Hell For Hobbes continued...
Part 3: Revenge Is Sweet
Wayne Dale was an excellent pilot, and it was good for Hobbes to be able to get his mind off of Fawkes by talking to the kid. Dale had just turned 20 and had been raised by his dad at the airport ever since his mother had crashed and died in a car when he was two. She had also been a great pilot. His dad had died from cancer when he was 18 so he had inherited the airport and ran it by himself. Hobbes could tell the kid was very intelligent and had a good sense of humor the way he told the stories and thought things out. "He'd make a good agent." Hobbes thought to himself.
"We have crossed the Canadian border right now." Wayne announced and Hobbes looked down at the ground below. He was kind of nervous when it came to heights.
They had been flying for a long time, in the directions of Dale's calculations, when they suddenly passed over an incredibly large building in the middle of nowhere up North as high as Alaska but in Canada.
"An Island in the Pacific, my ass." muttered Hobbes. Wayne looked over confused.
They found a large open space about 10 miles south of the gigantic building. Hobbes told Dale it could be dangerous so he should probably stay at the plane.
"I ain't staying here at the plane in the middle of nowhere bored outa my mind while you're up there where all the action is man." So they both hiked in through the North Canadian wilderness. Wayne was skinny and not in the greatest shape but Hobbes didn't feel much better. They both felt pretty stupid hiking in the way they were, and they were very unprepared. So, they almost shouted for joy when the building came into site.
Hobbes knew it was rediculous to think that he could just sneak into the place and was thinking, "Man I wish Fawkes was here," when he heard a familiar click and felt a gun pressed against his head.
"Put you hands up."
Hobbes did as he was told and saw two unfamiliar men dressed in black. Dale's face was pale and Bobby figured he had probably never had a gun held on him before. Bobby was way too used to this, and it almost seemed routine in a way. He couldn't help from grinning at that thought and was glared at by one of they guys.
"Do you find your situation funny, Agent Hobbes?"
Hobbes opened his mouth in shock. Aw crap, they know me, he thought. "No not funny, I was just thinking that this getting a gun pointed at me thing is becoming way too routine for my life to be considered normal. Yeah, thats it.."
They all looked at him funny, and then the two men in black pushed Hobbes and Dale to get walking in the direction of the gigantic building in front of them.
Hobbes woke up unconcious in a dark room. On the way to the building, the men had knocked him and the kid in the back of the head with their guns.
"Hey Fawkes? I mean, hey Wayne? You there buddy?"
The lights suddenly switched on, blinding him. When his eyes adjusted, he saw he was locked into a metal chair in the middle of an empty room, and three new men in black and the woman mentioned earlier with the case (which had obviously held the gland) were standing in front of him. Dale wasn't there.
"Welcome to the Lair of the Eggassoles, Robert Hobbes. We figured you'd be here a little sooner, but that's ok. We are glad you decided to show up. Better late than never, I always say. Hehehe." the man in the middle said with a nasty smirk. He had one of those annoying whiny girly voices.
"What are you going to do with me?" Hobbes asked, since that was what he wanted to know the most at the moment.
"The same as we did with that kid you had with you. What was his name again? Oh yeah it was Dale. Who cares. We deleted his memory by the way, and installed in him a new one. After all, he had a IQ of 170 and we figured we might as well use him as another one of our scientists. He thinks he has worked for us five years now, and we have him convinced that he is Frederick Wyles, son of our head scientist Rupert Wyles. Aint that a riot, Robert? It's so sweet."
"So why do I still know who I am then?" Hobbes said a little nervous.
"Are you sure that you do know who you really are? Just kidding. We have not recreated you yet. That would not be any fun, would it? We have something very very cool to show you first, my friend. You can call me Mr. Haroldson, as I and my colleagues, Dr. Danny (he pointed to the short bald guy), Dr. Henry (the red headed broad who could easily have been a model if she had chosen that profession), and Professor Wyles, whome I believe I mentioned to you a moment ago, will be giving you our tour."
Haroldson pushed a button on a remote control he was holding causing the chair to release the clamps that had been holding Hobbes. Hobbes stood up and attempted to punch the bastard Haroldson but instead he felt a sudden pinging noise in his head that hurt so bad he couldnt stand up.
"Control yourself, agent, lest I be forced to do it for you." Haroldson said with a high pitched laugh, and as he pressed a button on his remote, the pinging sound ceased. Hobbes fell to the ground, still holding his ears and took a few moments to stand back up.
