Hell For Hobbes continued...
Part 4: Things Are Weirder Than Before
"You heard me correctly, Hobbes. Now get me down from here or you will never have the chance again!"
Bobby glanced at Dale. "I think he is telling the truth" Wayne said shrugging. "It might be possible. Professor Wyles mentioned something about that all when he was telling me about how they got the gland for the army clone dudes. But don't let Haroldson down, Wyles is the man with that knowledge. Haroldson is mostly just a smart, rich, pain in the ass manager, according to what I heard from the lab folk."
"Ahhhh you little prick! Let me down now or I will have you killed!"
Hobbes had the army slap some duck tape around Haroldson's mouth and face. "That oughta shut him up. you think?" They got the professor down and had him locked into one of those metal chairs with the clamps. He was easily forced to explain every last bit, showing the procedure to Dale, and to Claire, who arrived in time for most of the information. Hobbes and the official had a long chat about everything with some donuts.
"Well Hobbes, I think this may have been your greatest contribution to the agency yet: A new agent with the ability to single handedly bring the Eggassoles into our grasps."
"What? You...huh...I?"
"Just kidding Hobbes. Good work. I guess I underestimated you. A little."
"So basically, how it works is you put a new gland into Fawkes's head, and the gland can actually bring its host, Darien, back alive with a lot of work and this brainwashing memory machine thing that we got right here?" Hobbes and just about everyone else, except for the Prof Wyles and Dale, was astounded.
"Yeah, that sums it up Bob," answered Wayne. "Of course it is way complicated and is only possible in theory because it has never been tried. It might work or it might not. Fawkes might be too far gone since his body hasn't been alive at all in the last three days. But maybe Claire and me, and Wyles here, will be able to do it. There's nothing to lose in trying man."
"Only about 7 million dollars." said Eberts.
"Shut up Eberts" said the official. "For once, money is no longer an issue anyway. Fawkes is being shipped here as fast as possible, Hobbes. Claire, Mr. Dale, I wish you both good luck. If this is possible, you will be the ones to perform it correctly, of that I am sure. Just don't screw up. Please."
One week later:
Hobbes woke up with a headache. He stepped outside to discover it was snowing outside.
"What the hell? Aw, crap, no way..." He held out his hand and was burnt by a flake. The phone rang and he ran inside to get it. It was the official.
"Hobbes, get to the agengy, pronto!"
"What's going on?"
"Hobbes, we have a very very big problem." said the official.
"Yes I see that. I'll be right there."
Hobbes walked into the agency to find the Official, Eberts, Claire, and Fawkes (yeah ok I brought him back alive for all the females out there after I got told to do that as dumb as that is) were waiting for him.
"You see, Hobbes, we're having a bit of a problem with your friend Wayne Dale."
"What?"
"Read this buddy." Fawkes snatched a paper out of Eberts hand and handed it to Hobbes. It said:
Dear the Agency Folks,
I am sorry to say that you have been somewhat deceived. I am actually Fred Wyles. The story I told Hobbes about escaping from being brainwashed is really just a story. I was never brainwashed, of course, because I always have been Frederick Wyles. By now you have probably learned that my father Rupert has escaped from prison. I did that. Do not bother to search for us cause, well, we are undetectable and you would be wasting your time. I have shutdown your ability to find us. I havnt, however, destroyed anything else in the Eggassole building that I helped you get. All knowledge that I felt you could handle I left you with already. Haroldson was an evil man, but my father and I are not. We will not cause you any more problems now that we are out of Haroldson's and his Eggassole coleague's clutches. We have decided to resign in an unknown island in the Pacific. How ironic, eh? Yes, we will create a lab there, and a airport since flying is a huge hobby of mine and my fathers. Farewell, dudes.
Sincerely,
Fred Wyles
P.S. I couldn't resist turning on the 'hot snow' one more time. It is on light enough not to cause any damage to anything or harm any people. I put a code on that you have to type into the main computer to turn it off. Hobbes knows how to turn it off. He has to use the numbers in the equation, hopefully he still knows the equation. This is your clue. The first number is 5. If it is still snowing out there after two weeks I will shut it off for you. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing? So long folks.
"Hey, that's pretty funny," Hobbes said.
"Yeah I thought so too," said Fawkes chuckling.
"Well, I sure don't," said the official. "So type in the code Hobbes."
Hobbes tried the think of what that equation and those numbers were. It had been confusing enough at the time. How was he supposed to remember it now? He pushed in a 5. Then he thought next it was a 24. He pushed that in. Then he couldn't figure out the rest.
