Chapter 6
Calvin the spy, the world's most debonair agent, has been on the warpath against..................Uuuugh........
The light burned into Calvin's slowly opening eyes. Before, in his mind, there had been nothing but a hazy black. As he awoke, however, the light seemed almost harsh, thought he could not understand why.
"Hmm...?" A distant female voice echoed into his ears. "....Oh!........Sir.........awake!"
"Right......"
There was a lifting sensation, as well as one of movement. Calvin's vision slowly came into focus; the next thing he knew, he was on something soft.
"No." A large hand went on his shoulder. "Steady. The dose will wear off on its own; don't rush yourself or you'll get a headache."
"Buhhh..?"
"I drugged you." Calvin's head registered what the voice, one with a deep male tone, was saying, but only slowly and sluggishly did Calvin react. "Steady; I'll explain. For now, let the drug wear off."
Calvin could only nod in agreement. He was wary of what was going on, as the recent experience with Callous had made him less trusting of the adults he figured he would have to cross. At least that would have been the case with this new voice; there were two things that prevented a speedy escape. The first was that the voice Calvin was now hearing was far kinder than that of Callous'. The second was that he felt like a 700-pound snail, and as such couldn't move as it was.
"There....." The surroundings materialized around him; he was inside a whitewashed office. "He's coming out of it. As I told you, Hobbes, in this situation my word is my bond."
"Hoobbes...?"
Calvin's head bobbed around, slowly searching for the tiger. His eyes spotted him, but as his eyes were still out of focus, Hobbes came to look like a bright orange blob of fur.
"Will he be ok?"
"Of course. The drug I used is a simple compound.He'll only feel little groggy."
"Well, I still don't get why you had to drug us." Hobbes' voice sounded cross. "If you were our friend, why would you have to drug us?"
"I have my reasons."
"Why not tell us."
"I cannot. Not yet."
"So, why should we trust you?"
"Because." The voice lowered. "You and your human companion have no choice."
A huff came from Hobbes at this, and as Hobbes paced Calvin's head began to clear up at a faster pace. It was indeed an office; it had a large desk, a large computer screen that took up one side of the room, several chairs and a lot of window space. Sitting at the desk, looking back at Calvin, was a man.
Eh? Calvin blinked. Who's that?
The man Calvin was looking at could have been a complete opposite as the handsome but desperate and almost maniacal (at least in Calvin's eyes) Callous. This man was not so young-looking as Callous, nor was he as built, or as tall, or even as much of a presence. In fact, he was a thin old man that was almost going bald. But his eyes were not so hungry as Callous', and he seemed much more patient. Calvin almost trusted him on sight.
Almost.
"H-hobbes?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yes. Whatever he gave us is going away." Calvin moved his mouth around, finding that he could move it without feeling sluggish. "Huh! So you drugged us, buddy?"
"....Yes." The man's stare did not dinimish. "Yes, I drugged you."
"....Um..." Calvin gave the man another look. "....Mind if you not stare at me?"
"Of course." To Calvin's surprise, the man turned away. "Not at all."
"Thanks!" With that, Calvin jumped off the couch, he had been on, as it was a couch, and staggered around a bit. "Well, I don't know why you did it, but I don't think I've slept better!"
There was a silence at this. It was not an angry silence, nor was it really that awkward. It was more of a contemplating silence.
"Eheh......" Calvin looked at Hobbes sheepishly. "Well, buddy, I guess we owe you that much. But, you know, someone like me, I'm busy, you know? And my friend here-"
"Is not going anywhere."
"Eh?" Calvin's head whipped around. "Says who?"
"Says me."
"Well....." Calvin thumped his chest. "I'll have you know that the last time someone told me that, I found a vent and escaped riht through it!"
"EXCUSE me?" Calvin suddenly felt the stare, or rather the glare, of Hobbes on him. "Who found that vent?"
"I know what you and the Porcelain Tiger did." The voice was calm, like Callous's, thought it lacked the menace and foreboding that would have given Hobbes the urge to stab him. "I saw what happened. But regardless, you will not leave this room."
"Oh yeah?" At this, Calvin gave a growl. "Why not?"
"Because if you take one step outside," The man turned towards the window. "Hobbes will die."
There was something in the man's voice that caused a shiver to run down Calvin's side. Even thought he was still angry at Hobbes for keeping his spy secret from him, Calvin suddenly felt a twinge of fear for the tiger. Even odder still was the fact that the man's voice almost implied that, unlike Callous, Hobbes wasn't going to die because of him.
