The next day, Mavis woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Her eyes opened, and the first thing she saw were the leaves above her, creating beautiful columns of light that illuminated where she and Johnny were lying. Johnny still had his hand wrapped around her, and was snoring lightly.
"Oh, you're awake." Mavis jumped as she turned around and saw Techno floating a few feet away from her, "I was just checking on your bomber," he said, "It's ready to fly."
Mavis nodded, "Thanks Techno. Have you been up to anything else?" she asked.
"Of course I have been. Due to your current situation of hiding, I have just scattered all radio waves within fifty miles. I do not believe anyone has communications apart from you and Johnny, whom I have created a special bubble of radio safety for."
Mavis smiled lightly, "You know, you're an interesting little fellow. Are you electronic?"
"No, of course not. Dracula invented me before computers were created. I do not know what I am, only that I have an extensive knowledge of modern-era technology and that my job is to serve you and Jonathan only."
Mavis nodded, "Keep an eye out for Johnny, tell him I went on a jog and I'll be back in a few minutes." she said, then went supersonic on the spot, whizzing around the field and kicking up dust everywhere.
A few moments later, Mavis went back behind the grove of trees, and Johnny was up, talking to Techno. "And the B-2 is ready for take off then?" he asked.
"Yes, it is. According to my calculations there is a 94% chance that the supreme leader moved bases." said Techno, "So I would advise against going to the same place again."
Mavis intervened, "Johnny, don't you think it's kind of rushed? I would think that the supreme leader is waiting for us to come to him. He would want us to make the first move this time, since he has no idea where we are."
"Miss Dracula has a point, there is an 87% chance that the supreme leader has set up some sort of trap for you." said Techno.
Johnny thought about this for a moment, "Fine, but then what do we do? Wait until they find us?"
Mavis shook her head, "We'll wait until they do something. Maybe they'll give away their position. But I feel as if we need more time to plan. They would expect us to do something like this."
Johnny sighed, "Fine, but in two days we need to move, or else we'll be sitting ducks. Techno, make sure to have the B-2 ready at any time." he said.
Techno nodded, "Yes, Master Jonathan. May I also set up security measures to ensure your protection?"
Johnny hesitated, "Sure." he said, "But don't make them annoying."
"Of course, sir. Beginning security procedures now." Techno began to whiz around, generating something with magic. Soon enough, three six-foot automaton guards stood over them. They were armed with machine guns, and looked like iron man suits. Techno began to making buzzing noises, "Batteries at...0.5%...automatic shutdown initiated…"
Techno dropped back onto the ground, recharging. The three automatons didn't talk or move, they simply stood there, watching Johnny and Mavis. Mavis telekinetically brought Techno back into the suitcase, and Johnny looked at the automatons. "Erhm...you guys can go and, uh, patrol stuff." he said.
The automatons turned around and marched over to the edge of the grove of trees, standing sentry over Death's Bane and their hideout.
Johnny and Mavis spent the rest of the morning trying to figure out what the rest of the relics did. Mavis finally managed to crack some Vampirical Text ("Oh! Now I remember what that means!"), and pulled out a strange brown, rubbery orb. She looked at the brown orb, and said, "Show me the Earth."
Immediately, the brown orb began to change colors. It expanded, until it was the size of a yoga ball, and the colors began to form shapes. Shapes that looked like-
"Are those the continents?" asked Johnny, watching the ball take shape. "Yeah," murmured Mavis, "It's amazing."
Soon enough the orb was completely full. It floated a few feet above the ground, and Johnny rotated it, looking around. At their exact location, there was a tiny green dot, and scattered around the world were small, blue dots. "What're those dots for?" asked Johnny, pointing at the blue ones.
Mavis was thinking as well, then looked back at the notes. "Um...it says here that they are areas of danger, and that they are adaptive towards our situation…"
Johnny looked at the globe, marking where the blue dots were. There was one in Moscow, one in Afghanistan, one on an island off the coast of the Arctic, and a last one literally in the middle of the pacific ocean.
