I would like to apologize to all of my loyal readers (or to the readers that just happen to like the story) for taking so long to update. It isn't the work that takes me forever; I just don't feel any inspiration. This could be from the lack of review from my audience. Two reviews?! Come on! Anyway, sorry for taking so long and here is the next chapter
Kim was standing outside Ron's door, seething. How dare he close the door in her face? She made up her mind that when she got home, she was going to take all her pictures of Ron and have a bonfire in her backyard. She was even thinking about finding a few curses on the internet and see if they worked. Her thoughts, however, were interrupted as her Kimmunicator went off and she quickly took it out of her pocket to respond.
"What's the sitch, Wade?" the red-head said with seriousness, eager to do something to get her mind off the backstabber that ruined her life.
"Kim, we just got a hit from some government facility. Their setting up a new security system, but they have to shut down the entire thing to do so, leaving them completely defenceless," the ten year-old responded.
"So, I'm supposed to guard an entire government facility? Alone?"
"Well, yes and no. You will be the only guard, but the entire place is dedicated to the protection of one device, so you don't have that much of an area to guard."
"Why would someone dedicate an entire facility to the protection of one device? It seems a little wasteful."
"According to the information, this device knows everything. It can access any sort of electronic device and retrieve information from it. That means it can see everything, from your emails to when you open your fridge."
"How does that make something all knowing?" Kim asked with an eyebrow raised.
"The machine is able to piece to together all the information it receives and can tell what a person has done, what they are doing, and what they will do."
"I still don't see how it can figure all that out just by opening my fridge."
"Okay, let's take another example. Let's say that a woman drives by a traffic camera at 6:26 P.M., and let's say that the women passes by that camera again, driving in the opposite direction, at 7:03. The device would see the woman drive by the second time and see that her car was riding slightly lower on the way back than on the way there. It would calculate all reasons for a woman to drive by that camera at that time. Then it takes into account what would be required to cause the car to ride lower. Then all that information plus other things, such as the woman's I.Q., her upbringing, how well she knows the area, etc, and then the device would figure out that it took her 37 minutes to buy a series of specific items. It is a little complicated, I admit, but this is explaining it simply. Just know that it can figure out anything," Wade said, trying to get Kim to understand.
"Right. Get me a ride, quick. If I've been contacted, I'll bet Ron has been contacted as well. This is my mission and I'm going to be the first one there," Kim said with determination.
"Right, Kim. I've already got one setup." Kim quickly rushed off to her house to get into her mission gear.
"Come on!" Ron said with enthusiasm. "We should get costumes. We could wear capes, and masks and boots. It would be awesome."
Chris looked at him as if he were insane. "NO! And I have three reasons as to why. One, I already feel uncomfortable in the regular mission clothes, I doubt flash costumes will make me feel any better. Two, costumes are for superheroes and super heroes have powers." Ron opened his mouth to say something. "And don't you dare say we have the power of imagination." Ron closed his mouth. "And three, capes are a hazard. You could wind up getting sucked into a jet turbine."
Ron scoffed, "Yeah, I'm sure that would happen."
"I'm sure you'd prevent it with your 'power of imagination'," Chris retorted. "Have you always been this… unusual?"
"Hey! I am not the one who wanted to keep a monkey-ninja as a pet."
"Don't talk bad about the monkeys. Think about it. Put him in a little suit, teach him how to make a drink, and then you-" but Chris was cut off as his laptop beeped. "Looks like we got a hit."
"Great! What's the mission?"
"Something about a government facility and an all-knowing device. I'll give you the details after you get changed."
"Got it," the freckled face blond said, as he quickly went to change. "Get me a ride while I get my mission stuff on."
"I'm on it boss," Chris responded and began typing on his computer. "This looks like an interesting mission," he said to no one in particular.
Kim was more than happy to exit her transportation. She had been a little shocked to find a NASCAR driver and his car waiting in front of her house after she got changed. She couldn't even remember helping out anyone in the NASCAR business. But she simply shrugged it off and got into the car and the driver took off at neck-breaking speeds. When she got out she thanked the driver while still unable to remember why he owed her a favour.
After a ten minute hike, through what seemed the endless desert, she arrived at a large building with a fence along the outer wall. The entire place was deserted, as was expected. Apparently, with the security system down, personnel wasn't trusted.
Kim walked through the facility until she found what appeared to be the main control room, which had the only door that connected to the room which held the device. Kim glanced at it over and was unimpressed. It looked almost like an old telegraph machine, except fancier with a silver-coating and a few buttons and flashing light bulbs. It looked more like a child's toy than highly advanced piece of technology.
Kim began taking out her supplies. It was a sixteen hour guard duty and she wasn't planning on sitting there doing nothing. She took out a little food and began eating. Feeling more tired than hungry, she decided to save the rest of her food and take a nap. She took out her sleeping bag and lay down in it. Confident that she would hear anyone that was foolish enough to try and steal the device she quickly drifted off to sleep.
An hour later
Kim woke up to the sound of shuffling. At first she was unable to locate the source of the sound. It was then she looked up at the vent that was along the same wall as she was directly above her. The shuffling got louder and then she saw the vent's cover being removed. Then a man, dressed entirely in black, jumped out of the vent straight over her head and landed on the floor in front of her.