That Is The End
Part 4: Things Are Weirder Than Before
"You heard me correctly, Hobbes. Now get me down from here or you will never have the chance again!"
Bobby glanced at Dale. "I think he is telling the truth" Wayne said shrugging. "It might be possible. Professor Wyles mentioned something about that all when he was telling me about how they got the gland for the army clone dudes. But don't let Haroldson down, Wyles is the man with that knowledge. Haroldson is mostly just a smart, rich, pain in the ass manager, according to what I heard from the lab folk."
"Ahhhh you little prick! Let me down now or I will have you killed!"
Hobbes had the army slap some duck tape around Haroldson's mouth and face. "That oughta shut him up. you think?" They got the professor down and had him locked into one of those metal chairs with the clamps. He was easily forced to explain every last bit, showing the procedure to Dale, and to Claire, who arrived in time for most of the information. Hobbes and the official had a long chat about everything with some donuts.
"Well Hobbes, I think this may have been your greatest contribution to the agency yet: A new agent with the ability to single handedly bring the Eggassoles into our grasps."
"What? You...huh...I?"
"Just kidding Hobbes. Good work. I guess I underestimated you. A little."
"So basically, how it works is you put a new gland into Fawkes's head, and the gland can actually bring its host, Darien, back alive with a lot of work and this brainwashing memory machine thing that we got right here?" Hobbes and just about everyone else, except for the Prof Wyles and Dale, was astounded.
"Yeah, that sums it up Bob," answered Wayne. "Of course it is way complicated and is only possible in theory because it has never been tried. It might work or it might not. Fawkes might be too far gone since his body hasn't been alive at all in the last three days. But maybe Claire and me, and Wyles here, will be able to do it. There's nothing to lose in trying man."
"Only about 7 million dollars." said Eberts.
"Shut up Eberts" said the official. "For once, money is no longer an issue anyway. Fawkes is being shipped here as fast as possible, Hobbes. Claire, Mr. Dale, I wish you both good luck. If this is possible, you will be the ones to perform it correctly, of that I am sure. Just don't screw up. Please."
One week later:
Hobbes woke up with a headache. He stepped outside to discover it was snowing outside.
"What the hell? Aw, crap, no way..." He held out his hand and was burnt by a flake. The phone rang and he ran inside to get it. It was the official.
"Hobbes, get to the agengy, pronto!"
"What's going on?"
"Hobbes, we have a very very big problem." said the official.
"Yes I see that. I'll be right there."
Hobbes walked into the agency to find the Official, Eberts, Claire, and Fawkes (yeah ok I brought him back alive for all the females out there after I got told to do that as dumb as that is) were waiting for him.
"You see, Hobbes, we're having a bit of a problem with your friend Wayne Dale."
"What?"
"Read this buddy." Fawkes snatched a paper out of Eberts hand and handed it to Hobbes. It said:
Dear the Agency Folks,
I am sorry to say that you have been somewhat deceived. I am actually Fred Wyles. The story I told Hobbes about escaping from being brainwashed is really just a story. I was never brainwashed, of course, because I always have been Frederick Wyles. By now you have probably learned that my father Rupert has escaped from prison. I did that. Do not bother to search for us cause, well, we are undetectable and you would be wasting your time. I have shutdown your ability to find us. I havnt, however, destroyed anything else in the Eggassole building that I helped you get. All knowledge that I felt you could handle I left you with already. Haroldson was an evil man, but my father and I are not. We will not cause you any more problems now that we are out of Haroldson's and his Eggassole coleague's clutches. We have decided to resign in an unknown island in the Pacific. How ironic, eh? Yes, we will create a lab there, and a airport since flying is a huge hobby of mine and my fathers. Farewell, dudes.
Sincerely,
Fred Wyles
P.S. I couldn't resist turning on the 'hot snow' one more time. It is on light enough not to cause any damage to anything or harm any people. I put a code on that you have to type into the main computer to turn it off. Hobbes knows how to turn it off. He has to use the numbers in the equation, hopefully he still knows the equation. This is your clue. The first number is 5. If it is still snowing out there after two weeks I will shut it off for you. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing? So long folks.
"Hey, that's pretty funny," Hobbes said.
"Yeah I thought so too," said Fawkes chuckling.
"Well, I sure don't," said the official. "So type in the code Hobbes."
Hobbes tried the think of what that equation and those numbers were. It had been confusing enough at the time. How was he supposed to remember it now? He pushed in a 5. Then he thought next it was a 24. He pushed that in. Then he couldn't figure out the rest.
That Is The End