"These must be the places where the facilities are!" he exclaimed, "I mean, the facilities are the most dangerous places in the world for us, right?"
Mavis wasn't so sure, "Hmm...where's the one in St. Kilda then?"
Johnny's smile faded, "Oh...good point." he said, then went back to staring at the sand.
"But," Mavis continued, "Some of these areas probably are the facilities, it's just that they vary in degrees of danger due to how important they are."
Johnny nodded, "Sure...lets just put this away for now. About that glowy necklace thing…"
For the next thirty minutes, Mavis and Johnny tried to make the crystal necklace do what it was supposed to do, but without being able to read the notes Dracula gave Macis, it was impossible.
As the afternoon drew near, Mavis and Johnny replicated some ramen noodles that they had looted from the duffel bag, along with oreos and dried mangos. Mavis was really getting used to human food now, even kind of enjoying the oreos now. As the two of them laughed and talked, they failed to notice the spy drone that was flying several hundred feet above them.
A few hundred miles away from them, the Pentagon was in absolute chaos. Military officials had gathered in the main conference room, where their spy drone was being aired live. The man at the front was talking.
"This is the only time we've come close to finding them. They haven't come out of the grove of trees too much, but when they did, we used the length of their shadows to find their heights. And guess what? The heights match perfectly with Mavis and Johnny."
"So what? There are probably plenty of people out there in the world who are equally tall as the two of them! This is American soil we're talking about, it isn't a warzone. You can't just fire a tomahawk into North Dakota based off the shadow height of two random individuals!" roared another man.
"Two random individuals, who happen to be hiding in one of the most no-name places in America, have never come out from under those trees, and who also appears to have what resembles a B-2 bomber! Doesn't that sound sketchy?" yelled a woman from across the room.
"We only have a 43% chance that it's them," said the same man, "We shouldn't risk it. We may kill one of our own citizens."
"And we may also kill the two most wanted terrorists since 9/11!" yelled the woman, "What do you not get? This is war! People will die, whether or not it's on our soil."
"Let's put this argument to rest," said the leader, "All in favor of doing a missile strike." He raised his hands, along with several other people. "All against doing a missile strike." Several more hands were raised, making the leader have to count. In the end, however, the majority thought a missile strike was the best move.
As Mavis swallowed another pack of oreos whole, Techno suddenly automatically woke up. "Master Jonathan and Miss Dracula, you must get to the B-2 immediately."
Johnny stared at him, "Why?"
"I have detected a non-radio communication wave a few hundred feet above us. It seems as if the military is using a drone to bomb us."
At first, Johnny stood there, frozen, before Mavis knocked some sense into him, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get moving!" Johnny nodded and grabbed the sleeping bags, stuffing them into the duffel bag. Mavis grabbed her suitcase and began running towards the B-2, right as-
BOOOOM
Behind her, the grove of trees they were hiding in got disintegrated. The area around the B-2 was also completely in flames, but the shield system on the Death's Bane seemed to have protected it completely.
Luckily, Mavis, Johnny, and Techno were all within the shield range. Two of the automatons Techno had created made it, the last one being disintegrated as well. Mavis pulled Johnny into Death's Bane, while Techno and the two guards clambered in behind her.
Welcome on board, due to the current situation, I have calculated a 99.8% chance that survival can only be accomplished by takeoff. Said the AI as they entered, Activating instant thrusters.
The Death's Bane flew upwards like a helicopter, except faster, just as another missile exploded on the shields, causing the bomber to shake a little. Mavis and Johnny ran to the cockpit, where Johnny saw the predator drone, along with the spy drone, flying above them. Johnny yelled, "AI, open fire on those drones, now!"
The automatic machine guns popped out, blasting the spy drone and predator drone to shreds, both of them falling through the sky and exploding.
Targets have been eliminated. Said the AI.
Techno inserted himself into a small slot on the wall, where he slid in perfectly. There, he began to recharge again. The guards stood at the back, standing sentry over the door.
