Disclaimer: Enter witty disclaimer comment here. I'm running out.
Writer's note: here's number two written over the weekend! yay for the fact I have no life over the weekend! woot! As requested here's the link for the pic, sorry that the other one doesn't work, hope this one does! http/ew2.lysator.liu.se/pic/fanq/l/w/lwhyte2/syndrome.jpg
Syndrome put the last important boxes into the vault, then closed and locked it. Buddy walked up behind him. He had been following Syndrome for a while now, having found nothing of interest to amuse himself with.
"How long have you been following me?" Syndrome called out, not turning around.
"Long enough. I was bored. You still sure you don't need help?" Buddy asked. The look he recieved from Syndrome told him if he asked again he most likely would never see hide nor hair of Syndrome ever again, untill he grew up into him.
"Fine! No need to go nuclear on me." Buddy said, looking at the door behind Syndrome. "What's in there?"
"Stuff." Syndrome said, leading Buddy down the hall. "Now what do you want to do? Everything that absolutely needed to be done is done, so you can have almost all my attention." Syndrome said, wondering how long this kid was actually going to stay.
"Almost?"
"When the next shipment arrives I need to go out and make sure they don't break anything." Syndrome explained.
"How about we go through some of these boxes? If everything important's been put away, then it shouldn't matter what I see from this point in." Buddy asked.
"Almost true. All the most important stuff has been put away, but that doesn't mean there isn't stuff in there that I still don't want you to see, at least not yet." Syndrome said, smiling. He had gotten that particular line from his uncle when he was not much older than the kid was now.
"What are we going to do then?" Buddy asked, getting bored. There was a ringing, and Syndrome rolled his eyes.
"Telephone central I swear..." He said as he took his cell phone out of his pocket. "What?"
"Okay, right."
"what?"
"You better cover them!"
"No! Don't you dare come here!"
"you WHAT! I'll be there in ten minutes!" Syndrome said, practically throwing his phone onto the nearby boxes while he ran out the door, Buddy hot on his heels.
"Where are you going?" He called.
"Idiots! That's what they are! Idiots!" Syndrome replied, obviously forgetting about Buddy.
"Can I come?"
"I have to fix something! Find something to do while I'm gone! But dont go into those boxes!" Syndrome shouted, looking back as he started to fly off into the sky. Buddy didn't know what to do, so he followed behind at a safe distance with his rocket boots.
Writer's note: Sorry! I know I promise longer chapters, but I loved the ending to this one, so I had to stop it here! Damn good lines!