*Saturday 12:37PM*
Fillmore started his weekend on a happy note. He woke up early around 10:30AM and had pancakes with his Mom and Dad. Joelle called Fillmore soon after he finished. She told him that her Dad was coming by the house to pick him up. She claimed her Dad planned a fun day for them.
Excited, Fillmore agreed. That was until he realized Joelle never been to his house before. Thinking about her house Fillmore started to get nervous. Joelle's house was so huge and fully loaded. His house on the other hand, was just a two bedroom basic. It has nice size rooms, but nothing close to the mini arena Joelle rooms seem to be. Still, eager to spend Saturday with his girl, Fillmore soon set his insecurities aside and told Joelle where the house was located.
Fillmore was waiting outside when a S-Class Mercedes Bens pulled up in front of the house. The car was silver with gold rims on the tires. Fillmore looked in awe at the fine vehicle.
BEEP! BEEP!
Fillmore suddenly snapped out of his daze when he heard the car horn. He ran up to the back door on the left.
"It's open." Joelle said from the passenger seat.
Fillmore opened the door and entered the car.
"Fillmore my man, how is it going?" Mr. Richards asked Fillmore with a smile on his face.
"I'm doing great, sir. You have a very nice car by the way."
Mr. Richards smiled in his rearview mirror at Fillmore. "Thanks son. I love this car. After spending most of my young adult years catching a bus,
you learn to appreciate a nice set of wheels. And please, call me Frank."
"I hear you si… I mean Frank. I plan to start driving as soon as I turn eighteen." Fillmore said with pride.
"I wish you luck Fillmore. Driving a car is a great experience."
"So Filly, you ready to get started?"
"FILLY?" Fillmore said in an embarrassed tone.
"It's my pet name for you. Do you like it?" Joelle looked back at Fillmore from the passenger seat with a charming smile.
Fillmore blushed instantly and nods. "Okay, as long as you don't say it while I'm on the job."
"DEAL!" Joelle accepted, happily.
"I'm talking my daughter to the mall to pick up a couple of things.
Maybe you and me can go to the electronic department and looks at some of the new gadgets." Mr. Richards said to the teen in the back seat.
"Sure Frank."
"Great"
The Mercedes pulled off from Fillmore's house and headed down the street until it is out of sight.
*Saturday 2:15PM*
Ingrid was in her room playing her Ultra Box. The game she was playing,
Destruct, was a game Fillmore and herself use to play a lot together. It was a first person shooter where the objective was to hunt and kill the other man through many different levels. Now Ingrid was playing the computer opponents.
This was not to say Ingrid was bored, quite the opposite. Ingrid was having a great time pretending each level enemy was a different version of Joelle. She even became creative in ways to trap and kill the enemies simply because she pretended it was miss perfect. Needless to say,
Ingrid was becoming a much better player than before, though she didn't realize it. There was a sudden knock on the door.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Come in!" Ingrid shouted. The door opened and Karen entered the bedroom.
"What's up, Ingrid?" Karen asked smiling.
"Nothing much. Just playing a little game." Ingrid answered in a monotone voice.
Karen looked at the screen and saw a digital soldier woman chasing after another more pretty female soldier. "Can I play?" Karen asked liking how the game looks.
"Sure, after this." Ingrid answered, not taking her eyes off the screen.
Soon Ingrid cornered the soldier and started to fire. The soldier died,
but Ingrid kept firing until the soldier was a bloody, gory, mess.
Karen looked at the screen, then at Ingrid. "Sure got her, huh?"
"Not painful enough if you ask me", was Ingrid's cold reply.
"Ingrid are you still angry at Fillmore?" Karen wondered.
"No Karen. I'm not mad at Fillmore; I'm not mad at all. After all, boys will be boys." Ingrid then turned, looking at Karen for the first time.
"It's that miss perfect I'm beginning to hate."
"I can see why you would dislike her, but to be fair, she really didn't do anything against you." Karen began explaining. "I'm sure she didn't know about your feelings for Fillmore. Heck, I didn't even know till you told me months ago."
"Come on Karen. We're a couple of girls here. A girl can tell when another girl has her eyes on the boy you like. She may not have known for certain, but I'm sure she could tell."
"Perhaps, still you didn't make any claims on Fillmore, so she might have thought he was open game." Karen countered with another point.
"Whose side are you on anyway?" Ingrid asked, getting mad at Karen's logic.
"I'm just playing a little bit of devil's advocate." Karen smiled.
