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Chapter 8
"Rachel, are you sure this is where Max is?"
"Well, it's where he was going, I don't know if he's actually there."
"Gee, that's a big help."
"I'm doing the best I can here! Anyway, what makes you think Max isn't there?"
"Well, for one thing, the place is completely deserted."
"What?"
"No lights, no Dread minions, nothing."
"That can't be good. You should probably go in and have a look anyway, just in case."
"Well, duh," Kat shook her head as she cautiously made her way towards the complex. Even though Rachel was her superior, it was only by two years, and the younger agent despised being told what to do. At the moment, she was connected to N'Tek through an ear piece and small microphone clipped onto the collar of her N'Tek suit. Using a portable EMP device she disarmed the security systems and used a laser identical to Rachel's to cut a hole in the chain link fence separating her from the building. Once inside the perimeter, the agent crept towards the closest window, constantly looking over her shoulder, expecting to see Psycho jump out of the bushes. The first window she looked through gave her a view of an empty hallway, three closed doors on each side. Putting her ear to the window, she could hear nothing but the beating of her own heart in her ears. She stepped back and attempted to break the window with a flying kick, but it was made out of plexi-glass, and she just bounced right off, landing on her back in the dirt. She had known she would not be able to break through. She sighed and went to look through the next window, twenty feet away.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet now?"
"NO!"
"How bout now?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Are we there yet nooooow?"
"Damn it, Steel!"
"Are we there yet noooooow?"
"NO NO NO!"
"Are we there yet now??????????"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN WE GET OUT OF THIS TRUCK!"
Kat sighed and slumped against the wall. She had looked through sixteen windows, and had seen no signs of activity anywhere. The only things that revealed that the place had been inhabited at all were a caved- in soda machine and Max's crushed locater. "Well, what now, Rachel?"
"What, you're asking me for advice?" the British voice replied smugly.
"Rachel, I'm not in the mood right now. Are there any other known Dread bases? At all?"
"No, only this one, and we weren't even sure that this one was functional."
"That's great."
Rachel took her hands off the keyboard and was about to get up and go ask Berto his opinion of what she should to. Then the screen in front of the console flickered. "MAX?!" Rachel was stunned, this was too easy, why was she able to contact him all the sudden?
Max stopped in the middle of whatever he was saying and went silent, just as shocked to make contact as Rachel was. "You can hear me?" He sounded amazed.
"The biolink just turned on all the sudden. I guess wherever you are doesn't have strong insulation against the signal."
"That would make sense, I'm in a trunk."
Psycho's voice interrupted all of the sudden. "Who are you talking to, what are you doing?"
"Are we there yet?"
"You don't fool me, Steel!" Speaking into a radio next to him, the cyborg said "I'm pulling over. I'm having some... difficulties with the cargo."
"Figures," the voice replied coldly.
"I could control him if I didn't have to worry about 'damaging him'!"
"Use the EMP, you imbecile."
"But it effects me too," Psycho whined back.
"It gives you a little ache. Grow up, you Swiss army knife."
Mumbling angrily, the cyborg pulled the truck to stop the car and got out.
"Um, Rachel? I have a feeling the connections not going to be up for much longer."
"Max, where are you?"
"I don't know! In a truck, on a road somewhere! I can't see out the windows...aw, crap."
Psycho had just opened the doors in back of the truck. Max tried to bolt past his captor, but Psycho was ready for him, pulling the trigger on the EMP. Max groaned and promptly lost consciousness.
"Max! Max! Max, wake up!" her cries were met by dead silence.
Rachel switched back to Kat's frequency.
"Hey, where'd you go? I thought something happened."
"Sorry, I got in contact with Max for about ten seconds."
"Ten seconds?"
"We were interrupted by everyone's favorite cyborg."
"Psycho has him? That can't be good. Where is he?"
"In a truck."
"Well, that's specific," Kat said, rolling her eyes.
"That's all I got out of him, he didn't know where he was either."
"Well, he started out here. I saw his tracker inside one of the rooms, smashed of course."
"We seem to be at a dead end."
"Well then, you know what we have to do."
"Kat, he needs his rest!"
"Yeah, and Max needs his life."
