged, "you sure you're ok?" Mikayla gave a unsettling sarcastic chuckle, "sure, except for the fact that I didn't get to escape this sinkhole of an organization with Olivia and my Mikake." Harper restrained utter disgust as she went on with a serious tone, "ok, moving on…do you remember anything that happened before this morning?" Mikayla creepily smiled with a sigh, "since things can't get any worse down here than they already are, I'll tell you the few things that I remember from last night…which is pretty much all I know anyway." Harper nudged with a sigh of her own, "go ahead."
Mikayla revealed with no shame, "fine. There was Jake, Olivia, Amber, Alex, Justin, T.J., Luanne, Max, Johnny, and of course me…with not much but sleeping bags, music cds accompanied by a cd player, and a cooler full of food. We didn't even care if some clothing looked more expensive than the other…we were just having our own fun with Truth or Dare, and one playful thing got a little too playful for some of us to deal with." Harper concluded in partial shock, "and that's…when claws and tempers came out into the open?" Mikayla chuckled in good spirits, "oh, pretty much. That was some night with Mikake." Harper open mindedly pointed out in confusion, "but…I heard T.J. tell me that it was over who's who." Mikayla remarked with a twisted smile, "wow. That T.J. is a better liar than he seemed at answering a Truth or Dare question…I'm impressed he fooled overly uptight you." Harper muttered, "you can go back to your quarters after answering one more question."
Mikayla commented with partial relief, "now you're talking." Harper asked with held back hatred, "if there was a powerful and potentially destructive force from another dimension that had a strong connection to unconscious wizards, what would you think would let that happened?" Mikayla remarked back with a chuckle, "this is a question you already know the answer to, isn't it?" Harper assured with a small chuckle, "if I knew the answer already, you would be being escorted to your temporarily quarters already." Mikayla concluded, "oh, you're serious…about something that is so easy, that it is right below your ugly..." Harper insisted impatiently, "what is it?"
Mikayla answered coolly, "when there's a force with wizards involved, magic rarely ever is far behind. And if magic is having a mind of its own, maybe it wants to have a life of its own like I do." Harper responded in mixed feelings of amazement and pity, "thank you, Mikayla. You may go." Mikayla muttered to herself on the way out of the office, "finally."
On Turtle Island, back at time of Max Russo questioning…
Harper's temporary Chief of Staff was already picked during her tiresome executive status update last night, who handled the somewhat minor tasks of securing temporary living quarters for both monster and non-monster residents. Most FBI agents, relocated citizens, and a number of the more specifically requested people for consciousness fit in the non-monster resident category. Most of the FBI rooms across the world were cleared out to house hybrid monsters, except for the main executive offices and medical rooms. That is, besides the FBI rooms broken out of last night in England. Most of the FBI agents themselves had to resort to living in homes that were finished up with being remodeled to have a place to sleep and eat, and to double as a patrol of security guards in case something went wrong with their other remodeling assignments.
All relocated citizens, whether for medical treatment or just relocation, were just put in otherwise unused rooms in hospital facilities around the world. The relocated people that didn't need medical treatment were left in waiting rooms or hallways to stand by for being put back in their remodeled homes, for nearly all relocated citizens were unconscious and weren't awake enough to care. Some like Jeffery and Max were either already conscious or due to be…and a few out of these few were conscious or going to be for reasons yet to be understood beyond physical logic. However, for the non-monster individuals that were specifically requested, all of them were temporarily living in four season type tents set up among Turtle Island's mostly intact forest landscape.
Since a certain fight that happened last night in a certain somewhat crowded room involved both requested monsters and requested non-monsters, the requested non-monsters were purposely given new temporary quarters to protect them from another potential monster incident. The familiar near topless lighthouse that ironically doubled as Harper's residence stood above the trees...and was one of the only two structures that did. This was because a pile of material was made from buildings already seriously damaged by a hazardous winter…to salvage as much of the nearest material as possible to remodel most of the lighthouse to historical restoration, which was innovative property conservation on Harper's part.
Anyway, the remaining half of the somewhat tall concrete borderline on Turtle Island…second only in height to the lighthouse…had security cameras built into its odd structure. This hidden security network had the whole island under observation for the FBI to look through, which made keeping an eye on the unsuspecting campers very easy. At this point in time during Max Russo questioning, these campers included T.J. Taylor, Alex Russo, Bailey Pickett, Zack Martin, Justin Russo, and Corrie. Room service from agents though was given for breakfast, which was recently finished up at this time anyway. Two guests were in each tent, but each of these three tents would probably house at least some more guests overtime. A portable toilet stall was next to each tent, and each tent was a considerable number of feet away from each other in a triangle like formation.
T.J. Taylor was sleeping in his sleeping bag for hours into the morning, as if surprisingly recovering last night out of around a week of being unconscious took a lot out of his recovering body. Bailey and Justin were interestingly getting along well, strolling among the trees and conversing about biology and nature. Bailey pointed out at one point, "it'd be even nicer though, if there was more animals to share this place with." Justin agreed, "I have a feeling there are...beyond this island." Bailey commented with a smile, "I know what you mean, Justin. There are few birds flying around this semi-arctic region, but those birds wouldn't be here if they didn't at least have a population worth of one endangered species to come home to." Apparently, even though they didn't remember much about their personal lives, they sure remembered a lot of academic details.