"That...." The man hesitated. "That, and this door locks from the outside."
"...What? In danger?" Calvin looked at Hobbes. "Did he tell you this?"
"No," Hobbes looked at the man. "But he did call me Porcelain Tiger just like Callous did. Though, he seems to get that my name is Hobbes too, and he gave me a can of tuna to eat while you were unconscious."
"....Bleh." Calvin covered his nose. "I guess that explains something...."
"You cannot leave." The man stood up. "I'm sorry, but you are still in the gravest of dangers. And, I have still not heard from the S.W.A.T.s who are missing."
"S.W.A.T.s?" Hobbes' mouth dropped open. "For me?"
"Yes."
"Wha? Government people helping Hobbes? After they tried to.......I don't get it." Calvin rubbed his head. "What's going on? And what do you mean Hobbes is in danger? I thought we were out of there scotch free after we got out of that place!"
"Indeed." Hobbes crossed his arms. "And I'd also like to know how you learned to acknowledge me as Calvin does when most others cannot...as well as this whole 'Porcelain Tiger' mess that concerns me. Otherwise this tiger will only speak to a lawyer, thank you very much."
"I'm a lawyer." Calvin looked at Hobbes. "I speak for clients all the time."
"I'm not talking about going against your mother."
"……Say….." Calvin looked around. "I wonder…..I know this is totally off subject, but do you think that mom has even noticed we're gone?"
"That's the least of our problems-"
"You want an explanation?"
The man turned towards the window, his eyes scanning the sunset horizon of the sprawling city as he did. In his eyes, Hobbes noticed, was a look of pity, even fear.
"All right," the man turned back around. "I'll explain."
With that, the man got up and took his chair to the corner of the room. Getting up onto it he switched off a device that was on the ceiling, one that looked like a tiny spider.
"Heheh…." Calvin pointed and began to whisper. "I say we knock the chair out from under him."
"What would that accomplish?" Hobbes looked at Clavin. "Then he'd want to kill us."
"Oh," The two jumped as the man sat next to him. "But any longing I may develop to kill you pales in comparison to that of Mr. Callous'. He's been wanting to get rid of you, at least if you didn't work anymore, for years, Porce…..Hobbes."
"……Porcelain Tiger?" Hobbes crimped an eye. "You know, I'd like to know why they keep calling me 'Porcelain Tiger' and why they kept probing me, mister…and why they want to kill me now. Granted, I've been getting lots of wierd visions, and that memory thing Callous put me through did some stuff and put some stuff in me..."
Hobbes' voice kind of trailed off at this. He looked up with an annoyed look and scratched his head.
"Let me guess." His voice had some sarcasm in it. "I really am the Porcelain Tiger they're going after, and I've been too busy babysitting Calvin to notice, right?"
"Hey! I resent that!"
"And if this is so, I somehow don't remember much of my life as that, mister...?"
"Periwinkle." The man looked at Hobbes. "Agent Red Periwinkle, FBI."
"Red Periwinkle?" Calvin started to laugh. "What a stupid name!"
"Thank you. It's not my real name anyhow, and I'd rather you not know it." The man cleared his throat. "Hobbes, the reason why Callous calls you 'Porcelain Tiger' is because...yes, you have figured it out. That is precisely who you are - you are CIA Operative 4638-1631-00, Codename: Porcelain Tiger. You were only two days old when you were taken from your habitat in Siberia and brought to Washington back in the early 80s. You are the product of a highly specialized, top-secret operation to create the perfect soldier, and you are the perfect soldier. You have the ability to shoot, to fight, to be better than any human. So flawless are you, that if you were told to stand on the top floor of this building and told to shoot out an office window out of the Empire State Building, you'd put all of the armies in the world to utter shame. You would execute it with a margin of error unobtainable even by a high-powered telescope."
"…..Wow……" Hobbes' eyes widened. "I…..can really do that? I mean, the pouncing I figured out, and the running, and the intelligence I possess, I always knew I was of superior stock...."
"Huh." Calvin's eyes were widened as well. "I guess it gives new meaning to your mandibles of death…..which, I remind you, are your teeth, smarty..."
"Yeah, yeah, keep rubbing that in…." Hobbes flexed his muscles. "Though...for a superior being, I must be out of shape, because I'm a bit scrawny."
