What the Future Holds
Chapter 30
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"Can we just vote?" Wufei asked a few seconds later. They were now arguing over weather or not the first person down the vent should have Jake look for a ladder.
"Oh but that would be the easy way to settle this," Millardo said sarcastically. He hated the arguing and it was getting on his nerves.
"Millardo, please," Lucriza said. He just rolled his eyes.
"Okay, we're voting. Those who want to look for a ladder, raise your hands," Heero said. Everyone looked at each other for a moment and some raised their hands. Heero counted and said, "Those who don't…"
He watched as the others lefted raised theirs and counted again. He sighed and said, "We're not looking for a ladder."
"Next question," Duo said, "Who's going first?"
No one had an answer. 'Not another debate' Quarte thought and sighed.
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Michael grin widened as the men with the explosives got back on board. He stared at the explosives for a moment while going over his plan in his mind. It was all so perfect he decided. He then grinned more. The word perfect seemed to become his favorite word lately. All well, he would muse about that later.
"Alright everyone. Let's get started," he said and grabbed some of the explosives. He then began to set them up around the control room. The other men stared for moment and followed suit. But their movements where hesitant where Michael's was fast and almost sloppy. Some of them even wondered why they where there but no one said anything out loud.
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'Jake, quit staring at the vent. It's just larger than normal' Jake thought as his eyes found the vent for the twentieth time it seemed. He just couldn't stop staring at it for some odd reason. And it was driving him nuts.
He sighed and closed his eyes. It felt good to close his eyes for a moment. As he kept them closed a voice was telling him to open them or he would fall a sleep. But it felt so good he argued back at the voice. But it was dangerous to fall a sleep, the soft, quiet voice whispered back.
He finally opened his eyes but it wasn't because he was listening to that voice but another was calling his name.
"Jake, wake up!" a familiar voice yelled at him. Jake looked around the room until he saw Trowa's face staring at him through the vent.
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Janie slowly pecked at the food. It was strange that she could taste food while she was dreaming, she decided. Jake ate more and stared over at her but he didn't say anything. Perhaps he was too glad to have her talk again, she thought.
She tried to remember what she had been doing before she went to sleep but she couldn't. Well, it wasn't too surprising, she decided. When you where dreaming, you could never tell memory from fantasy for it blended together and confused you.
'And when did I become an expert on dreams?' she thought.
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Jake's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Trowa was there.
"What in the world are you doing?" he asked.
"Getting into your room. Now get up and help open this thing," Trowa said. Jake did as he was told and stood directly under the vent.
"I'm going to need a screwdriver to open this thing," Jake said as he looked at the vent.
Trowa, who was kneeling on the vent insecurely, looked up and yelled, "Heero, do you have that Swiss army knife on you?"
"Just a sec," Heero called down.
"He still has that?" Jake asked surprised.
"Yeah. Why?" Trowa asked, looking down at him.
"It's an old birthday present from one of the girls in the band we where in," Jake said.
"Really?" Trowa asked and went back to looking up.
"Yeah, her name was Minthe Persephone Smith and she played violin for us sometimes," Jake said.
"What kind of name is Minthe Persephone?" Trowa asked and handed Jake the knife.
"Her mom had a obsession with the Greek god Hades and name her after his lovers," Jake said as he hunted for the screwdriver.
"Okay, who was Minthe?" Trowa asked.
"A nymph that Persephone changed into a mint plant when she found out that Hades had a relationship with her," Jake said and found the screwdriver.
"Okay. Well, I'm going back up," Trowa said and stood hesitantly.
"Why?" Jake called after him.
"Because if I don't I'll fall with the vent," he said and began to climb out. Jake shrugged and began to work on the vent.
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Ja ne,
Pinkmoon