Chapter 8
I went inside and everyone was sitting on benches in the corner. Rachel sat down on one beside Cassie and Whitney. I sat on the one with Sam and Tobias hopped off my shoulder onto the back of the bench.
"Well," Cassie started. "We all know that Chapman is a relatively high ranking controller, right?" She got a murmur from the crowd. "Well, we need to get as much information from him as we can."
"I don't get it? What's wrong with asking me?" Sam asked.
"It has nothing to do with you. We have learned all that we can from you. What we need now is current news. Stuff that includes us. You had the general knowledge and we thank you for that."
"Definitely." Rachel added.
"But now we need to get some or information. Stuff on gatherings and plans. Some more evidence that they know of us."
"I can do it." Sam piped up.
"We need you here. I know you don't like to stay on the sideline, but we need you to sit this one out." Whitney said. Sam looked disappointed. "I know, but you are a strategist, you should know how to gather information."
I started to think, "So, would you get to the point? How do we plan to get into the house?"
"Simple." Rachel said. "Melissa has a cat."
"Cool!" I said, a bit more enthusiastically than I had meant to.
"Sorry, you aren't going out, Gordon. I am, she is my friend, and I have to do this." Rachel told me. I understood.
"Yeah, I have no right intruding." I said.
"Well, we can't really do anything until this Friday night. Everyone is busy or something. Friday is the best day. We will scope the place out, acquire the cat if possible, and maybe go in. If not, our weekend is booked." Whitney told us. I nodded my head in understanding.
"If there are any problems, we pull out immediately." Cassie told me. "We are only in there for reconnaissance. No need for heroics."
"I see. So, when do we go in?" I asked.
"She just told you that." Sam said.
I rolled my eyes. "I know."
"So, anyway, we need to get going." Whitney said as she got up and everyone followed. "Later guys..." She said.
I caught her before she made it out the door. "Hey, Whit." I said.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering, when will you be able to get me the ID? I found a place where I would like to work and it will be hiring soon. So any time soon would be good."
She shook her head. "OK, I will set up a date to get your picture taken in your morph, and you can get your three pieces of ID. Marco and I have already set up the accounts. You just need to get the picture. Don't worry, it won't take long."
"Alright. Good to hear. I will be seeing you soon." I said as she left.
{That went well.} Tobias pointed out from the rafters.
"It did. I just want to know how she plans on professionally getting my picture for a licence or whatever."
"It's pretty simple, her mom works at a school. The school has a driving school and licence bureau. They can take your picture there."
"I didn't know schools had a way to give out licences."
{Most don't, but the high school she works at does. You guys are too young to get licences, so a middle school wouldn't have one. The high school does.} Tobias explained. I understood now. It was simple.
"I see. So, when should I go? She never said a date." Sam just shrugged his shoulders.
"The way I see it, we have nothing to do for the week." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
{Yes, what?} Tobias agreed. Sam had his little devilish smile on.
"I think you know." He answered.
I shook my head. "No, I don't."
Sam sighed. "It's simple. We have nothing to do to occupy my time, so we should scope out Chapman and Melissa a little before they do. We could have a little bit of a lead before they do."
"And what would that do for us?" I asked. He opened his mouth, but I interrupted him. "Absolutely nothing. I see no reason to jump the gun. Jake knows what he is doing, for the most part. And we have a home to clean up and prepare for our long visit. We have much better things to do than jump the gun." I said very calmly.
Sam glared at me for a minute. "You really think Jake knows what he is talking about? He has been a 'leader' for less than a month now, and I have known about this for more than six months. I know how to gather details. I know you respect Jake, but I know how to deal with this. Besides, this will not take more than a week to clean up." He responded. Then sat down.
I began to think, maybe Sam was right. I guess it wouldn't hurt. I decided to go with Sam's idea.
I went inside and everyone was sitting on benches in the corner. Rachel sat down on one beside Cassie and Whitney. I sat on the one with Sam and Tobias hopped off my shoulder onto the back of the bench.
"Well," Cassie started. "We all know that Chapman is a relatively high ranking controller, right?" She got a murmur from the crowd. "Well, we need to get as much information from him as we can."
"I don't get it? What's wrong with asking me?" Sam asked.
"It has nothing to do with you. We have learned all that we can from you. What we need now is current news. Stuff that includes us. You had the general knowledge and we thank you for that."
"Definitely." Rachel added.
"But now we need to get some or information. Stuff on gatherings and plans. Some more evidence that they know of us."
"I can do it." Sam piped up.
"We need you here. I know you don't like to stay on the sideline, but we need you to sit this one out." Whitney said. Sam looked disappointed. "I know, but you are a strategist, you should know how to gather information."
I started to think, "So, would you get to the point? How do we plan to get into the house?"
"Simple." Rachel said. "Melissa has a cat."
"Cool!" I said, a bit more enthusiastically than I had meant to.
"Sorry, you aren't going out, Gordon. I am, she is my friend, and I have to do this." Rachel told me. I understood.
"Yeah, I have no right intruding." I said.
"Well, we can't really do anything until this Friday night. Everyone is busy or something. Friday is the best day. We will scope the place out, acquire the cat if possible, and maybe go in. If not, our weekend is booked." Whitney told us. I nodded my head in understanding.
"If there are any problems, we pull out immediately." Cassie told me. "We are only in there for reconnaissance. No need for heroics."
"I see. So, when do we go in?" I asked.
"She just told you that." Sam said.
I rolled my eyes. "I know."
"So, anyway, we need to get going." Whitney said as she got up and everyone followed. "Later guys..." She said.
I caught her before she made it out the door. "Hey, Whit." I said.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering, when will you be able to get me the ID? I found a place where I would like to work and it will be hiring soon. So any time soon would be good."
She shook her head. "OK, I will set up a date to get your picture taken in your morph, and you can get your three pieces of ID. Marco and I have already set up the accounts. You just need to get the picture. Don't worry, it won't take long."
"Alright. Good to hear. I will be seeing you soon." I said as she left.
{That went well.} Tobias pointed out from the rafters.
"It did. I just want to know how she plans on professionally getting my picture for a licence or whatever."
"It's pretty simple, her mom works at a school. The school has a driving school and licence bureau. They can take your picture there."
"I didn't know schools had a way to give out licences."
{Most don't, but the high school she works at does. You guys are too young to get licences, so a middle school wouldn't have one. The high school does.} Tobias explained. I understood now. It was simple.
"I see. So, when should I go? She never said a date." Sam just shrugged his shoulders.
"The way I see it, we have nothing to do for the week." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
{Yes, what?} Tobias agreed. Sam had his little devilish smile on.
"I think you know." He answered.
I shook my head. "No, I don't."
Sam sighed. "It's simple. We have nothing to do to occupy my time, so we should scope out Chapman and Melissa a little before they do. We could have a little bit of a lead before they do."
"And what would that do for us?" I asked. He opened his mouth, but I interrupted him. "Absolutely nothing. I see no reason to jump the gun. Jake knows what he is doing, for the most part. And we have a home to clean up and prepare for our long visit. We have much better things to do than jump the gun." I said very calmly.
Sam glared at me for a minute. "You really think Jake knows what he is talking about? He has been a 'leader' for less than a month now, and I have known about this for more than six months. I know how to gather details. I know you respect Jake, but I know how to deal with this. Besides, this will not take more than a week to clean up." He responded. Then sat down.
I began to think, maybe Sam was right. I guess it wouldn't hurt. I decided to go with Sam's idea.