"That's how you were engineered, Hobbes," Periwinkle replied. "Officially, your sole mission was to assassinate heads of state who threatened the US."
"Assasinate heads of state?" Calvin yawned. "Isn't that a bit illegal here? Not that it wouldn't be fun to do..."
"Well...you know the saying: 'I make the laws, so I can break them'." Periwinkle's hand went through his hair. "Anyways, your outward appearance as an innocent stuffed tiger - an intended physical manipulation of a person's perceived reality - was one of your greatest fail-safes, which is why you look like you do. Only those who knew that you existed as a truly conscious entity could in turn see you as you are, and they are few and far between." Periwinkle stood up. "You were to be disguised as a gift of friendship to the daughter of one of Brezhnev's Parliament leaders, and when you got in close enough, would blow up Brezhnev's residence with no suspicion on your part in the aftermath."
"WHAT?!?!" Calvin jumped up. "YOU WERE GOING TO BLOW UP A GIRL?!?"
"What?! No!!" Hobbes protested. "I wouldn't blow people up! I, uh, tear them to pieces with m-my mandibles of death! Or, I would-"
"Geez!" Calvin started to back away from the tiger. "I mean, I know I'd like to see slimy girls get theirs, but…..I mean, what were you planning to do to ME when I wasn't looking?!"
"NOTHING!"
"Exactly." The two turned back to Periwinkle. "Because that was only your official mission. The one that Callous told the president, and everyone in the predient's circle. Ask anyone about B.A.D., however, and you get another story from those in the know."
"…B.A.D.?" Calvin looked confused. "…..That spells 'bad'."
"…..Well……yes…." Periwinkle's shoulders slumped. "It is also an acronym, initials."
"…..Hang on a minute…" Hobbes scratched his head. "That Callous guy mentioned it, remember? And when he mentioned it, I thought it sounded familiar. And those computers had the name on them, and those looked familiar too…"
"It should look familiar to you. They trained you." The agent went to his desk. "B.A.D. stands for 'Biochemical Agents Division'. It was - is - a top-secret shadow department of the CIA run by Arthur Callous. One of its sole purposes is to research harmful diseases in order to make them efficient weapons of destruction, as well as creating an effective borderline-terrorist cell in alliance with other countries. Few know it is there; not even the president knows of its existence……"
"Really?"
"….Because BAD'S highest goal is to depose the president."
"I don't care what it takes!" Callous turned to the figure. "Take Porcelain Tiger back to the lab. I want him to be retrofitted properly."
"But sir…!"
From the door, the little tiger cub watched silently, hidden, as the stooped old man trembled violently.
"How….how can you do such a thing?" The old man cried. "This…..this is treason! I will not alter my creation so that you may have him carry ten gallons of mustard gas in his limbs! And to give him to a little girl here…to the president!"
"I don't think you heard me correctly, Dr. Benton." The tiger gasped as Callous took out a gun and pointed it at the old man. "First off, I am the boss of this project, so you will take my orders and you will follow them. I was lenient with letting you teach him the silly stuff - the languages and the books and that - he will need that for his later missions. But now, you WILL do as I say, to the letter!"
"You'd kill your own countrymen…!"
"There will be casualties in my war." Callous' calm voice unnerved the cub as he slowly backed away in fear. "Once it is order, the people will see how necessary it was; the only way to cause change to give order to the people now is to instill the seeds of chaos. Now, doctor, do as you're told…..or else."
"…..Mustard gas!"
"Hobbes!"
Calvin's question was met only with Hobbes grabbing his head, his eyes wide with terror. His body seemed to tremble a bit as he walked over and crumpled onto the couch.
"Hobbes?"
"Why….." Hobbes' voice squeaked. "I…..I remember now!"
"What?"
"All that stuff….." Hobbes shut his eyes. "And all those bright lights they used to shine on me……and all the stuff they made me do……and……and Callous………and…..Dr. Benton!"
"I cannot stand for this." The tiger cub sat in the chair and watched as the old man shoved papers into a satchel. "He has gone too far. He's gone mad!"
"What are you doing, Dr. Benton?"
"I'm going," The blunt answer surprised the cub. "I'm going to put an end to this. First they take you from your family, then, they mutilate you and turn you into some…..killer!"
"Killer?"