"Professor Wyles here, under my instructions, has put a little present in your brain, and I can send you that wonderful little noise if you choose to misbehave again. Ain't it sweet, my friend."
Hobbes growled as he stood up and glared at the man. "You got something you want to show me, buddy?"
"Oh absolutely. You'll just die when you see it. Right this way." Haroldson hit a button that opened the door and led them out of the room.
"Asshole," Hobbes muttered under his breath.
They walked down a long empty metallic hall a ways until finally they came to a large door.
"Prepare yourself for this, Robert." Haroldson chirped out. The large door opened, and Hobbes found himself looking into a giant room that could fit a small town inside of it. There were thousands of men, in the black suits, lined up inside of it like an army. The scary part was that every last one of them that he could see looked exactly alike.
"Holy Crap." was all Hobbes could say.
"As you might have noticed," Haroldson began. "You are looking at clones in the image of none other than me. Hehehe. Of course, they are nothing like me. They are virtually brainless. Oh, they have brains of course, but their brains only have installed what I put in them. They know how to fight and, well, turn invisible, a wonderful new ability donated to us by a old, quite dead, friend of yours, am I right? Of course I am. I am a genius. Heehee. Anyhoo, these phony yet living men are one hundred percent controllable by me, myself, and I. Hawhaw. Oh, sweet, sweet, sweet. Aren't they beautiful, Hobbesy?"
"They look like shit. No, more like runny swamp algae."
"Oh shut up, you are the shit." Haroldson sqeaked out turning red-faced. Hobbes almost laughed that he had been able to piss Haroldson off so easily. He felt like being a smartass and replying to that last comment but decided not to after remembering the pinging sound. That had not been fun.
Suddenly a sound interrupted his thoughts. It was some kind of alarm, he figured. Haroldson was caught offguard, and Hobbes pounded his fist into his stomache, snatching his controller from the weak man's hands so he couldnt get pinged, and began to run down the hall. He figured he was about to be chased by a handfull of the invisible Haroldson clones and wanted a good head start. He ran to the nearest door, only to find another hall, which he began to run down. Then he stopped.
"Holy shit I'm an idiot." he said as he looked at the controller in his hands. "I got the power. No need to run." Hobbes looked at the controller. It was easier looking than he thought it would be. It was labeled.
Within minutes, Hobbes had the entire army under his control, and he had Haroldson and his colleagues hanging upside down by bungee cords from the ceiling. Hobbes felt very very powerful. He had the army lock up all of the agents and spies and scientists in the building. The weird part was, Wayne Dale, or Frederick Wyles, could not be located. Hobbes decided to call the official up, only to discover he was on his way, along with a handful of agents and Claire. Alex Monroe was sick with chicken pox so she couldnt come, much to everyone's sadness. Apparently, somebody under the name Fred Dale had called them up and told them where to come. "huh?" Hobbes said upon hearing this.
"That's right Bob." the familiar voice came up from behind him.
"Wayne! What the...?"
"They thought they had brainwashed me but i got that damn thing they plugged into my head to fall out without them noticing. They put it on too loose so I just shook around and it fell off. Then before they came back into the room, yeah dude they actually left the room, I managed to break free off the chair I was stuck to because the fools didnt lock me in and I put the plug back on my head when the computers said they were finished. They thought I was unconscious but I never swallowed the pills. You'd think these people would be smarter than that, but man, they were stupid. So, it kinda hurt when they put this thing in my head here," Wayne pointed to his head, showing Hobbes a small hole that looked like a place to plug something in. It was kind of disgusting but kind of cool too. "But after that was done, I was lead to the science lab where I met some guy that they told me was my father. It was hard not to laugh. He showed me everything, just about, and so I found out about almost everything going on here. They thought I was really brainwashed so they let me alone in the lab with everyone else, free to do as I pleased. It totally rocked. I screwed up their systems pretty damn bad before I saw you were in trouble on one of the screens in the lab and I pulled the alarm. Dude, you were awesome. That army kicks ass, eh?"
Hobbes couldn't do anything but shake his head and grin. "Hey Haroldson did ya hear that huh? Hey do you know what is sweet? Revenge is sweet you dumb fuck." Hobbes was having the army swing Haroldson around on the bungee cords while hanging upside down.
"Agent Hobbes, there is a way to save your friend Fawkes, and if you bring me down from this nefarious pendulum and offer me a pleasant liberation from the position I am now in, then perhaps I will enlighten you with some knowledge to save him, given he is not cremated already." Haroldson pleaded.
Hobbes suddenly stopped grinning and ordered the army to stop swinging Haroldson.
