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Fate—Chapter 8
"So does anyone have an idea where this auto pilot is taking us?" Daisuke wondered aloud. He along with Hikari, Taichi and Miyako were still in the cramped mini-sub under the surface of Gennai's lake.
The tiny undersea vehicle made a sharp turn, throwing him into the wall and he grunted with pain.
"I haven't got the foggiest idea," Hikari replied as she crashed to the floor thanks to another unexpected turn. "Away from the Ghoulinthians, I guess."
Taichi twisted to look through the small window in the back of the sub, unable to move closer to it without smashing Miyako against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. Hikari was correct. They appeared to be moving away from the Ghoulinthians.
"Uh…If we're moving away from the Ghoulinthians…then who do the subs dead ahead belong to?" Miyako nervously inquired.
Taichi quickly turned back to the main front window and nearly choked. Through the clear waters of the lake he could see them: a group of eight submarines that were each at least three times as big as the tiny little thing they were in. They couldn't have been more than a quarter of a mile away and they were directly in front of them, blocking the way into the ditch that Hikari had floated into the lake from, just as Miyako had said…and the sub they were in sure didn't show any sign of changing direction.
"OK…all we've got to do is get this thing off of the auto pilot," Taichi reasoned. "It can't be that hard, can it?"
"Let me see the control panel," Miyako instructed, pushing to the front of the sub. She quickly swept her eyes across it, quickly taking in all the separate controls. There were a lot of them, and they weren't labeled.
After a quick glance at the subs that they were approaching, she took a deep breath and push a button that was a pretty looking pinkish color. It buzzed, then changed to a blue color.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a second!" Daisuke cried out from the back of the sub. "You do know what you're doing…right?"
"Or course not! How would I know how to drive a submarine?" she answered back while pressing a yellow button. A pair of bright lights flashed on from the front of the submarine, illuminating the water in front of them.
"Turn the
lights off!" Hikari shouted,
hoping that the submarines in front of them hadn't seen.
Miyako pressed the button again, but the
lights did not switch off as she had hoped they would, and they were still
moving toward the submarines. She
pulled a lever and there was a loud whirring noise and suddenly they were
moving toward the submarines much faster. They were less than 200 meters away. Last chance, she nervously thought.
She closed her eyes and pushed a red button
beside what she assumed to be the steering device of the sub. It turned green under her finger and hoping
she'd pressed the correct button, she jerked on the steering device. The sub shot sharply to the right, knocking
Taichi, Hikari and Daisuke off their feet.
"Sorry, guys," Miyako muttered, a little embarrassed. They had done nearly a full 180 degree rotation in about two seconds flat. They were now moving away from all the Ghoulinthian forces that were in the lake.
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Yamato hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he was absolutely sure that somebody was with him in the cell. He could hear whoever it was breathing. In fact, there seemed to be two of them, whispering to each other.
Who
would be in here with me? He
wondered. What if it's a couple of Rothena's henchmen? What if I don't want to know who it is? What if---
His thoughts were cut short when a cheery voice said: "Koushiro, I think
he's waking up."
Koushiro's here? And that sounded like Mimi… Quickly, he opened his eyes
and saw that the two people in his cell were indeed Mimi and Koushiro.
"Oh good, you're awake," Mimi smiled. "Are you feeling any better?"
Yamato nodded in reply, deciding to refrain from talking at the moment. His throat was still hurting, although it wasn't the horrible, biting pain he had been experiencing earlier.
"I just can't figure these Droglidites out," Koushiro sighed.
"What do you mean?" Mimi questioned, turning away from Yamato to look instead at Koushiro.
"I mean it doesn't make any sense for them to smack us around and do all that awful things they have been doing to us and then let us stay in the same cell for no particular reason."
"Maybe they felt sorry for us?"
"I don't think they even know the meaning of the word, let alone the actual feeling."
"Do you think they're trying to give us more freedom?"
"I doubt it."
Yeah, the only freedom a slave knows is death, Yamato bitterly thought. His stomach growled loudly and he realized for the first time that he hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday. Was it only yesterday? It seemed so far away to him.
He wanted to join the conversation that Mimi and Koushiro were having, but of course the current condition of his throat prevented that. After a few minutes, he didn't even bother to listen. What's the point?
Quietly, he sat up, leaning against the wall of the cell and rubbed his throbbing temples. It's going to be a long…well, however long I'm here, he thought.