By the time the Parr family awoke, Buddy was developed into in search once more. They were able to have some of Buddy's equipment transported, however, a rookie of the NSA had accidentally destroyed a few very vital pieces of technology and as expected Buddy blew up, giving the rookie a shinier and that earned him the cuffs again.
Bob looked around Rick's cramped office as NSA officers began to clear out the room of Buddy's stuff. Rick raised his coffee cup to acknowledge Bob's presence.
"We have permission to let Buddy to use our planning room. After all Mr. Pine here believes he knows where our Doctor is.."
Bob smiled at the news and cracked his knuckles. "Well for once I can't wait for a check up.." And with that pun Buddy rolled his eyes, but made no comment.
Rick moved closer to Bob and looked back at Buddy before nodding to Bob to head out of Buddy's hearing range. Once at a reasonable distance from the office Rick gave a sigh.
"Bob. The administration won't allow Buddy out of our grasp for a single moment... It's to much of a risk to let him go, and even though your daughter's life is on the line they won't have it." He said watching him.
Bob stood there in confusion. "Well.. Isn't that good? I mean he'll get us the info, we can go in without him and-" Rick immediately shook his head.
"Bob. This is Syndrome we are talking about. Do you not recall what happens when he can't get involved?" He asked, his face like a stone. Bob then nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well yeah, but he's detained so he shouldn't be too much trouble right?" And Rick began to rub his temples, clearly getting annoyed.
"...Bob He built a jet pack in his shoes before the military could test their jumbo pack. The guy is a living replica of MacGyver, except unlike MacGyver he is violent. I don't care if he's love sick. Old habits die hard. If he finds out that he's being pulled from the mission then he'll really have a reason to break out. Not that he doesn't now with the death sentence, though I'm really pushing for him to have a life sentence so long as he works for us.."
Bob blinked.
"Why would you want that? I thought you couldn't stand him." Rick shrugged.
"..The guy is growing on me. Though honestly, killing him is like killing the goose that laid the golden egg. I really hate admitting that he's brilliant because of the fact that he's rather insane but Mr. Pine has potential with us and-" Suddenly a panicked shout came from the room followed by the sound of a explosion.
Bob and Rick rushed back to the room Buddy was contained in to find a gaping hole in the wall. Rick cursed kicking the closest wall and sighed.
"Buddy is a dead man now. " He muttered getting on his radio. "..All units. We have a escaped convict. I repeat. Buddy 'Syndrome' Pine has escaped. Detain him and lock him up." He ordered and looked to Bob again.
Bob sighed. "...Well.. look on the bright side Rick. It's not like he has anywhere to go..."
The doorbell rang at the home of the rich and powerful Kevin Bent. Though the home belonged to Mr. Bent, he rarely was found there. Much like most rich and powerful men they are usually found at the work place or traveling.
A maid answered the door to find a very worn out and unkept Buddy Pine. He smiled weakly at the maid.
"...Is Mir- I mean... Heather home?" He asked gently.
Before the maid could open her mouth, a voice came from the staircase. "..Buddy?" Called the woman he once considered to be a angel.
Mirage, stunning as ever, came to the door. Her expression was mixed with both shock and pleasure. "..So.. I guess I should start believing the news a bit more. You're name has been blaring on all morning." She said looking to the maid. "Alyssa could you go make us some coffee?" She asked and without hesitation the maid nodded and scurried off.
Mirage lead Buddy into the house and into a large lounge which he assumed to be the living room. Mirage suddenly stopped and turned to face him and thats when it stuck him. She was crying. Before he knew it her arms were flung around him, and she began to weep.
"...Buddy.. I thought you were dead.." She whispered, tears beginning to stain his shirt.
Buddy was shocked by her reaction. His arms coiled around her protectively and he sighed. ".. I was Mirage, I was dead. " He whispered gently.
Heather shook her head. ".. You didn't come back.. why didn't you come back for me?" She asked confused, her eyes staring into his.
He blinked. "Mi- .. Heather." He swallowed hard. "..I didn't think. If I knew.. I mean you.. you released Mr. Incredible.. so I thought that.. that was the end." He said watching her.
Heather nodded quickly. "I thought it was too.. but.. Buddy, I really thought I loved you.. and I was torn when you.. passed.. but Buddy I can't do this, not with you, not now.. I have Kevin and our son-"
Buddy smiled. "..You have a kid? Wow.." He said "Now that.. that's shocking.. I thought you didn't want kids.." He said looking at her with a amused glance. "..But Heather.. I'm not here to pick up anything.. I... I need you're help." He whispered.
So the two talked. Buddy opened up like a box to Heather, as he should of done before. But he didn't mix work in with pleasure then. He told her how he survived, the recovery, up to Violet and her being kidnap.
Heather stared at him for sometime after he finished. Her eyes showed interest, as well as a hint of sorrow for her once was lover. . "..Do you love her?" She asked finally, her voice unmoving.