"Well stop it. I hate that wannabe model tramp and that's that." Ingrid sat her controller down and turned towards Karen. "I mean, she could have any guy in the school, even the popular ones like Pete, yet she goes after Fillmore, FILLMORE of all people - My Fillmore!"
I'll admit, it does seem strange that a girl destined to be X Beauty Queen would take a sudden shine to a Safety Patroller. You would think she'd be interested in a guy like Pete. Especially since she's trying out for Cheerleading." Karen nodded in agreement with Ingrid.
"Yeah, but she didn't like Pete." Ingrid suddenly remembered when Pete and Joelle first met. She wasn't paying much attention then, so why did it come to her now. Ingrid is well known for having a photographic memory. She suddenly visioned the cold almost cruel look Joelle was giving Pete at Arcadroma. "No she didn't like Pete at all. I wonder why that is?" Ingrid asked more to herself than Karen.
Karen decided to answer anyway. "Maybe it's because she dealt with types like him before. A girl with looks like hers must have a history, right?
Ingrid looked at Karen for a second. "Right." Ingrid decided then and there she would find out just who miss perfect really was. Feeling a little better Ingrid decided to let the issue drop, for now. "So are you ready to play?"
"Sure." Karen answered. "Just be gentle. I'm not Joelle."
Both girls laughed at the joke.
*Saturday 3:25PM*
"ACHOOO!" Joelle suddenly sneezed.
"Are you okay?" Fillmore asked looking concerned.
"I'm fine; I think someone is talking about me." Joelle smiled. "I hope whatever they're saying is good stuff."
Fillmore chuckled a little. "Me too."
"And if anyone says anything bad about my little girl, let-em face my wrath." Mr. Richards says in a heroic voice.
"DADDY!" Joelle responded, looking embarrassed.
"Oh, sorry dear."
Fillmore, Joelle, and Mr. Richards both arrived at the mall ten minute ago. They were now walking past many people in the huge hallways. They suddenly reach the huge entertainment area. The area had huge TV's with an action movie on them showing the different picture quality from the sets. There are many people around looking at items and listening to the different stereo equipment.
"Okay, my young man, let's look for some RPD's to watch. Joelle will go to the clothing store on the second floor above us.
"Okay." Fillmore agreed.
Joelle turned, walking towards the mall elevator. "Take your time you two."
"I know honey I know." Richards then turns to Fillmore and smiles.
"She'll certainly be taking her time." He commented in a joking manner.
Understanding where Richards was coming from, because of the times his dad and himself had to wait for Mom, Fillmore couldn't help but laugh a little.
They both walkred to the RPD section. "Okay, look for something you like to watch. Whatever you find, don't hesitate to get it. Get as many stuff,
as you like. I no longer worry about money." Mr. Richard said smiling.
"Thanks, there have been couple of movies I wanted to see." Fillmore smiles brightly at Joelle's father.
"Good, I'll start in the Mystery department. I love a good mystery."
Richards, then turns and walks down one side of the video section.
Fillmore turned to his right and went for the Action section. He planned to get a box PRD set of the Ninja Deception Chronicles. He was saving up to get it through his allowance. Now, he could use that money for something else. Fillmore loved Ninja flicks. The more realistic the better. It was Ninja flicks that helped him become so good at sneaking into different parts of X Middle School unnoticed, back when he was a juvenile.
When Fillmore reached the section, he saw someone who caught him off guard. It was Jimmy Jack looking at different movie boxes. Fillmore suddenly remembered the fight in the cafeteria. Normally, he wouldn't think about his job on the weekends, but Fillmore remembered Jimmy screaming at Roger. Believing it had something to do with Pete, Fillmore decided to approach Jimmy, and find out what he might know.
Hey, Jimmy Jack! Planning to steal those videos?" Fillmore smirked.
Jimmy turned and looked at Fillmore for a second. Finally recognizing him,
Jimmy responded. "Fillmore? You look kind of different without that orange belt. You almost look human." Jimmy answered, smirking back.
"I know, who would have thought, huh?" Fillmore countered again with sarcasm.
"What do you want cue ball, I'm busy?"
"I just want to know what that fight at lunch was about?" Fillmore asked like he was on duty.
"That's none of your business belt. That was between Roger and me. Butt out."
"If it's about what happened to Pete, then it is my business. Pete came to me for help before he was attacked."
"HA! Great job belt, really quality protection you provided. Thanks to you, Pete may never walk normally again, not to mention play football."
Jimmy said with raw emotion.
"I'm sorry," was all Fillmore could say, looking down in sadness.
"Sorry? SORRY? I told you he was in danger after talking to you." Jimmy growled.
"I know, and I wanted to protect him. But he refused, saying he was fine.
