The last chapter 14 is deleted by myself because
I realized that it wasn't what I wanted to write.
And now, with my skilled writing is more often
good, maybe, I'm changing the story.

And everything now will be Dusty's P.O.V.

"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! PROPWASH JUNCTION IS IN DANGER SITUATION! YOU ALL MUST LEAVE TO EVACUATE YOURSELF!"

The attention to tell that everyone must leave Propwash Junction now was announced. What I was remembered is everyone drove crazy. The cries and machine sounds of them were never stop. They sounded like this day was the judgement day, thus they panicked and ranaway to save their life, no matter what they left behind. And, the storms came, maybe to implicit that this day was really a judgement day. I hoped it wasn't true.

Polices had came to Fill 'N Fly, checking for my condition that half panicked because there was bomb in my body and . . . I didn't know what was called the half one. Calm? Nope. It wasn't.

I actually wanted my friends which was here with me didn't escape for evacuation, but the polices force them, except me, James, Dashner, and Dottie, because I and they had a valid reason to stay.

"The bomb is on my body."

"I work to remove the bomb."

"I help her to how to remove it, and Dahsner is my partner, so don't let him far from me."

Mater actually had said that he was another detective, but polices disagreed the reason, so he had no choice except left this place.

Polices then stayed in front of Fill 'N Fly; meanwhile James told the way to remove the bomb from my body that was near my gearbox. Oh, I really hoped that my gearbox wasn't rusted any longer, or I couldn't race again.

"Remove the nut slowly. Don't touch the cable even a little in order to keep the bomb don't explode us and Propwash Junction. Low and slow. Not that one! You almost make a fatal way to remove the bomb!"

Dottie was just murmured, feeling upset with how big and annoyed James' mouth.

After half hours, the Bomb Disposal team came as Dottie had just finished removing the bomb inside my body. I didn't know how to describe the bomb, but I thought there was something behind the colorful cables that made letter "V": red, blue, green, and yellow. And I didn't know how the bomb worked.

"Do you have a structure for this type of bomb?" James asked to a car which was from the Bomb Disposal team.

"I never seen this one hand-made bomb before," he said. "The structure is too complex."

"By the way," I asked, feeling curious. "How could the bomb works, Mr. James?"

"The button," James answered. The two words that I understood. The button. So, this bomb could explode me while someone pushed the button. But the question was where the button was as I knew that who made this definitely had the button.

And the question (again) was who the maker was.

"Now, Dusty and Dottie, you must leave this place to evacuate yourself."

I was shocked to hear that. "What? No! I still wanted to know who the one that made this bomb and abducted me," I protested. Anyway, I was the prey, wasn't I? "Maybe someone of those psychoses are out there and kill me."

"But this—"

"Don't—I still need him," James said.

"What!? Do you wanted him to die with you!?"

"No. And I won't make it happen," James said assure he could save me, himself, and everyone in Propwash Junction.

"You're detective, right?" I asked.

"Sure. But why do you ask it?"

"Well, I'm just curious about how detective's work is."

"We're solving problem with clues, researches, observations, experiments, and experiences. That's just a simple answer that I tell you."

"I see."

Another one of the Bomb Disposal team came. A forklift. "Still unsolved?"

"Yeah, Mr. Paulo," the one of the Bomb Disposal team answered.

Paulo looked at the bomb. "I think I've ever seen this hand-made bomb."

James was shocked to hear that. I thought it was a clue for him. "Where it is, Mr. Paulo?"

"Madagascar. You know, 210 psychoses. But I never know how to stop the bomb, so it explode some part of the Bomb Disposal team and around them. But thank God I safe because I'm not there when the incident."

I saw an expression that showed that he was the winner. "Dottie, give me the scissors!"

Dottie was just silent. "What?"

"Quick! Give me scissors now!"

Dottie drove away to take a scissors as James' command.

"What do you got, Mister?" asked Paulo.

"If I might be right," James said, watching the bomb carefully, "I've heard this one bomb that there are the meanings of the cables which the colors are red, yellow, blue, and green." Dottie gave James the scissors.

We were shocked that James had decided to cut some cables. And he was choosing yellow one.

"Wait, Mister. Are you sure?" Paulo asked.

"The risk is the death!"

"Just shut up and keep it in my way!" James protested.

I closed my eyes, doing not to want to see the next thing which happened. It really caused my panic grew up.

"Oh, no. Oh, no."

"Don't panic, James. Just stay calm."

"I know, Dashner."

Snip.

Nothing happened. It didn't explode! Phew, that was a relief!

Everyone exhaled, too because the bomb didn't explode.

James explained that he had heard the bomb that from Madagascar was built by a secret black organization named "deVil" which was "V" is the special letter for recognizing that it was made by them. "And devil always means black which we can combine it in RGB (Red, Green, and Blue) color. So we can ignore the yellow color, that means the cable that must be cut is yellow. Not just in Madagascar. I remembered some parts of the explosion which there is from another country."

"Palestine?"

"No. Israel using rocket to destroy 'em. I have to remember it quickly."

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Propwash now was safe since a day before the bomb in my body incident because there was nothing to do with the death hand-made bomb, except James that might be found another clue with it. Everybody did their usual activities.

"I've gotta say that this corn fuel is betterer than Fillmore has," Matter said in Honkers to Chug, Rusty, Mayday, and me. Blade and Dipper went back to Piston Peak Air Attack Base, but Rusty wanted to stay here for a day again.

"What he has?"

"An organic fuel."

"Well, corn fuel is the one type of it."

Meanwhile Matter and Chug talked about organic fuel, Mayday, Rusty, and I were talking about what I felt about the incident was (and some abduction stuff).

"It was a lot of . . . thrill, maybe? I don't know how to describe it."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Dusty. Now you're safe and we're definitely safe, aren't we?"

"Hope so."

"I don't know why Mr. James still want to solve this abduction and that bomb incident."

"Me either. But let's forget that and cheers for Dusty's coming!"

"Cheers!"

I was happy to enjoy this moment.

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"What!? I can't go back home!? Why!?"

It was really suck that James told me that my hanger was still crime scene.

"Where I would leave by!? I'm tired, okay!? I wanna sleep!"

"Nope. You still can't go back to your hanger in case to keep it clean from your tire-prints."

"Shit to ya! It's my hanger and you doesn't have any right way to not to let me stay!"

"Dusty, you can stay with me," Mayday suggested suddenly.

"You can stay after this case solved completely. So be patient."

"Ugh! Fine! I'm gonna stay with Mayday."

"That's good one."

I left James with carrying mad feeling to him because he seemed to steal my hanger! Oh, I was really tired with this case.

"Are you okay, Dusty?" Mayday asked.

"Half fine, half tired. Thanks for offering me to stay with you."

"No problem."

When we were there, it was some note that I'd ever seen. Ah! The notes that I'd read before the abduction! But . . . it was another typewritten:

Don't think that this is the end.
I'm still alive, and you'll be my target.
You two.

V.[]