Corrie just strolled around by herself, very content and happy to take in the sights of the Turtle Island landscape and viewpoints. She muttered to herself in good spirits at one point, "I wonder where I am." Alex and Zack ironically found a lot of common ground among themselves…racing and tagging each other, due to not having much else but sleeping bags to play with in the tents. Zack teased on one of their races, breathing a bit hard, "oh, you so didn't beat me that time." Alex remarked with a joyful laugh, "who said I was talking about this time?" She ran off before one of them could count down to three. Zack called out with a small smile, "oh, I'll get you for that!" He ran after Alex to race again. Of course, neither of them knew what was going on outside of their quarters…or did they really?
At 11:06 A.M., under that too familiar island on Lake Erie…
Harper by this time had talked with the psychologist that oversaw Maddie's psychological session, the psychologists that were still overseeing Jeffery's medically recommended sleep, and even a number of agents that almost didn't make it out of the Ohio surprise attack. Not even hair or clothes were found among the shards of the voluntarily damaged helicopter, so Olivia and Jake's survival had been confirmed along with a continuation of the continent wide monster search.
Harper thought, "I still don't get why T.J. or Mikayla would lie, because I know one of them sure is…nor am I sure if that mystical vortex was trying to destroy or protect wizards, where those troublesome monsters could be hiding for their next attack, or why Jeffery's personalities just decided to fight themselves last night. He didn't take any unsubscribed medication or any unhealthy food, so some mystical force has to be the only reasonable explanation left…but is there a wizard connection there? At least Maddie's session sounded promising, but what if that also brings more questions than answers? Now I know why we usually have an Assistant Director and a Director: To manage more than one security mission at the same time without too much stress, which I'm really beginning to feel right now!" The intercom then sounded off near Harper, who let in the transmission with a press on the listen button.
That is, after taking out a notebook to write down whatever came to her mind. Writing in a notebook was one of the few things Harper did in private when she was really nervous…with the other few nervous habits just making jewelry or clothing out of whatever unused junk was lying around. Laughing out loud when nervous was kind of disruptive during Harper's agent work. Fortunately, she saw a psychologist about this habit thanks to Miranda's government connections...which helped her more voluntarily laugh when she felt like it. Harper asked who was on the other side of the intercom transmission with a low sigh, "who's there?"
A somewhat recognizable voice sounded from the other end of the intercom, "the Directorate…of Intelligence…right…outside…the office door." Harper saw a short man with gray hair literally at her temporary office's door, from Miranda's borrowed antique watch. He had a walkie-talkie in hand. She curiously deduced, "sorry I didn't initially recognize you, but you sound different to me." Harper left the notebook and accompanying pen on the office's double desk in reaction. The Directorate concluded calmly as the office door opened with a shift into a certain side wall, "understood…it's just...background static…from…a walkie…security…measure." Harper concluded as the Directorate's figure begun to come into the room, "it's…that serious?" The Directorate nodded solemnly, putting away the walkie at hand. He then joined Harper, both of them sitting on the office's couch. The door shifted back into place.
This intelligence executive went into further detail, "oh, this room is secure. We can talk freely, at least for the time being. I have made some small but significant trips concerning the growing trend in random citizens becoming conscious…including Jeffery, and someone by the name of Woody spotted at the Metal and Fink junkyard in Ohio." Harper nudged uncertainly with curiosity and nervousness, "growing…trend? You mean, there's more than…just Jeffery?" The directorate confirmed more assuringly, "oh yes, but I have a very strong theory to explain it, backed up by a recent report with more troubling concerns." Harper insisted uneasily, "please do explain then."
The other executive revealed in a low tone, "there was an…incident at a Californian hospital. One of the relocated patients that was being medically treated for a case of a bad shoulder has disappeared from her medical room. Some powerful figures froze a number of our officers into ice around the time the patient disappeared. Some special operations officers even got pictures on the side to prove it to us while the ice was being broken through. And there was a pulled opened back wall by the time our troops broke into the room…probably as a means for these intruders to get away." Despite regrettably already knowing what direction it was going, Harper added to be sure, "and how does this figure into your theory?"
The other official pieced together while showing Harper some pictures, "simple: Up until now, psychics have never been proven to be real…even to an organization like ours. But, that hospital incident showed undeniable proof of physic power. Now, if psychokinesis has been proven here, telepathy and predicting the future can not be far behind." Harper realized glumly, "so you think psychics are waking up random citizens to give us trouble?" The Directorate confirmed, "with only four wizards conscious by personal request alone, I can't think of a stronger theory. Can you?"
Harper sighed. After some awkward minutes, she decided, "whichever way the random awakenings are being caused, I have a plan to end such possible problems for national ethic programming…one to assure peace forever." The other executive pointed out eagerly, "I'm listening." Harper openly went into detail, "when night comes, we use the cover of the oceans to deploy knockout gas bombs with special operation agents in proper gear…through every part of civilization simultaneously. I'll go to Miranda's location myself an hour before the bombs are deployed, so we can be sure Miranda and her research for the immediate future gets back underground safely. Meanwhile, this is what we do…"