We can't force protection on someone who doesn't want it." Fillmore explained.
"What about Checkmatey I heard you forced protection on him?"
"Yeah, but after we found out he was the one making the threats,
Principal Folsom made a new rule against forced protection." Fillmore explained.
"Just forget about it, Belt. You're dealing with things that are bigger then you and that orange decoration. Forget about Pete, before you get hurt." Jimmy said coldly.
"I'm not afraid to face danger when students are getting brutally mugged." Fillmore looked Jimmy in the eyes. "Does Pete know who these people are, furthermore, do you?"
"What people?" Jimmy faked ignorance.
"You know what I'm talking about, the people behind the heist." Fillmore shouted.
"Leave it alone, Fillmore. Just leave it alone. Last time I checked, you were pulled off the case. Be grateful." Jimmy turned, beginning to walk away.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Fillmore shouted.
"Later, belt." Jimmy Jack left the entertainment area.
Fillmore watching him leaves decides he was going to do more investigating in to the relationship between Jimmy, Pete, and Roger.
Fillmore still in thought turned around. "WHAT THE!" He shouted, as Joelle smiled sweetly at him, surprising him.
"What? What happened?" Joelle asked, a bit surprised by Fillmore's sudden reaction.
Fillmore looked at Joelle for a second, then shook it off. "Nothing, you just scared me a little that's all."
"Oh, poor baby. Joelle smirked." She gave Fillmore a light kiss on the lips.
Fillmore feeling a little better, took Joelle's hand. "So did you get what you wanted from the clothing store?"
"You tell me?" Joelle respondsed cleverly.
Fillmore looked down and noticed five stuffed bags full of clothes and shoes. "I guess you did."
"What about you, handsome?"
Fillmore blushed. "Well, I got this box set of movies I always wanted to see."
"Great my dad is done and waiting for us. I myself pick some of the latest comedies to watch, like Shrimp Man Returns."
"I love Shrimp Man." Fillmore said excitedly.
"Me too." Jeolle agreed. "I heard the sequel is even funnier than the first one."
"Can't wait to see it."
"Then let's go."
Joelle and Fillmore headed for the checkout counter where Frank Richards was waiting.
*Saturday 5:56PM*
David was stacking the yearly documents in the proper order. He was in the Lunch Treasury department since the early morning. He on the other hand was in no rush to get things started - now was not the time. David,
while working, was studying the pattern of the guards. There was one for every treasury, but after the threats, Folsom put two guards in every department. This didn't worry David any. Him and his crew already had a full proof plan to deal with them.
David was quite surprised how much work he was doing. The Lunch Treasury was huge, but David had no idea how huge, until he started inventory. The simple task Michael out-lined for him, seemed to take hours to complete.
This made him even happier knowing what's going to come. He never liked that geek Michael, and he was beginning to get sick of pretending otherwise. Another week of smiles and conversation, and David might have blown his cover.
*Saturday 8:35PM*
David finally got done recounting all the food orders. There seemed to be thousands of them. Michael began wondering if the Lunch Treasury was for the school alone.
Finally after hours and feeling ten years older, David was standing in front of the giant vault. David remembered what Michael told him. He needed to insert the key three times, each time turning the key differently. If he made three mistakes, the entire vault would shut down and a alarm would trigger.
David slowly inserted the key. He properly turned the key three times.
After the final turn, a green light came on. The vault slowly opened up.
As the vault opened, David can already see piles of money. His mouth began to water. Finally the vault fully opened, revealing stacks over stacks of neatly placed dollar bills and money bags full of coins.
David walked inside the vault and picked up a stack of one hundred dollar bills.
"OH MAN! OH MAN! OH MAN!" David said with pure excitement. He sat the stack of hundreds down and walked out of the vault. He took out his cell phone and dialed a private number.
RING! RING!
A person picked up the phone from the other end. "So how is it?"
"This vault is loaded man. I'm not sure we can take all of it, but I'm sure we can take more than enough to make us happy."
"The Boss wants all of it."
"I'm telling you man it might be difficult. We are pressed for time when the job goes down."
"We'll get it done, don't worry."
"Hope your right Specks. I don't want to spend my twenties behind a prison cell. I want to spend it on a beach with beautiful women surrounding me."
"I hear you man. Don't worry, I trust this boss."
"Yeah, well let me start counting the money we're going to steal." David laughed, jokingly.
*Saturday 9:15PM*
"Have fun." Speck hung up the phone. Well boys, we're on for tomorrow.
"MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" was Tank's laughter. Him and the rest of the crew were now eager to begin the big heist.
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