"Ok, I'll be right back," Rachel said as she got up from the chair. Halfway down the hall, she met with Dr. Yevshenko, who was pushing a smug Berto in a wheelchair. "Berto?! What are you doing?" Rachel demanded.
"Unfortunately, our colleague here has a very good understanding of how things work. He wanted to come and help, being the most qualified in such a crisis as this. When I continuously refused to bring him, he started to hold his breath, making the alarms go off on his monitor. I kept thinking that one of my critical condition patients was dying." She glared at Berto.
Despite this, Berto had to grin. He had gotten what he wanted. He had to help Max. Besides, who knew how many ways Rachel could screw up his console. Rachel rolled her eyes. She understood how persistent Berto could be. After all, how many Fidos had he built?
"Thank you, I've got him now," she told Dr. Yevshenko.
"Berto, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning for those skin grafts," the doctor said, pulling a scalpel out of her coat pocket and cheerfully waving it at the technician.
Berto's skin turned several shades lighter as he eyed the gleaming tool in the doctor's hand before Rachel, chuckling, turned the chair around and wheeled him into the lab. Pushing the swivel chair out of the way, she positioned Berto in front of his beloved console. "Work," she commanded him.
Berto saluted. "Yes, sir!"
"You better watch out, or I'll get a scalpel of my own."
"Eep!" Berto squeaked as he reached over and started typing on the keyboard and periodically flipping switches. "Do you have anything on his location yet?"
Rachel sighed. "Well, the suspected Dread base was the real thing. Kat saw his transmitter inside, so we know Max was there at some point. Then, about three minutes ago, I made contact with him via biolink. He was in a truck, on a road somewhere. That's all he knew. Then Psycho disconnected the signal."
Berto looked up suddenly. "With what?"
"EMP." Rachel was surprised by the almost-happy look that came over Berto's face. "What's wrong with you? That's not a good thing! He's been zapped with EMPs at least twice in one night. Do you get how low on t-juice he must be?!"
"Rachel, calm down and think for a second. Max is in a truck. Psycho used an EMP on him. EMPs shut down all machinery in the blast radius. Psycho's not taking the truck anywhere soon."
"PSYCHO, YOU MORON!" Abigail was furious. Her grandfather had told her to meet him in no less than an hour, and though he wouldn't be angry with her, she hated to keep him waiting. At the moment, Psycho was the unfortunate target of her rage. "What the hell is the matter with you?!"
"You're the one who told me to use the stupid thing! It's not my fault!" Psycho defended himself.
"Let me see the EMP, Cheese-grater," Abigail said in a falsely sweet voice."
Psycho cautiously handed it to her.
"Ah, just as I thought...YOU PUT IT ON THE WRONG SETTING!!!"
"What?"
"YOU PUT THE EMP ON ITS HIGHEST SETTING, CAUSING IT TO TAKE OUT BOTH YOUR TRUCK AND MY LIMO! NOW WE HAVE TO WAIT TWENTY MINUTES FOR THE EFECT TO WEAR OFF BEFORE WE CAN EVEN THINK ABOUT CONTINUING ON!" With that, she hurled the device at the cyborg's head, hitting him in the face, which, Psycho was grateful, was not real. "Since I can see you are not competent enough to handle an EMP, use this instead," the woman tossed a shock stick to Psycho. A beeping sound came from behind both of them, and Abigail turned, surprised, to see it was coming from the metal piece attached to Max's wrist. Walking over to her adversary, she saw the reason for the beeping. The agent's supply of transphasic energy was extremely low. "Well, Microwave, maybe you won't have to use that shock stick after all. I don't think our friend will be awake for a while." She laughed and went to go wait in her limo.
Now for answering my feedback. This is probably incredibly annoying to some, but if you don't want to read it, don't read it. Bwhaha: Thank you for explaining the origins of "Bwhahahaha." Sigh. Even in the field of realistic laughing sounds, the Japanese are ahead of us Americans. How backwards we are, still using Haha in some comic books. Sigh. Kwhaha: Yes, I think 'Kwhahahahaha' is one of the strangest laughs I've heard. I am awed in your presence. Now that Julia456 has joined us in our writing frenzy, I think life might be starting to creep back into the website! Yay! Four stories going at the same time! Can I handle the excitement?