"Fly us in a random direction until we decide where to go." said Johnny, quite calmly, to the AI.
As you wish. Said the AI right back. The Death's Bane began to fly north, over Canada, and activated its antimatter engines, flying at up to speeds of Mach 5. It was only then when Mavis truly realized how upgraded the B-2 had become. There were screens on the walls to either side of the cockpit, each showing weather, pressure, air temperature, along with the radar, which wasn't picking up anything at the moment.
Johnny, however, was fussing over what to do next. "What now?" he asked, pacing the cockpit, "We just got openly attacked by the US military. They probably knew that we were there for a long time."
Mavis calmed him, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Lets go back to St. Kilda, interrogate some people, and find out where they're keeping the weapon. Then we'll go there, and finish off Ben and the weapon.
Johnny sighed, "Alright...AI, bring us to St. Kilda, undetected."
As you wish, Master Jonathan. Said the AI, and the Death's Bane changed course, heading east, straight for St. Kilda.
"I see…" murmured the man behind the desk, "They must have acquired such technology from the relics they took from the basement…"
General Clecius sounded a little strained, "Sir, if you would only let me check on the facility personally-"
"Enough." the man behind the desk waved his hands, "You will remain at the Aux Isles, in case they somehow got wind that the weapon was located there. However…" the man behind the desk waved his hands, and a hologram appeared on the table. It showed a regular military battleship. "This is the USS Zumwalt, a very advanced military destroyer. In about two hours, it will leave port from Miami and make a patrol run across the East Coast. You and George are to capture the destroyer and bring it back to the facility at St. Kilda."
General Clecius looked confused, "Why, sir?"
"The USS Zumwalt has a particularly important person on board," said the man behind the desk, "A man by the name of Ashar Libney. He is an Afghanistan scientist who made a surprising discovery, in which he created a material just as powerful as the stone Dracula had enchanted his basement with. You are to bring him to me. If his formula gets released into the public, our plan will not succeed. Too many people will live."
General Clecius bowed his head, "I will carry out your orders, sir."
Several miles off the coast of Miami, the USS Zumwalt sped at 33.5 knots through the water. The crew was relaxed. They were operating the most advanced, state-of-the-art destroyer ever built, after all. Nothing could touch them. Nothing could harm them.
Right after they passed their third checkpoint, off the coast of New York, however, the crew detected the sound of helicopter blades coming from all around them. The captain, James A. Burgandy, frowned. He hadn't received reports of any air traffic. As the crew watched the skies, they saw at least a dozen helicopters fly out from the distance. They were military helicopters alright, and James had no idea where they came from.
"Code Yellow, we have unverified military helicopter in our zone," said James into the intercom, "Load and prepare all anti-aircraft guns, do not fire."
The military helicopters approached, not stopping. Next to the USS Zumwalt, her sister ship, the USS Freedom, suddenly stopped moving.
"USS Zumwalt to USS Freedom, what is the problem?" he asked the captain of the USS Freedom through a phone. The other captain didn't respond. Suddenly, the USS Freedom exploded, literally blowing up down the center and severing the entire destroyer into two pieces.
"Red Alert! All stations, open fire!" yelled James. The USS Zumwalt's anti-aircraft guns began blazing, but it was already too late. They only managed to crash a single helicopter before the rest began to drop off soldiers onto the deck of the USS Zumwalt.
"Stations A, B, C, and D, I want our garrisons all deployed," yelled James, "They're on the main deck, keep them out of the ship!"
As fighting began to erupt below decks, James knew that the boarders outnumbered his men at least four to one. He knew just by the sheer number of soldiers who were pouring down from the helicopters. He began to make SOS signals, calling for help from any nearby military personnel.
What they didn't know was that help was already there, and was only flying about 60,000 feet above them.
ya so I'm in the middle of finals right now as I'm writing this (1/18/2018), so tomorrow (1/19/2018), I'll update the story again.