Buddy looked down and sighed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.. "..Yeah... Yeah I, I do." He whispered looking back to her. ".. And Heather.. she's in real trouble. I know I wa- … well I can still be horrible.. but Violet. I have to get to her before anything happens." He whispered standing up. "And I know where Veto is.." He said.
Heather stared at Buddy unconvinced. "..Buddy.. Veto hasn't been on the radar in years. How could you possibly know where he is."
Buddy smiled gently. "...Where is the last place any one would look for a villain now days?"
Heather looked into her coffee cup, as if it held the answer. "..Well.. somewhere in the open.. obviously.." She whispered when it hit her. "..A island." She whispered looking to him.
He smirked. ".. Still a smart cookie." He said folding his arms as he sat back. "..I'm willing to put down everything I have left that he is hiding out at MY island."
Heather jumped in her chair. "NO! Buddy.. that's.. no. He can't be that stupid.." But Buddy shook his head. "..No.. he's just that briliant.." He said grinning. "..It's the last damn place I'd ever think. That anyone would think. But he left a trail. He bought some other items of mine when I … 'passed'. He's there Heather. I know it."
Back at the NSA head quarters it was a feeding frenzie. The media got the scoop of Syndrome's escape and damn near every reporter in the area was crashing the building. And it was times like these that Rick missed it when everything was secrecy. Now heroes and villains where center spotlight. Monday night football had nothing on a twenty minute report on a hero saving a bus of children. This story would blow a entire season of American Idol right out of the water.
Rick, on the verge of popping a vein, as he scanned the demolished room.
Bob sighed. "You know.. I really thought he changed. He really fooled us huh.. guess he really only cared about himself." He whispered. "..I mean.. he's famous again.. and he even got away with that damn bracelet of his.." He muttered.
Rick nodded, but didn't seem to be be fully aware of Bob's conversation. "I don't know, Parr. This doesn't sit well with me. He caught on knowing he wouldn't be a part of the mission... but he even said he needed our help. Why would he back out now of all times..." He whispered.
Dash knocked onto the door of the three walled room and cleared his throat. "Uhh.. Dad?"
Bob looked over his shoulder to his oldest son. "Yes Dash? What is it?"
Dash walked closer to his father, holding out a cell phone. "I just got a call.. but its for you."
Bob and Rick looked to each other in confusion, but Bob took the phone and answered it. "..Hello?"
"Alright super its showtime." Came that iritable cocky tone.
"Buddy! Oh ho ho Buddy.. Do you realise how much shit you are in? You better turn yourself in now or else-"
"Oh Mr. Incredible, you still amaze me at how incredibly dumb you can be. This isn't about me.. it's about Violet. Now I have the location of Veto. Wright down these coordinates. Now."
Bob blinked scrambling for a pen and paper as Buddy said them.
Rick stared at the numbers before him and looked to Bob. "..Those are the coordinates of Buddy's island.
Bob looked to Rick then the the numbers. "..Buddy are you sure about this?" And even though the phone, Bob could hear him crack a smile.
"I'm positive super.. I'll see you there." And that's when the line was disconnected.
Buddy sighed handing the phone to Heather as he looked to the Helicopter. "..I don't know if I'll be able to return it. But if not I'll transfer what I owe.." He said looking to Heather once again. She was worried. And she had a reason to worry.
Heather stared at him. "Buddy.. You might not come back..You know that don't you..." She whispered.
Buddy looked down, deep in thought. And he shook his head. "...Yes, I don't believe I will.." He whispered. "Be it by Veto.. or the Government.. I don't think I'll survive this one." He said staring at her.
Heather looked away, tears starting up again, but she soon found his hands taking her chin.
"Shhh.. Hey.. I'm kidding. Heather, if I could survive a jet accident due to a car being thrown at me, then theres no doubt in my mind that I'll get out with Veto. I've beaten him plenty of times.." But Heather just shook her head.
"Buddy it's not the same. You beat him on sales.. People liked your rants better. It really isn't the same." She whispered watching him.
Buddy smiled gently. "..You already did you're calculations then.." He said looking down and nodded. "..Well then. I hope you are wrong for once." He said before leaving a kiss onto her cheek. "Thank you Mirage. For everything." He said before he turned and jumped into the pilot's seat of the helicopter.
Starting up the air craft he saluted to her playfully, which got a laugh from her as she returned a teary eyed salute. With that Buddy fired up the air craft and took off. Heather watched until the chopper was out of sight.
Heather sighed gently, her heart ached but it was for the best. She had a lover of her own, and a son whom she loved very much. She made her way off of the air way and back to the limo.
"Jeeves, drive us home. I'd like to arrive before my son does." She asked.
Jeeves gave a curt nod, followed by a 'Yes Ma'am' before starting the engine to get back to the Bent Estate.