Chapter 8
"Rachel, are you sure this is where Max is?"
"Well, it's where he was going, I don't know if he's actually there."
"Gee, that's a big help."
"I'm doing the best I can here! Anyway, what makes you think Max isn't there?"
"Well, for one thing, the place is completely deserted."
"What?"
"No lights, no Dread minions, nothing."
"That can't be good. You should probably go in and have a look anyway, just in case."
"Well, duh," Kat shook her head as she cautiously made her way towards the complex. Even though Rachel was her superior, it was only by two years, and the younger agent despised being told what to do. At the moment, she was connected to N'Tek through an ear piece and small microphone clipped onto the collar of her N'Tek suit. Using a portable EMP device she disarmed the security systems and used a laser identical to Rachel's to cut a hole in the chain link fence separating her from the building. Once inside the perimeter, the agent crept towards the closest window, constantly looking over her shoulder, expecting to see Psycho jump out of the bushes. The first window she looked through gave her a view of an empty hallway, three closed doors on each side. Putting her ear to the window, she could hear nothing but the beating of her own heart in her ears. She stepped back and attempted to break the window with a flying kick, but it was made out of plexi-glass, and she just bounced right off, landing on her back in the dirt. She had known she would not be able to break through. She sighed and went to look through the next window, twenty feet away.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet now?"
"NO!"
"How bout now?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Are we there yet nooooow?"
"Damn it, Steel!"
"Are we there yet noooooow?"
"NO NO NO!"
"Are we there yet now??????????"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN WE GET OUT OF THIS TRUCK!"
Kat sighed and slumped against the wall. She had looked through sixteen windows, and had seen no signs of activity anywhere. The only things that revealed that the place had been inhabited at all were a caved- in soda machine and Max's crushed locater. "Well, what now, Rachel?"
"What, you're asking me for advice?" the British voice replied smugly.
"Rachel, I'm not in the mood right now. Are there any other known Dread bases? At all?"
"No, only this one, and we weren't even sure that this one was functional."
"That's great."
Rachel took her hands off the keyboard and was about to get up and go ask Berto his opinion of what she should to. Then the screen in front of the console flickered. "MAX?!" Rachel was stunned, this was too easy, why was she able to contact him all the sudden?
Max stopped in the middle of whatever he was saying and went silent, just as shocked to make contact as Rachel was. "You can hear me?" He sounded amazed.
"The biolink just turned on all the sudden. I guess wherever you are doesn't have strong insulation against the signal."
"That would make sense, I'm in a trunk."
Psycho's voice interrupted all of the sudden. "Who are you talking to, what are you doing?"
"Are we there yet?"
"You don't fool me, Steel!" Speaking into a radio next to him, the cyborg said "I'm pulling over. I'm having some... difficulties with the cargo."
"Figures," the voice replied coldly.
"I could control him if I didn't have to worry about 'damaging him'!"
"Use the EMP, you imbecile."
"But it effects me too," Psycho whined back.
"It gives you a little ache. Grow up, you Swiss army knife."
Mumbling angrily, the cyborg pulled the truck to stop the car and got out.
"Um, Rachel? I have a feeling the connections not going to be up for much longer."
"Max, where are you?"
"I don't know! In a truck, on a road somewhere! I can't see out the windows...aw, crap."
Psycho had just opened the doors in back of the truck. Max tried to bolt past his captor, but Psycho was ready for him, pulling the trigger on the EMP. Max groaned and promptly lost consciousness.
"Max! Max! Max, wake up!" her cries were met by dead silence.
Rachel switched back to Kat's frequency.
"Hey, where'd you go? I thought something happened."
"Sorry, I got in contact with Max for about ten seconds."
"Ten seconds?"
"We were interrupted by everyone's favorite cyborg."
"Psycho has him? That can't be good. Where is he?"
"In a truck."
"Well, that's specific," Kat said, rolling her eyes.
"That's all I got out of him, he didn't know where he was either."
"Well, he started out here. I saw his tracker inside one of the rooms, smashed of course."
"We seem to be at a dead end."
"Well then, you know what we have to do."
"Kat, he needs his rest!"
"Yeah, and Max needs his life."