The cub's voice was shocked; the cub was shocked. As far as he knew, he was like any other person; everyone spoke at least four languages and could shoot a pea-sized target from 5,000 feet. Everyone knew how to slouch and crouch and use their pinky to break someone's upper vertebrae. Everyone knew how to assemble an automatic German sniper rifle in less the five seconds, because he could do all of that.
Now, however, he began to understand, as the man he always saw as his father spoke once more.
"…..Dr. Benton….?"
"…Hobbes. My poor boy…." The old man put a sad, yet firm, hand on the cub's shoulder. "Yes, its time you knew the truth about what they have tried to make you. You are nothing more to them than an experiment, a freak of nature. You are the only one of your kind, and they want to use you as if you were a mindless, heartless killer. They want you to kill people!"
"K-kill?!"
The cub began to shake. He had heard the word before. It meant to hurt people until they were dead. He didn't think that anyone would want him to do it.
"But….but Dr. Benton…." The cub began to shake. "I don't want to kill anyone!"
"I know you don't," Dr. Benton held the cub close. "And that's where that evil man made a mistake. He never thought you'd gain a conscience. Yet here you are, and you don't want to kill anyone. Why, if he ever thought that you would develop free will…..he'd kill you on the spot."
"Kill me?!" Hobbes began to shake. "What….what do I do? I don't want to kill anyone, and I don't want to die!"
"There is only one thing we can do, my dear Hobbes." The doctor finished packing. "We must run, we must get out of here!"
"Get out? But how will I get out?" Hobbes looked down at himself. "They put those bugs on me so they can find me!"
"You can do it!" Benton rubbed Hobbes' head. "You are the Porcelain Tiger, the perfect soldier. You can escape this; you are better than they are. You are better because you have the power to kill millions……but I know that you would never do it!"
"I remember now….." Hobbes opened his eyes again. "Dr. Benton was the man who helped to create me. He taught me almost everything I knew. And when he escaped…..I escaped too." Hobbes' shoulders rolled; he was into his tale. "I completely destroyed the defenses, got rid of the tracking bugs and barely got a scratch from the tanks. But as I was swimming down the Potomac, I think I must have slammed into a bank or something…..it's a bit hazy, but the next thing I remember I was at a flea market somewhere…."
"…And that's the last place Callous could track you down to," Periwinkle finished the story. "And here you are, six years later. Callous has found you, and-"
A sudden beep came from the desk. Instantly, Periwinkle's head whipped towards the desk, and his face darkened.
"Get under the desk."
There was something in Periwinkle's voice that almost commanded obedience, even though it was not in a commanding tone. Instantly, Calvin and Hobbes were underneath the desk, watching the screen flicker.
"Hmm...." Calvin stared. "Maybe we're watching a movie?"
"I don't think so."
"Why do you say that?!"
"No popcorn."
"....Oh." Calvin's shoulders slumped. "That is a good reason...."
The screen showed snow momentarily before flickering again. This time, however, a shadowed head came on.
"Greetings....."
Calvin and Hobbes gasped at the sound of the voice. Then, the shadowed blackness on the screen disappeared, and Callous' head came into vision, a look of contempt on his face.
"On this lovely afternoon, Agent Periwinkle."
"Callous..!" Hobbes whispered. "How...?"
"That dirty traitor!" Calvin hissed. "I bet-"
"Good afternoon." There was a hint of mutual feelings in Periwinkle's voice. "It's not often I get to talk to a traitor on my private communiation screen. How did you get into this connection?"
"Well, Agent Periwinkle...." Callous' voice was almost drunk with laughter. "Thats none of your damn business. And you can't compel me to tell either; let's just say I have my ways with getting around things."
"I figured as much."
"Indeed. Oh, and speaking of which, you picked a lovely day for you to come and try to pin crimes on me again by assaulting private property without a warrant. So, how is the man who will be fired from the FBI doing?"
"Don't be so confident, sir. I've had the permissions to collect information on you for years." Periwinkle gave a growl. "I have eyes fixed on your every activity, and we have Porcelain Tiger. You're practically finished and you know it; so much for your ability to hang onto a valuable item."
"You and your turf war." A sigh came from the other end of the communicator. "You know that they don't end well. They always come to nothing in the end. And in the meantime, families are broken and people are left dead. Why do you want that on your conscience, agent?"
"Because unlike you," Periwinkle gave a growl. "I have a conscience."
"Huh." Another chuckle came from the other side. "Well then, let us test your ability to grasp your own conception of mortality. Watch and observe."
