Thomas tried to brighten the mood again with no result. As Van didn't take
his eyes away from the door that the boy had disappeared through and Fiona
sat staring into her Cola.
"What's up?" he asked them.
"That boy," Fiona finally answered.
"Why would Raven be after a boy?" asked Van.
"Don't worry about it, Raven was just being Raven!" he said. "When does he ever need a reason to kill someone? That boy probably just bumped into him."
"I dunno, I'm going ask him a few questions," said Van.
"I think you should wait, Van," said Thomas, taking Van be the arm." I think you should ask the corneal first."
"Well, by the time I find a phone box and ask him, that boy will be away."
"I don't really think it's that serious, so..."Thomas trailed.
"Well, I do. I don't think Raven would attack someone if it wasn't that important, that it's worth going to jail for," replied Van, pulling his arm away from Thomas." We work for the Guardian Force!"
"I agree with Van. Raven saw us and still didn't back down," Fiona added.
"Well, if it means that much to you, Miss Fiona ..." Thomas went slightly red.
Van started for the stairs with Fiona behind him and Thomas last. Nobody spoke until they reached the doorway. Van stopped and looked around at Fiona.
"I think you better do the talking, Fiona," he said.
"Why?"
"Well, children normally respond better to women than other men." Van shrugged.
"Oh, well OK, Van" she said, walking around in front of Van. She knocked on the door. "Erm ... What do I say?" she asked, turning to Van and Thomas.
"I don't know." Van shrugged again "Ask him to come out."
"Little boy?" Fiona knocked again "It's OK. We're here to help you." She leaned on the doorknob for a second and the door swung open, making her fall on the floor.
"Miss Fiona!" Thomas exclaimed, walking over to help her up.
"The boy!" Van yelled.
The boy glanced over to him as he jumped down from the window ledge onto the roof. Van jumped over Fiona and Thomas and stopped at the window. He grabbed the boy as he tried to run away and pulled the squirming child into the room.
"Hold it, hang on!" he said soothingly as he handed the boy over to Thomas and shut the window. "I just want to ask you a few questions, that's all."
"Let me go!" the boy squealed.
Thomas looked up at Van, who stood covering the door. He nodded and Thomas let the boy go. The boy folded his arms and sat on the bed saying nothing.
"What's your name?" Fiona said sitting next to him.
"Alexander," said the boy moodily.
"Don't speak to Miss Fiona like that!" Thomas yelled.
"Its OK, Thomas," Van muttered, walking away from the window and standing next to Thomas. He elbowed him.
"Why was that boy shooting at you?"
"I don't know." The boy turned his head away.
"You're very bad at lying you know that?" said Fiona jokingly.
"Fiona," Van muttered disapprovingly. "It's OK. We're here to protect you," he said, walking over to the boy and placing his hand on his shoulder. " You can tell us anything."
"How do I know if you're not lying?" said the boy slyly. Van sighed and took out a chain, which hung around his neck. It had the letters "GF" imprinted on it.
"This stands for the Guardian Force. Do you know what that is?"
"Who doesn't?"
"OK, then. Now, will you tell us?"
"You might have stolen it," said the boy getting up and moving to the other side of the room.
"Grr!" Van put his head in his hands and wiped his face with them. Everyone was silent for a while, not saying anything or making any noise.
"I'm going to inform the corneal about this and see what he thinks," said Thomas opening the door. "You stay here with Fiona."
"Nah, I'll come too, I need a breath of fresh air," said Van, with a long sigh he followed Thomas out the door.
"You OK with that, Fiona?"
"Yeah, sure. You go, Van."
Thomas and Van walked down the steps and out the front door silently. Van stopped outside the door and took a deep breath. Thomas walked on ahead towards his large, green, Di-Bison. He climbed up into the cockpit and put on a helmet that was wired into the main power system.
(Thomas is by nature an amazing technical engineer. He designs components for and understands the technology side of zoids. Out of this understanding, he developed a psuedo-organoid system called Beke. Installed on Thomas' DiBison it allows for him to have nearly all the functionality a true organoid system provides and possibly more.)
"Ok beke put Cornel Krouger on intercom"
A series of bleeping followed on to that. A large holographic screen appeared in front of Thomas.
"What seems to be the problem lieutenant?" came a voice. An older man appeared on the screen. He had thick brown, wavy, hair and a navy uniform. In the back ground behind him lots of people were either running around delivering messages or working on large LCD computers.
"Cornel Krouger sir!" Thomas saluted and explained their situation.