"What?"
Part 3: Revenge Is Sweet
Wayne Dale was an excellent pilot, and it was good for Hobbes to be able to get his mind off of Fawkes by talking to the kid. Dale had just turned 20 and had been raised by his dad at the airport ever since his mother had crashed and died in a car when he was two. She had also been a great pilot. His dad had died from cancer when he was 18 so he had inherited the airport and ran it by himself. Hobbes could tell the kid was very intelligent and had a good sense of humor the way he told the stories and thought things out. "He'd make a good agent." Hobbes thought to himself.
"We have crossed the Canadian border right now." Wayne announced and Hobbes looked down at the ground below. He was kind of nervous when it came to heights.
They had been flying for a long time, in the directions of Dale's calculations, when they suddenly passed over an incredibly large building in the middle of nowhere up North as high as Alaska but in Canada.
"An Island in the Pacific, my ass." muttered Hobbes. Wayne looked over confused.
They found a large open space about 10 miles south of the gigantic building. Hobbes told Dale it could be dangerous so he should probably stay at the plane.
"I ain't staying here at the plane in the middle of nowhere bored outa my mind while you're up there where all the action is man." So they both hiked in through the North Canadian wilderness. Wayne was skinny and not in the greatest shape but Hobbes didn't feel much better. They both felt pretty stupid hiking in the way they were, and they were very unprepared. So, they almost shouted for joy when the building came into site.
Hobbes knew it was rediculous to think that he could just sneak into the place and was thinking, "Man I wish Fawkes was here," when he heard a familiar click and felt a gun pressed against his head.
"Put you hands up."
Hobbes did as he was told and saw two unfamiliar men dressed in black. Dale's face was pale and Bobby figured he had probably never had a gun held on him before. Bobby was way too used to this, and it almost seemed routine in a way. He couldn't help from grinning at that thought and was glared at by one of they guys.
"Do you find your situation funny, Agent Hobbes?"
Hobbes opened his mouth in shock. Aw crap, they know me, he thought. "No not funny, I was just thinking that this getting a gun pointed at me thing is becoming way too routine for my life to be considered normal. Yeah, thats it.."
They all looked at him funny, and then the two men in black pushed Hobbes and Dale to get walking in the direction of the gigantic building in front of them.
Hobbes woke up unconcious in a dark room. On the way to the building, the men had knocked him and the kid in the back of the head with their guns.
"Hey Fawkes? I mean, hey Wayne? You there buddy?"
The lights suddenly switched on, blinding him. When his eyes adjusted, he saw he was locked into a metal chair in the middle of an empty room, and three new men in black and the woman mentioned earlier with the case (which had obviously held the gland) were standing in front of him. Dale wasn't there.
"Welcome to the Lair of the Eggassoles, Robert Hobbes. We figured you'd be here a little sooner, but that's ok. We are glad you decided to show up. Better late than never, I always say. Hehehe." the man in the middle said with a nasty smirk. He had one of those annoying whiny girly voices.
"What are you going to do with me?" Hobbes asked, since that was what he wanted to know the most at the moment.
"The same as we did with that kid you had with you. What was his name again? Oh yeah it was Dale. Who cares. We deleted his memory by the way, and installed in him a new one. After all, he had a IQ of 170 and we figured we might as well use him as another one of our scientists. He thinks he has worked for us five years now, and we have him convinced that he is Frederick Wyles, son of our head scientist Rupert Wyles. Aint that a riot, Robert? It's so sweet."
"So why do I still know who I am then?" Hobbes said a little nervous.
"Are you sure that you do know who you really are? Just kidding. We have not recreated you yet. That would not be any fun, would it? We have something very very cool to show you first, my friend. You can call me Mr. Haroldson, as I and my colleagues, Dr. Danny (he pointed to the short bald guy), Dr. Henry (the red headed broad who could easily have been a model if she had chosen that profession), and Professor Wyles, whome I believe I mentioned to you a moment ago, will be giving you our tour."
Haroldson pushed a button on a remote control he was holding causing the chair to release the clamps that had been holding Hobbes. Hobbes stood up and attempted to punch the bastard Haroldson but instead he felt a sudden pinging noise in his head that hurt so bad he couldnt stand up.
"Control yourself, agent, lest I be forced to do it for you." Haroldson said with a high pitched laugh, and as he pressed a button on his remote, the pinging sound ceased. Hobbes fell to the ground, still holding his ears and took a few moments to stand back up.
"Professor Wyles here, under my instructions, has put a little present in your brain, and I can send you that wonderful little noise if you choose to misbehave again. Ain't it sweet, my friend."