The monitor flickered on and off momentarily, before finally turning on a definite image. It was hazy at first, but it then shifted violently, showing the blacks, whites and blues of a small, enclosed room.
"A satellite feed," Under the desk, Hobbes whispered to Calvin. "Less techy than the digital one that jerk is feeding of himself."
"I know!" Calvin gave a growl. "I'm not stupid. Spaceman Spiff knows the difference."
"I bet you wouldn't if it hadn't been in that dumb midnight movie we watched....what was it again?" Hobbes scratched his head. "'Agent Pussy Willow and the Titilati'-"
"Shh!" Calvin quickly glared at Hobbes. "You promised you wouldn't mention that movie ever again!"
Slowly, the hazy picture came into focus, and Periwinkle had to stifle a shout with his mouth. The four agents that had been captured were chained to a stone wall in rusted iron, and had gags in their mouths. The irons were cut into their hands and feet, as so to draw as much blood as possible. All four were stripped down to their undergarments, and were wearing potato sacks in replacement of their SWAT uniforms. One was female, two were African American, one was a white male. All of them had a look of uncertainty in their eyes.
"You wouldn't....!"
"WOAH!" Calvin started to crawl to get a better look. "That's so bondage-like! Like in that one movie we wa-"
"Calvin!" Hobbes yanked him under. "No!"
"What?!" Calvin glared. "I just wanted to see if they were really bleeding!"
"The four here are guests courtesy of BAD.....at the moment." There was almost a hint of evil in the man's smile. "However, at 2039 tonight, all four of them will be given a lethal dose of formadinex - a daughter poison of formaldihide and saline. A simple agent to create, one whose ingredients can be made with store-bought products. Acetone works almost as well."
"And what do you expect to accomplish by killing my men?" Periwinkle growled. "I could take you down with anything you transmit."
"I suspected that you would be recording this." The picture of the four captives bore into Hobbes. "Of course, the presence of my voice in this transmission is a one-time deal. You see, I researched an excellent technology with Verizon that can mask my voice with the voice identification print of any man I choose. As effective as using your voice would be, alas I am unable to reciprocate the effects of this to switch our voice patterns. Perhaps one day. But for now, the voice of Osama bin Laden will have to do. So, when the evidence is turned over to the police, there will be no indication - not even a hint - that I am a part of anything."
"Damn you...."
"You have very little that you can do, Periwinkle." The voice droned on, filling Hobbes with an anger towards the monster that possessed it. "If you persist in your inane and pointless battle to crucify me with untruths, you stand to lose your men to the real enemy. I'm just a peon in comparison to who else is involved. There is one thing that you can do, however."
With that, the screen flickered, and Callous' face returned. It was obvious that he was enjoying every minute of his actions.
"You will return to BAD headquarters in an hour," Callous rubbed his nose. "And you will return the Porcelain Tiger to me - with the boy - where he will be taken care of properly."
"NO WAY!!" Calvin jumped up before Hobbes could stop him, revealing himself. "Not a chance, JERK!"
"Your men will be returned to you," Callous ignored the boy, "on the condition that they never speak of what has happened to them. You will not bring any back-up. You will not bring anyone that would give the information of this exchange to the outside world. You will only bring yourself, the Porcelain Tiger, and the boy. Are you writing this all down?"
"Are you afraid I'll forget?"
"You have drawn blanks in these instances. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen, would we?"
"Blaah!" Calvin stuck his tongue out at Callous. "Jerk! Stupid jerk!"
"Remember...." This time, Callous' teeth were clenched. "The boy and the tiger. One hour. Otherwise, you're problem will be far more than just me."
With that, the transmission abruptly ended. With that, Periwinkle looked over at Calvin, his eyes as hard as stone.
"That son of a bitch....."
Calvin's eyes widened, and instantly his hands went down. His tongue went promptly back into his mouth.
"Erm..."
"Well." Periwinkle's chuckle took the boy by surprise. "This is interesting."
"Huh?"
"I guess...." Periwinkle's face slowly twitched into a grin. "You and Mr. Callous had a problem with each other."
"Oh, no, not at all!" Calvin replied, his voice dripping with innocent sarcasm. "He just tried to kill me and erase my friend's memories, that's all. Nothing big, I just hate him."
"He seems to share mutual feelings." Periwinkle stroked his chin. "This could be used to our advantage..."