Kim prepared herself for the man's attack, but it never came. The man simply stood up and looked to his sides. He seemed completely oblivious to Kim's presence. He then walked forwards, towards the door that led to the device. Since the security was deactivated the door was unlocked and he merely opened the door.
The teen-heroine slowly stood up from her sleeping bag, hoping to sneak up on the man from behind. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't meant to be. As she stood up her sleeping bag audibly ruffled and the man turned around.
At first he seemed tense and ready to attack. But when he made eye-contact with Kim he froze and stood there, unmoving. Kim took advantage of his frozen state and attacked him. The man clumsily jumped back, but then got back into fighting position and seemed more determined than he was before.
The stranger was the first to attack this time and thrust is fist forward at Kim. Kim ducked and tried to kick his legs out from underneath him. He merely jumped up into the air and brought his right leg up high. The man then brought his foot crashing down, forcing Kim to jump out of the way. The two continued to attack one another. One would punch the other would block. One would kick and the other one would sidestep the attack.
At one point the man tried kicking her low, but Kim merely did a flip over his head. Unfortunately, she did not have enough momentum to complete the flip. In desperation, she put her hand on the man's head and used it to give her extra momentum. By doing so she had grabbed onto his mask and taken it off his head along with her hand.
When she turned to face the man once more she was shocked to find that he had blond hair and freckles. She froze, similarly to how he froze earlier. The man, who we now know is Ron, took advantage of the situation, similarly to how Kim did earlier. Her evasive manoeuvre, however, more elegant than his was moments ago and once again they stood at a face off.
Kim was re-evaluating the current situation. While she was the more experienced fighter, Ron knew her moves quite well and was using a style she was unfamiliar with. They seemed evenly matched. But Kim was determined to win. They both launched at each other at the same time.
Kim was fighting much more fiercely than before, and as a result so was Ron. Instead of dodging and deflecting blows, like they had earlier, they began to take them head-on. For every punch that Ron landed, Kim landed one of her own. For every kick Kim felt, Ron felt one as well.
Both began to feel exhausted. Kim was trying to think of a way to take Ron down when he used an advantage him had not taken into consideration; his weight. He flung himself forward, causing both to topple over, and with Kim on the bottom, she landed on the cold floor hard.
Kim felt Ron on top of her and saw him with his fist raised, ready to strike the final blow. Filled with fear, Kim looked up into Ron's eyes. At first they were filled with fierceness that Kim had never seen before, but as the eye-contact continued the fierceness began to fade and a gentle yet sorrowful look began to replace it. Ron slowly lowered his fist, crawled off Kim and sat down against the nearby wall. He looked utterly crushed.
"Kim, why are you here?" Ron said in a tone, totally devoid of emotion.
"I'm here to guard this device," Kim responded in her most gentle voice. Then she slowly stood up and went over to Ron. Putting a hand on his cheek, she looked him in the eye. "Why are you here, Ron?"
"I came here to steal the device," Ron said in the same empty voice, though his eyes seemed to brighten up at her touch.
"Why would you steal the device?" Kim asked, confused, but keeping the gentleness in her voice.
Ron looked up at Kim with more emotion. "My information said it was stolen my terrorists and placed here. I was also told that the security system was being replaced and this was the only opportunity to steal it back." He had begun speaking in his usual warm tone once more.
"I was told the same thing except that this was a government facility and I was supposed to protect it from thieves." Kim then registered that Ron was completely alone. "Ron, where's Chris?"
Ron looked up at Kim in confusion. "H-he said that this was a one man mission. He said it was supposed to be easier for me to sneak in on my own and steal it than for the both of us."
Kim sat down next to Ron and gave an apprehensive sigh and ran her hand through her hair. "I don't get it," she said quietly. "I mean why would anyone do this? Who would do this?"
Just then the device in the centre of the room began to whirr and buzz. Then, finally, there was a click and a piece of paper that came out. Kim and Ron looked at each other in uncertainty. They both stood up and went over to the machine. Ron and Kim leaned forward to look at the small piece of paper. The words were simple enough. It was the meaning that puzzled them, for on the paper stood two words:
Answer:
Chris
Before either of them could say anything on the matter, the device began to whirr and buzz once more. Then, once again, the machine clicked. At first nothing happened, but then there was a second click and an explosion was detonated on the inside, the shockwave threw both Ron and Kim back, straight into the wall and darkness quickly consumed them.
Authors Note: I know what you all are thinking. 'It was obviously Chris'. If you are not thinking that I would be very happy, because I did not want anyone to know until now. My main goal, though, was not to hide the culprit from you, but to hide his reason(s). I have been writing from chapter one just so I could write the next chapter. To me, the next chapter will be the most interesting one. I will get the next chapter up as soon as I feel inspiration. But inspiration is attracted by reviews. They don't even have to be for this chapter. Just tell me what you think. Tell me how to improve my story, or my writing in general. I write so my readers can enjoy it. If you're not happy with my story, I am not happy with my story. I am willing to repost chapters for any reason. Big mistakes, small mistakes, it doesn't matter. (I find it troublesome to reread my writing, I just wind up skimming over it because I know what I meant to write, but I don't necessarily know what I wrote). So in short: REVIEW! Thank you.