Chapter 14 : Forging bonds

Chapter 14 : Forging bonds

"Come on, come on, come on!" JT Lazer repeated. "We will catch him!"

Right now they were chasing after Rasputin, who wanted to become a chef instead of the charlatan he was supposed to be. As history said, Rasputin was very resistant and was able to run the longest distances.

"Sheesh…" JT stopped to take his breath. "…This is hopeless."

"I suggest we fly," Lance pointed out. JT Lazer smiled. "You read my mind."

Once he had JT Lazer's approval, Lance turned into a hoverbike, allowing JT Lazer to ride him. He could turn into many things, but this was their favourite means of transportation.

Flying allowed them to catch Rasputin again. Rasputin's eyes widened when he realized that was them. Indeed, Lance could understand his surprise. After all, this means of transportation didn't exist in this time. It wouldn't exist for millenaries. But that didn't matter right now.

Lance was flying just above Rasputin now. This way, JT Lazer could jump. He landed on their victim before handcuffing him.

"We have been nice, but you didn't listen to us."

"I said I wanted to be a cook! Is that so bad?" Rasputin cried out.

"For history, yes." JT Lazer smiled at Lance. "Our success remains flawless."

Lance nodded, then teleported the three back to their satellite, where they threw Rasputin into a cell, near Clovis (instead of being King of France, he wanted to be a violinist).

Lance had almost forgotten about his meeting with Ernest Canoon. Honestly, his behaviour had astonished him. First, he said Lance could turn into a good guy. Then he said that Lance was still a murderer and didn't deserve redemption. Why?

Either he wanted to get on Lance's nerves… or Ernest played a role all along. All along, he thought that Lance should have been deactivated. However, he had been kept alive because he needed him.

What did he need him for? Lance didn't know. He said something about a final test. An important mission… Lance frowned. That couldn't be good. Canoon knew how competent Lance was. Why did he need to warn him?

"Hey, Lance." JT Lazer stretched. "I just recorded a video of Rasputin's capture. Maybe should we post it on our fanclub's website? Like throwing them a bone…"

However, Lance wasn't listening right now. "I don't care"

JT Lazer frowned. "Oh… what's wrong with you again? I thought you liked that."

Lance shook his head. "Sorry… my mind is elsewhere."

"You still thinking about Ernest Canoon?" Jt Lazer asked. Lance had told him the morning after, needing advice about this ominous meeting. "You shouldn't care about it."

"So what should I do?"

"You think too much." JT Lazer shrugged. "We may have an important matter later. However, it doesn't mean we have to worry over it. We are the greatest team, after all."

His partner nodded. "Maybe you are right…"

"Hey! I'm always right!" JT Lazer then packed his baggage. "So I'm going to check my sister. Be careful, okay?"

"Say hi to her," Lance said, before tapping on his wrist, teleporting JT Lazer to his destination. He noticed he had teleported him to the 100, 000, 030 AD. It was a bit odd that JT Lazer asked him to teleport him in the future. However, he thought that he may have matters to do here, at this time.

Still… it was a bit odd. However, it would have been impolite to ask him about it.

Lance shrugged. He took some oil before sitting on the sofa. He would spend his evening watching TV. JT Lazer would beep him when he would need to return.

He had a dream… a nightmare, rather. Fire. Fire everywhere… Lance went into mass-destruction mode. People were attacking him… people were shooting at him… every time; they called him by the same insult over and over.

"Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!"

Suddenly, Lance woke up. If he had been human, he probably would have sweated. He had fallen asleep on the sofa in front of TV. Trying to pull himself together, Lance looked all around.

He hated dreaming. Actually, he hated nightmares. Sometimes, dreams could be better than reality. However, that wasn't the case here.

"JT Lazer?"

He stood up to check if JT Lazer returned. However, there was nobody beside himself on the satellite. Lance frowned, checking his commands. He decided to contact JT Lazer via radio.

"JT Lazer? I's me, Lance. Do you want me to take you?"

However, nobody replied. Lance tried again by resetting. However, it didn't work either. Did JT Lazer break it?

That would be strange… JT Lazer was very cautious most of time… furthermore, he would need their radio to contact Lance for missions.

So why…?

Lance shook his head. He wasn't one to panic. If he guessed that JT Lazer broke his radio, it must be the case. Instead, he turned the giant computer on, calling maintenance.

"Yes?" The robot receiving his call replied.

"Yes. I need someone fixing our radio. I think my partner broke it."

"What's your name? What's your unit?"

"I'm Lance 9 Trillion. I belong to Officer JT Lazer's Unit 9933."

"Wait, please."

Lance patiently waited, sighing out of annoyance. He didn't need it today. If he had an important mission in the future, he couldn't allow losing contact with his partner. Another thing came in his mind: did he make a wrong manipulation?

He remembered that he sent JT Lazer in the future…The future of the future: at 100, 000, 030 AD.

Maybe was it impossible? Maybe shouldn't he allowed JT Lazer go there? Maybe did…?

Wait, the future of the future?

Why?

Suddenly, Lance's thoughts were cut in by the robot's voice. "…You said you belonged to Officer JT Lazer's Unit?"

"Yes!" Was he deaf or what?

"…It's impossible."

"Really? And what for? I'm not lying; you can check!" Lance cried out, losing patience.

"You don't understand: this Unit doesn't exist."