At this, Periwinkle went over to his desk. At this point, Hobbes was sitting at the desk, tapping his fingers.
"This is a comfy chair."
"Thank you, Hobbes." Periwinkle looked at the tiger for a moment. "Hobbes, there is a red button under the desk. Please press it."
"Um, ok...."
Hobbes pressed around, looking and feeling around. He finally found it, and upon pressing it a laptop shot out of the desk.
"Wow!" Calvin jumped down. "Its not that nanoputer thingamajig, is it?"
"No." Periwinkle quietly picked Hobbes up and put him on the floor. "This is a standard computer - with some secretive programs designed for deciphering use, of course."
With that, Periwinkle sat in the chair and began typing on the keyboard. With an annoyed look on his face, Hobbes peered up over the top of the desk and watched as several screens came on.
"Hmph." The recent transmission popped up on the screen, showing the face of a thin, bearded Arabic man. "Callous wasn't lying. He scrambled the transmission program and the interface."
"Hey, uhh..."
"Let's see." The agent's hand flew across the board. The screen went black, and green numbers flicked onto the screen. "I can't seem to get into the coded logarithm. He's got some kind of complex code in here....."
For a moment, Hobbes stared at the screen, his tail lashing in concentration. His beady eyes looked onto the monitor, scanning each and every symbol that popped up onto the screen.
"Come on!" Calvin picked his nose. "What's taking so long?"
Suddenly, an instinct kicked in, and the next thing Periwinkle knew, Hobbes' hand smashed in the enter button. Periwinkle gave a shout of surprise, but it was already too late.
"What the-"
The screen flickered on and off for a moment; then, suddenly, the thin Arabic man's face came back on, shifting violently.
"The......guests......... BAD.....at the moment." The voice, became Atrava's once more. "However, at 2039 tonight....."
"......Wow." Periwinkle stared at the face of Atrava in amazement. "You....really are a technological wizard, Hobbes."
"Not really." Hobbes slinked away from the desk. "You can solve anything by pressing the enter key. You can freeze the program because its a stupid program to begin with, just like a lot of Callous' other stuff."
"Is....that so?"
"Yeah." Hobbes gave a glance at Calvin. "Now, if we could only freeze certain other people...."
"Huh?" Calvin was hastily wiping the evidence of his nosedigging behind the couch. His voice was muffled as he struggled to get out. "What are you talking about, fleabag? Are you talking about me again?"
"Of course not." Hobbes looked up and bat his eyes. "Why would I be talking of you?"
"This is perfect." Periwinkle snapped the laptop down. "I can send this to the secretary of state and my boss through my secretary. They'll know all about Callous' newest plot within the hour. Even better for us," Periwinkle gave a grin. "It proves that Callous wants the Porcelain Tiger independently for his own purposes. He even mentioned the Biochemical Agents Division in connection with himself."
"So he self-incriminated himself?" Calvin crossed his arms. "Is he really that stupid to do?"
"Calvin," Periwinkle rubbed his hands together. "One thing you must understand is that Callous was always a desperate man. Ever since he started fancying himself to be the leader of the United States through his slippery ways, he was desperate to keep up the facade of a loyal citizen. Then, when other terrorist parties began to parley with him, it got even harder. And now, his desperation has finally played into our hands."
"So we get to arrest Callous?"
"Not quite." Suddenly, Periwinkle's expression sobered. "We still must think of my four men. As victorious as I want to be, I know how Callous works too well - even in desperation - to not expect him to truly be more under-handed than we've seen him to be."
"So...he'd really kill those agents." Calvin scratched his head. "But why would he be telling us? Is he stupid?"
"Psychological tactic." Hobbes went into a fighting stance. "He's trying to bluff us with his superior technology."
"You mean the technology that doesn't ever work?"
"Yeah."
"But we can use this to our advantage." Periwinkle bent down. "We're going to have to come up with a good plan, one that will stall Callous, one that can free my men...and all with just us three. Its a bit of a problem, but-"
"What?!" Suddenly, a twitch came to Calvin's mouth. "You're calling that a problem? Against Callous?!?"
A smile came on Calvin's face. It was one filled with a strange, deranged essence, one that could only come from an evil mind. At this, Hobbes began to twitch.
"I think....Calvin has a plan." Hobbes nervously looked at Periwinkle. "But I really think the question is whether or not was want to know what it is....?"