"Ok, I'll be right back," Rachel said as she got up from the chair. Halfway down the hall, she met with Dr. Yevshenko, who was pushing a smug Berto in a wheelchair. "Berto?! What are you doing?" Rachel demanded.
"Unfortunately, our colleague here has a very good understanding of how things work. He wanted to come and help, being the most qualified in such a crisis as this. When I continuously refused to bring him, he started to hold his breath, making the alarms go off on his monitor. I kept thinking that one of my critical condition patients was dying." She glared at Berto.
Despite this, Berto had to grin. He had gotten what he wanted. He had to help Max. Besides, who knew how many ways Rachel could screw up his console. Rachel rolled her eyes. She understood how persistent Berto could be. After all, how many Fidos had he built?
"Thank you, I've got him now," she told Dr. Yevshenko.
"Berto, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning for those skin grafts," the doctor said, pulling a scalpel out of her coat pocket and cheerfully waving it at the technician.
Berto's skin turned several shades lighter as he eyed the gleaming tool in the doctor's hand before Rachel, chuckling, turned the chair around and wheeled him into the lab. Pushing the swivel chair out of the way, she positioned Berto in front of his beloved console. "Work," she commanded him.
Berto saluted. "Yes, sir!"
"You better watch out, or I'll get a scalpel of my own."
"Eep!" Berto squeaked as he reached over and started typing on the keyboard and periodically flipping switches. "Do you have anything on his location yet?"
Rachel sighed. "Well, the suspected Dread base was the real thing. Kat saw his transmitter inside, so we know Max was there at some point. Then, about three minutes ago, I made contact with him via biolink. He was in a truck, on a road somewhere. That's all he knew. Then Psycho disconnected the signal."
Berto looked up suddenly. "With what?"
"EMP." Rachel was surprised by the almost-happy look that came over Berto's face. "What's wrong with you? That's not a good thing! He's been zapped with EMPs at least twice in one night. Do you get how low on t-juice he must be?!"
"Rachel, calm down and think for a second. Max is in a truck. Psycho used an EMP on him. EMPs shut down all machinery in the blast radius. Psycho's not taking the truck anywhere soon."
"PSYCHO, YOU MORON!" Abigail was furious. Her grandfather had told her to meet him in no less than an hour, and though he wouldn't be angry with her, she hated to keep him waiting. At the moment, Psycho was the unfortunate target of her rage. "What the hell is the matter with you?!"
"You're the one who told me to use the stupid thing! It's not my fault!" Psycho defended himself.
"Let me see the EMP, Cheese-grater," Abigail said in a falsely sweet voice."
Psycho cautiously handed it to her.
"Ah, just as I thought...YOU PUT IT ON THE WRONG SETTING!!!"
"What?"
"YOU PUT THE EMP ON ITS HIGHEST SETTING, CAUSING IT TO TAKE OUT BOTH YOUR TRUCK AND MY LIMO! NOW WE HAVE TO WAIT TWENTY MINUTES FOR THE EFECT TO WEAR OFF BEFORE WE CAN EVEN THINK ABOUT CONTINUING ON!" With that, she hurled the device at the cyborg's head, hitting him in the face, which, Psycho was grateful, was not real. "Since I can see you are not competent enough to handle an EMP, use this instead," the woman tossed a shock stick to Psycho. A beeping sound came from behind both of them, and Abigail turned, surprised, to see it was coming from the metal piece attached to Max's wrist. Walking over to her adversary, she saw the reason for the beeping. The agent's supply of transphasic energy was extremely low. "Well, Microwave, maybe you won't have to use that shock stick after all. I don't think our friend will be awake for a while." She laughed and went to go wait in her limo.
Now for answering my feedback. This is probably incredibly annoying to some, but if you don't want to read it, don't read it. Bwhaha: Thank you for explaining the origins of "Bwhahahaha." Sigh. Even in the field of realistic laughing sounds, the Japanese are ahead of us Americans. How backwards we are, still using Haha in some comic books. Sigh. Kwhaha: Yes, I think 'Kwhahahahaha' is one of the strangest laughs I've heard. I am awed in your presence. Now that Julia456 has joined us in our writing frenzy, I think life might be starting to creep back into the website! Yay! Four stories going at the same time! Can I handle the excitement?