A/N: Vicki and Teazer r u still reading this stuff or did you give up on me?. "I'm going to hunt you down and make u tell me".-lets out a girly scream{L.o.L}- y do u guys have 2 threaten me in order to get that website? I am going to gladly give it to all of you. I hope you {those that are still reading this} enjoy this chapter and the rest of the story....{b.t.w. there is a message about the link to that page at the end of this story}
Chapter 8
"The Search Continues"
"Look Mrs. I was wondering if you would enjoy eating lunch with me, right now! I mean I would love to hear more about what you think this generation is like," the MIB agent replied.
He didn't really want to, but someone needed to keep her occupied while the Safety Patrol investigated this situation a little bit further. They needed peace and quiet in order to get the job done.
If this teacher was in the room while they were attempting to do their work, the Safety Patrol would never get this case solved and wouldn't ever have any peace. The agent needed a break from this place and the kids anyhow.
It would be nice to go to dinner and hopefully relax. The agent knew that he would have to listen to this teacher go on and on about what she thought of this generation. However, as long as he was helping the Safety Patrol, he could put up with this teacher.
"You mean it? I mean, it's not too much trouble," she asked. The MIB agent shook his head.
Wayne and Ingrid looked astonished, until the MIB agent winked at them as he lead the teacher out the door. When the MIB and the teacher were gone, they sighed happily.
"Thank goodnes," Wayne said as the two of them went back to work. Now they would have peace and quiet, plus they could actually hear themselves think.
"We're going to owe that guy big time for this," Wayne said turning his flashlight on and shining it down the ventilation shaft. He found that the vent was very small. He didn't think the two of them could crawl through it.
There was a very good chance they would get stuck inside. They needed to find another to discover where Fillmore had ended up after crawling through the vent. It sure wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure!
Ingrid didn't know about this narrow ventilation shaft. They also could see how filthy the vent was. She wasn't about to go down the disgusting vent. They didn't know what was down there waiting for them.
She hoped Wayne wasn't going to suggest they go down the shaft. She shivered at the thought. There wasn't anything Wayne could say that would make her down there. Even if Fillmore was down there somewhere.
"Okay, we'd better get going," Wayne suddenly replied turning his flashlight off and standing up.
Ingrid got a grossed out expression in her eyes. "Uh, Wayne there's absolutely no way I'm going down there," Ingrid said.
Wayne held his hands up after she finished her sentence. "Don't worry we aren't going in there. There is no way we would find him that way," Wayne said.
Ingrid was relieved to hear that! But if they weren't going that way, what were they going to do?
Wayne motioned her to follow him, as if reading her thoughts at that moment. "Before we can do anything we need to figure out where the vent goes and where he'd most likely go," Wayne said as they walked out of detention.
They walked out into the hall, the smell of the stink bomb was still strong. Wayne and Ingrid covered their noses again with their shirts. They walked in a quick motion, wanting to get out of the halls as quickly as possible.
Wayne and Ingrid walked passed the crime scene, which they'd left about 20 minutes ago. They found that all the Safety Patrol had left. They couldn't have rapped everything up that quickly! What had happened to the rest of the crew?
"Where did everyone go," Ingrid asked stopping to look at the scene. The lockers were still roped off and it looked like the scene had just suddenly been abandoned.
They both knew the Safety Patrol never just left the crime scene so soon or so suddenly. What was going on around here anyway?
"Something must have happened to make everyone leave," Wayne replied walking on. Ingrid followed close behind. She found the crime scene to be eerie now that no one was around anymore.
"What do you think happened Wayne," Ingrid asked. She noticed how Wayne was silent a few minutes as he thought.
"Don't know. Maybe we'll find out ourselves," Wayne answered.
Ingrid wondered what Wayne meant by that!
"You'll see what we're going to do. Come on, we need to get going," Wayne said.
Meanwhile Fillmore crawled through the ventilation shaft at a quick pace. He couldn't believe how uncomplicated it was to get out of detention like that.
He knew the teacher in detention and how she was always reading her books. It was her weakness and it always had been. She hardly watched the kids in detention for long periods of time before going back to her book.
Most of the time she'd look up from her books from time to time, and then go back to her books. She was always so absorbed in her books to pay attention to what was going on around her. That's the reason it was so easy to get out of detention like he had.
He could hear some of the conversation from the detention room and concluded that the Safety Patrol was on it already. Fillmore knew he'd better move quicker or they would catch him before his plan could be put into action.
He absolutely wouldn't let anyone or anything ruin him from finishing his big plans! The Safety Patrol especially weren't going to get in his way!
