I called Charlie.
"How's it going man?" he asked.
"Elizabeth is with a deprogrammer" I said.
"That's great!" He was happy.
"Buddy, could you reprise your role of Rick?"
"Sure!"
"Antha and Trixie are still at that house..." I began, wary about driving on the mountain.
"Sorry about that man! I was just thinking that maybe I should have sent them elsewhere" he told me apologetically.
"Don't worry about it" I assured him.
"So you want to tell those girls that it's safe to go back home?"
"Among other things, yeah." I replied. "We gotta make sure they don't suspect a thing. Brian and Morlock can't ever know that we had anything to do with Elizabeth's leaving."
"Right"
"I'll meet you at your office?" I suggested.
"Okay.."
Our conversation soon ended, so it was just me, the radio, and the road. I really hoped that Mr. Fullerton did his research before hiring the deprogrammer.
After a very long drive, I finally arrived at Cal Sci. Charlie waited for me at his office. His costume, glasses, wig, and cane were on his desk. Larry was with him.
"Charles told me that you had him pretend to be a blind pyschic. To say that least, I was quite surprised"
"Civilian investigation requires a different playbook" I explained.
"It would seem that way." the physicist remarked. He sat near Charlie's desk.
"So..uh what do you need me to tell Antha and Trixie?" my brother asked.
"We gotta plan this carefully" I warned him. "It's too soon for you to tell them it's safe again. They can't suspect a thing!"
"Right.." Charlie nodded seriously. Before we could talk more, he got a call on his cell phone. By listening to his end, I figured out that it was the team at the office. Apologizing deeply, he went to go see them, and I went to the house to check on the girls. To my surprise, I found no one, but there was a note on the coffee table. It read
"Don...thanks for everything. We've decided to hide out as well as we have been getting the heebie jeebies. Don't worry about us. Give Rick our Love!
XOXOXOX
Antha and Trixie"
I worried about them, but there wasn't much I could do. Maybe their hiding out is for the best. At least they are out of Morlock's influence, on the other hand, but they didn't seem like the kind of people, who could do well while on the run. Then, I realized something.
"They're not being around helps Elizabeth." If I find them, then they'd ask me about looking for her, or how she is doing. Morlock could even get suspicious! So I checked for messages.
"Hi! My Name is Ben I need you to find the bastard who hit my beamer! My number is (213)333-8979
With a groan, I wrote down the number, and called. After all, the rent wasn't gonna pay itself right?
The End.
A/n: Thank you for reading this story. It feels good to complete a fic I've started! Btw- I plan to write a sequel to Runaway pretty soon. Stay tuned!