Hobbes growled as he stood up and glared at the man. "You got something you want to show me, buddy?"
"Oh absolutely. You'll just die when you see it. Right this way." Haroldson hit a button that opened the door and led them out of the room.
"Asshole," Hobbes muttered under his breath.
They walked down a long empty metallic hall a ways until finally they came to a large door.
"Prepare yourself for this, Robert." Haroldson chirped out. The large door opened, and Hobbes found himself looking into a giant room that could fit a small town inside of it. There were thousands of men, in the black suits, lined up inside of it like an army. The scary part was that every last one of them that he could see looked exactly alike.
"Holy Crap." was all Hobbes could say.
"As you might have noticed," Haroldson began. "You are looking at clones in the image of none other than me. Hehehe. Of course, they are nothing like me. They are virtually brainless. Oh, they have brains of course, but their brains only have installed what I put in them. They know how to fight and, well, turn invisible, a wonderful new ability donated to us by a old, quite dead, friend of yours, am I right? Of course I am. I am a genius. Heehee. Anyhoo, these phony yet living men are one hundred percent controllable by me, myself, and I. Hawhaw. Oh, sweet, sweet, sweet. Aren't they beautiful, Hobbesy?"
"They look like shit. No, more like runny swamp algae."
"Oh shut up, you are the shit." Haroldson sqeaked out turning red-faced. Hobbes almost laughed that he had been able to piss Haroldson off so easily. He felt like being a smartass and replying to that last comment but decided not to after remembering the pinging sound. That had not been fun.
Suddenly a sound interrupted his thoughts. It was some kind of alarm, he figured. Haroldson was caught offguard, and Hobbes pounded his fist into his stomache, snatching his controller from the weak man's hands so he couldnt get pinged, and began to run down the hall. He figured he was about to be chased by a handfull of the invisible Haroldson clones and wanted a good head start. He ran to the nearest door, only to find another hall, which he began to run down. Then he stopped.
"Holy shit I'm an idiot." he said as he looked at the controller in his hands. "I got the power. No need to run." Hobbes looked at the controller. It was easier looking than he thought it would be. It was labeled.
Within minutes, Hobbes had the entire army under his control, and he had Haroldson and his colleagues hanging upside down by bungee cords from the ceiling. Hobbes felt very very powerful. He had the army lock up all of the agents and spies and scientists in the building. The weird part was, Wayne Dale, or Frederick Wyles, could not be located. Hobbes decided to call the official up, only to discover he was on his way, along with a handful of agents and Claire. Alex Monroe was sick with chicken pox so she couldnt come, much to everyone's sadness. Apparently, somebody under the name Fred Dale had called them up and told them where to come. "huh?" Hobbes said upon hearing this.
"That's right Bob." the familiar voice came up from behind him.
"Wayne! What the...?"
"They thought they had brainwashed me but i got that damn thing they plugged into my head to fall out without them noticing. They put it on too loose so I just shook around and it fell off. Then before they came back into the room, yeah dude they actually left the room, I managed to break free off the chair I was stuck to because the fools didnt lock me in and I put the plug back on my head when the computers said they were finished. They thought I was unconscious but I never swallowed the pills. You'd think these people would be smarter than that, but man, they were stupid. So, it kinda hurt when they put this thing in my head here," Wayne pointed to his head, showing Hobbes a small hole that looked like a place to plug something in. It was kind of disgusting but kind of cool too. "But after that was done, I was lead to the science lab where I met some guy that they told me was my father. It was hard not to laugh. He showed me everything, just about, and so I found out about almost everything going on here. They thought I was really brainwashed so they let me alone in the lab with everyone else, free to do as I pleased. It totally rocked. I screwed up their systems pretty damn bad before I saw you were in trouble on one of the screens in the lab and I pulled the alarm. Dude, you were awesome. That army kicks ass, eh?"
Hobbes couldn't do anything but shake his head and grin. "Hey Haroldson did ya hear that huh? Hey do you know what is sweet? Revenge is sweet you dumb fuck." Hobbes was having the army swing Haroldson around on the bungee cords while hanging upside down.
"Agent Hobbes, there is a way to save your friend Fawkes, and if you bring me down from this nefarious pendulum and offer me a pleasant liberation from the position I am now in, then perhaps I will enlighten you with some knowledge to save him, given he is not cremated already." Haroldson pleaded.
Hobbes suddenly stopped grinning and ordered the army to stop swinging Haroldson.
"What?"