He saw light ahead and a bunch of voices. Fillmore crawled towards the light and stopped before he got too close. He had no idea who was there or if they were his friends. Everyone in school probably knew about him by now and was freaked out.
If someone at school saw him, they would surely contact Folsom, Raycliff and the Safety Patrol Officers to come and get him. He needed to be extremely careful who saw him and where he went. The rest of the school couldn't be trusted, no on except the members of his gang however.
The members of his gang would never turn on him and could always be trusted. It looked like they were his only friends, since he'd turned back into the thug he'd once been. It seemed like they were the only people that actually understood what he was going through.
He suddenly leaned forward a little, trying to hear the conversation. Who was there what classroom was he at?
"Okay class. Now it's time for us to turn to page a-hundred-fifty-eight in our science workbooks. Today we're going to study the elements," a teacher said.
Everyone in the room moaned loudly as they took out their books and did as the teacher said. It was a well-known fact that most people hated Science class and they weren't very good at it.
Fillmore found himself at floor level. When he looked peeked around the room, he found a bunch of desks and a lot of feet on the ground. This wasn't the best classroom to make a run for it. He had to find a classroom that wasn't like this.
If he was going to make a clean get away, he needed to find a classroom that was empty, or find his gang. It was either one or the other. He sighed. He thought that this wouldn't be too difficult and he thought he knew where he was going.
He was either going to have to wait until the bell rang and everyone was out of the classroom, or he would have to turn around and try again. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to wait here because he most likely is found.
Like he'd said before, he needed to keep moving so no one would find him. He sighs.
"Okay class does anyone know what makes up an atom," The teacher asked turning around to the chalkboard. Fillmore was far enough from the front of the room that he could see the teacher's whole body.
Fillmore watched as the teacher drew a picture of an atom of the chalkboard. The teacher turned around and stared at the class. The entire class had become quiet. It seemed as though no one in the room knew the answer.
It was a total DUH answer anyway. These kids must be new at the science thing because everyone knew the answer to that question! At least, everyone that Fillmore knew anyway. If the kids didn't know that answer, they had a very lot of work in Science to do.
This must be a beginner's class because that was the easiest question that Fillmore had ever heard before. These kids better enjoy this easy class while they can, because as they went along it was going to get a whole lot tougher on them.
Fillmore turns around and heads back the way he came. It looked as if this was going to be more of a challenge than he thought. When he got a little further along, to the point where it was total darkness, he stopped, turned on his small flashlight and looked at the map.
Yep, he'd taken a wrong turn and needed to go the other way. He points his flashlight down the vent to find it was just a straight dark vent. He continued on for what was hours to him until finally he saw light again. He quickly crawled towards it.
He heard voices that were familiar to him, too familiar. When he got close enough, he found that he'd made it to Principal Folsom's office. Ingrid and Wayne were talking with her.
"What are you two doing here. You should be on the case looking for Fillmore and bringing him to me!" Principal Folsom screamed. She really seemed furious with the entire situation about now.
"We need a map of the ventilation shaft," Wayne said.
Principal Folsom and Vice Principal RayCliff exchanged glances. They wondered what on earth the Safety Patrol wanted with those kinds of blueprints.
"What do those blue prints have to do with this case?" RayCliff asked stepping closer to them. It sounded as if Folsom and RayCliff didn't like the idea or giving up those blueprints.
"That's how Fillmore escaped the detention room. If we want to find him, we need to know where he might go and be ready for him," Ingrid explained.
"Into the ventilation shaft?" Principal Folsom asked sounding surprised. It sounded as though she was out raged and surprised at the same time. "Are you absolutely sure that's the way Fillmore escaped? I mean what if he went out a window or something," Folsom asked.
Ingrid shook her head. "We know that he went into the ventilation shaft because of the clues we found behind. We found that the shaft's door was thrown nearby on the floor. Plus besides the front door, the vent was the only other way out of the room," Ingrid finished.
Principal Folsom looked at RayCliff. They seemed speechless. "How do you know that the cleaning people didn't come in and was working on the ventilation shaft?" RayCliff asked. He still didn't sound very convinced about all of this.
"Believe us Vice Principal RayCliff. Fillmore had to have gone down the vents!" Wayne said. Wayne leaned forward and slammed his hands on Principal Folsom's desk.
"Wayne, don't get excited we understand. We were just trying to make sure that was the only other way out of the room," RayCliff said.
Ingrid stood and slammed her hands on the desk too. "It has to be the only way. The guy that was outside the door didn't hear anything. Fillmore didn't go out the front way," Ingrid said.
"We don't have the blueprints you're looking for. You would have to ask the builder of X middle school for them," Principal Folsom said.
