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86 stomped back to the park in a no better mood then when she had left. The burger place had bad service and

even worse burgers. She walked down the path washing her mouth out with some water. Ahead she spotted the 689

with his goofy grin. It looked like he had changed into some dry clothes. She walked up to the bench where he

was casually stretched out. He looked up at her and said with a yawn "I think I will forever smell of fish."

She responded with a disgusted snort. "Have a nice lunch?" he asked, sitting up. "No. Do you have anywhere

decent to eat around here?" She sat down with a plop next to him and took out her lunchbox. "Next lesson..."

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Two weeks had passed, and Numbuh Six Eighty Nine had learned much. They worked from Eight to Seven, with occasional

breaks, of course. It was Saturday, and the boy was lightly sleeping in his room. A loud buzzing suddenly came

from above him. He jumped about a foot in the air, now wide awake. A small round ball with wings was buzzing

above him. "Wake up, trainee! I have something to show you," the thing said. The boy sighed, and looked at the

clock. "Six thirty, Eighty Six?" "Is that a problem, trainee?" the thing shot back. "Yeah, it is. The sun is barely

up," he said, hiding back beneath the sheets. "I was up late last night working on this, Six Eighty Nine! Now meet

me in the main room in five minutes! THAT'S AN ORDER!" With that, the thing buzzed off. "Yes your majesty," he

mumbled and rolled out of bed. 'What does she have planned this time?'

She met him in the main room six minutes later. "You're late, trainee," she scowled. He shrugged. "What did you

wake me up so early for?" She smirked and popped her knuckles. "Follow me." She turned and marched up the stairs.

The boy followed, and squinted in the early morning light. "That," she pointed,"is your new training vehicle."

It was a simple craft made for space travel. It was an old van with wings and an extra level built on top of it.

"Some dolt had crashed it the other week, and I spent all last night fixing it up so it would run. YOU, trainee,

are going to show me how much you've learned." With that, she walked over, yanked open a door, and climbed in

the passenger's seat. "Wow... Hope I can do this," 689 said quietly. He walked around to the other side and

climbed in. When he glanced at the controls, his smile faded. "I-I haven't learned to pilot one of these..."

86 glared at him. "What have I been telling you all this week, trainee? Every craft is different. But they all have

the same principals. Remember??" He paused, and stared at the controls again. He smirked. "Yeah. I do." He buckled in

just in case, and pressed the button to start the engine. The craft lurched and was suddenly vertical, the two kids

facing upward toward the early morning sky. "Here goes nothing!" With that, they were on their way up. "Not bad for

your first liftoff. When I first did it, I had it in reverse and it took the team a day to dig it out of the ground."

She smiled at this memory but then frowned when she saw him looking at her. "KEEP YOUR EYES FORWARD TRAINEE!"

He looked back just as they were about to hit a satellite.

"It's one of the first rules of driving ANYTHING." She glared and sat back in her seat.

"You better engage gravity." "Oh, right, right..."

He looked back up from the dashboard and his expression turned to awe. "So this is space, huh?" The redhead turned back

to look at him. "Yeah. You get used to it." 689 shook his head. "If I wasn't driving, I'd love to turn off the gravity

and just- just float." It was silent for a few minutes. Eighty six sighed and pressed a button. "It was a good lift off, and

we have no where to go. You've done well. Auto-pilot will take over now." She jumped out of her seat to float above him.

"Wanna learnhow to fight off space aliens?"

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Both kids were breathing heavily an hour later. "I'm guessing you've met a lot of space aliens," the boy said, taking a sip of

water. Eighty six grinned and floated over to the dash board. 689 landed with a thump, and eighty six landed gracefully.

"Playtime's over. Time to go back. Breakfast time. Let's see if you can land this thing as well as take off." 689 rubbed

his elbow, nodded,and walked over. "I'll try-" She cut him off. "Don't try. Do it." He bit his lip and sat down. He had

never been that good at landings. He approached orbit, punched a button and flipped a few switches, and held the steering

wheel tightly. Eighty six noticed his white knuckles and said nothing. The earth was coming closer and closer, more features

becoming apparent. Fire was all around the aircraft. "Is this supposed to happen?" He said quickly, nodding at the fire.

"Yeah, stupid." The boy was starting to panic despite the clam girl next to him. "I-I can't do this!!" "WHAT?!"

The earth was coming very close now. "SLOW DOWN, TRAINEE! SLOW DOWN!" "I can't do this!!" The boy's mind was going

blank. What button? How do I slow down?! You could make out more things below. Frantically, Fanny slapped a button

and yanked a lever down. The aircraft gave a sickening lurch and a strange grinding noise. It slowed down considerably,

but they were still plummeting toward earth. Six Eighty Nine was now practically hyperventilating, and Eighty six was

just pale. They could now make out trees, and groups of houses. "689, we need to get out of here now! We can't slow

this thing down!" But the boy was just frozen to the chair. "COME ON, STUPID!! THIS IS NO TIME FOR THIS!!" He looked

up at her and slowly nodded, but now the earth was too close.

They hit the ground.

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