Van on the other hand, walked around dreamily kicking stones off the ground. He looked up to the window of the room where Fiona and Alexander sat.
"What's up?" he asked them.
"That boy," Fiona finally answered.
"Why would Raven be after a boy?" asked Van.
"Don't worry about it, Raven was just being Raven!" he said. "When does he ever need a reason to kill someone? That boy probably just bumped into him."
"I dunno, I'm going ask him a few questions," said Van.
"I think you should wait, Van," said Thomas, taking Van be the arm." I think you should ask the corneal first."
"Well, by the time I find a phone box and ask him, that boy will be away."
"I don't really think it's that serious, so..."Thomas trailed.
"Well, I do. I don't think Raven would attack someone if it wasn't that important, that it's worth going to jail for," replied Van, pulling his arm away from Thomas." We work for the Guardian Force!"
"I agree with Van. Raven saw us and still didn't back down," Fiona added.
"Well, if it means that much to you, Miss Fiona ..." Thomas went slightly red.
Van started for the stairs with Fiona behind him and Thomas last. Nobody spoke until they reached the doorway. Van stopped and looked around at Fiona.
"I think you better do the talking, Fiona," he said.
"Why?"
"Well, children normally respond better to women than other men." Van shrugged.
"Oh, well OK, Van" she said, walking around in front of Van. She knocked on the door. "Erm ... What do I say?" she asked, turning to Van and Thomas.
"I don't know." Van shrugged again "Ask him to come out."
"Little boy?" Fiona knocked again "It's OK. We're here to help you." She leaned on the doorknob for a second and the door swung open, making her fall on the floor.
"Miss Fiona!" Thomas exclaimed, walking over to help her up.
"The boy!" Van yelled.
The boy glanced over to him as he jumped down from the window ledge onto the roof. Van jumped over Fiona and Thomas and stopped at the window. He grabbed the boy as he tried to run away and pulled the squirming child into the room.
"Hold it, hang on!" he said soothingly as he handed the boy over to Thomas and shut the window. "I just want to ask you a few questions, that's all."
"Let me go!" the boy squealed.
Thomas looked up at Van, who stood covering the door. He nodded and Thomas let the boy go. The boy folded his arms and sat on the bed saying nothing.
"What's your name?" Fiona said sitting next to him.
"Alexander," said the boy moodily.
"Don't speak to Miss Fiona like that!" Thomas yelled.
"Its OK, Thomas," Van muttered, walking away from the window and standing next to Thomas. He elbowed him.
"Why was that boy shooting at you?"
"I don't know." The boy turned his head away.
"You're very bad at lying you know that?" said Fiona jokingly.
"Fiona," Van muttered disapprovingly. "It's OK. We're here to protect you," he said, walking over to the boy and placing his hand on his shoulder. " You can tell us anything."
"How do I know if you're not lying?" said the boy slyly. Van sighed and took out a chain, which hung around his neck. It had the letters "GF" imprinted on it.
"This stands for the Guardian Force. Do you know what that is?"
"Who doesn't?"
"OK, then. Now, will you tell us?"
"You might have stolen it," said the boy getting up and moving to the other side of the room.
"Grr!" Van put his head in his hands and wiped his face with them. Everyone was silent for a while, not saying anything or making any noise.
"I'm going to inform the corneal about this and see what he thinks," said Thomas opening the door. "You stay here with Fiona."
"Nah, I'll come too, I need a breath of fresh air," said Van, with a long sigh he followed Thomas out the door.
"You OK with that, Fiona?"
"Yeah, sure. You go, Van."
Thomas and Van walked down the steps and out the front door silently. Van stopped outside the door and took a deep breath. Thomas walked on ahead towards his large, green, Di-Bison. He climbed up into the cockpit and put on a helmet that was wired into the main power system.
(Thomas is by nature an amazing technical engineer. He designs components for and understands the technology side of zoids. Out of this understanding, he developed a psuedo-organoid system called Beke. Installed on Thomas' DiBison it allows for him to have nearly all the functionality a true organoid system provides and possibly more.)
"Ok beke put Cornel Krouger on intercom"
A series of bleeping followed on to that. A large holographic screen appeared in front of Thomas.
"What seems to be the problem lieutenant?" came a voice. An older man appeared on the screen. He had thick brown, wavy, hair and a navy uniform. In the back ground behind him lots of people were either running around delivering messages or working on large LCD computers.
"Cornel Krouger sir!" Thomas saluted and explained their situation.
Van on the other hand, walked around dreamily kicking stones off the ground. He looked up to the window of the room where Fiona and Alexander sat.