Wayne and Ingrid exchanged glances. "The builder? Isn't that impossible? I mean X Middle School is older than our parents! The builder would be dead by now, wouldn't they?" Wayne and Ingrid asked together.
RayCliff shook his head. "We don't mean the original builder of this school. We're talking about the person whom rebuilt our school and did a wonderful job," RayCliff answered.
The person who rebuilt their school? To tell the truth, they hadn't known that it was under contruction. None of the halls seemed to be being rebuilt at all! What was Principal and Vice Principal RayCliff talking about?
"He's is working on the design of our new Cafeteria and some of our halls, which are going to be under contruction during this years Summer Break," RayCliff said.
Principal Folsom took a very long sip from her cup on her desk. "You'll have to discuss this with him," she replied after finishing her drink. "I would be happy to call him in so you can have this conversation with him," she finished.
Wayne and Ingrid nodded. Whatever they had to do in order to find Fillmore and bring him in.
"What a minute, our school's going to be under contruction during the summer?" Wayne asked.
He thought the school was good the way it was and it shouldn't change. It seemed like this was happening pretty quickly! The school might be old but it still was in good shape. The floors and walls seem to be in terrific condition.
They were a heck of a lot better than the ones seen when the two of them were chasing Fillmore and the gang. Of course the school would never be allowed to get that bad because Principal Folsom.
Principal Folsom would surely fix the school before it got too out of hand. Folsom had always been known to handle things like that!
"The cafeteria's going to be larger and thel ibrary's going to be added on to. There are going to be a few little changes in the halls too," Principal Folsom replied.
She liked the idea of X expanding because it was a sign of the school changing for the good. I mean, the school had to keep up with the changing world. It was for future generations and it was going to be perfect!
"We're sure you'll be delighted with all the plans we have for the cafeteria and the library," Folsom replied sounding very delighted.
She and RayCliff seemed really excited about all these changes taking place.Folsom and RayCliff were acting as if they'd been waiting for this to happen for a very, very long time.
If Ingrid decided to go, she wouldn't even be able to enjoy the changes and the added on stuff to the school. She would probably be transferred before the summer break came. However if she was lucky, they would allow her to finish out the year before she was transferred.
Principal Folsom's small intercom on her desk came on. "Principal Folsom, Mr. Diamond to see you," the secretary said.
"Send him in," Principal Folsom said.
Maybe Mr. Diamond could put Ingrid Wayne's mind to rest.She and RayCliff didn't seem to be doing a very good job at calming these two down. Principal Folsom rested her head on top of her hands.
Mr. Diamond walked in seemed to take his time getting to Folsom's desk. He wore a very friendly smile as he stared at Folsom. He was dressed in a farely dirty shirt which was tucked under his overalls. Dirt was all over his face and hands.
"Good Afternoon Principal Folsom," Mr. Diamond said in a very happy voice. He talked in a deep voice.
"You seem to havve been busy," Prinicpal Folsom said.
Mr. Diamond got closer to Principal Folsom's desk. "Yes we've been working nonstop with the aditions to the library and the cafveteria," He replied.
Principal Folsom nodded after he finished and then added, "Yes but enough about that! Did you bring the blueprints I asked for?"
Mr. Diamond took another rolled up paper and set it down on Folsom's desk. "Here they are," he replies as he rolled it out for everyone to see. Mr. Diamond put paperweights at the ends of the blueprints the prings looked really complicated.
There had to be a place at X wehre Fillmore could go and not be caught. They needed to figure out where that was and go there. When they did, the only thing left to do was to wait on Fillmore to get there and then they would have him.
However the very first thing needed to be done was to learn and understand these blueprints.
"Mr. Diamond what could you tell us about the ventilation shaft of the school," Ingrid asked. There had to be some kind of information this guy could give them in order to assist them in finding Fillmore.
"Why exactly do you need these blueprints in the first place? I mean, what's so important?" Mr. Diamond asked.
"There is someone we are trying to find. We want to know where all the ventilation shafts lead to. That way we can find the places he would most likely hit next time," Wayne replied. ". . we also would be one step ahead of him this time and would be able to capture him,"
Mr. Diamond paused for a moment. "Is this person a criminal or something?" he asked.
Ingrid nodded. "In a way he is," she replied.
"If he is in the ventilation shafts I would expect that he would get lost. Like I said eariler, the vents are like mazes, a maze that no one's lived to complete" He replied.
Everyone in the room looked surprised by his comment. Folsom had a feeling he wasn't putting their minds at ease.
To Be Continued
A/N:Okay everyone here's a link to the page U wanted:
Http:tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/xmiddleschool/message/67