Chapter 8 – The Reunion
Miles succeeded in finding the inmates Waylon told him to assemble. In fact, he was about to give them a pep talk. "Gentlemen, we have a grave task to flawlessly deal with. If we fail, then who knows what utter chaos may ensue, but I foremostly trust your expertise. We can do this! Now let's go through the drill again: first, you will sneak into the wedding chapel and ignite the altar, Pyro. There is no wedding with no chapel, right? Than Dennis, you'll have to use the microphone to announce as Jeremy Blaire - and I will need you to muster all your talent up to sound as mean and irritating as possible – that due to the fire and the 'disappearance' of the priest, they have to cancel the wedding and declare the winner of the competition. Got it, everyone?" Miles asked. Pyro and Dennis looked him dead in the eye. "I'll take that as a yes. Okay now, will this paint palette keep you company, Father Martin? You have the whole room for yourself, don't be shy and paint some pretty things".
"Yes, my son" Father Martin answered gracefully while finishing a hopping rabbit with his fingers. "I want to cheer up the Walrider with my art. He is exceptionally upset today and I had no intention of offending him even more by pronouncing those two faithless men husband and wife and have them cut the cake."
Something inside Miles itched the same time as he heard screaming from the adjacent corridor. "THE CAKE, MILES, IT IS THE CAAAKE!" Waylon cried. "You hear me, Miles? We have to get the cake!"
Miles ran to the door and threw it open. "You were supposed to call me, genius!" he yelled. Waylon quickly sprung into the room. The inmates looked slightly perplexed, but Father Martin devoted himself to his work. "The phone lines are not operational, so I had to improvise. Never said I was good at that" Waylon panted and for a moment they silently embraced the bro feeling. "We are in great danger, Miles. I got picked by Gluskin and Blaire made Trager my escort. One of them is enough for me to flip my sh*t, not to have all three of them on our backs." Waylon said, deeply troubled, but continued.
"However, I have seen something that could be to our advantage. When I was looking for a phone to call you, I came across the gymnasium. You know what I have seen there? Tied up, in great numbers? …" Miles shook his head.
"Balloons. Big pink balloons. So they became the decoys in my plan. We're going to pop every single one of them at the same time and lure Gluskin there to check out the commotion. The cake is already in the canteen, near to the chapel, so we will have to make a run for it. By this bold step, we will have the chance to steal the cake and give it to the Walrider." Waylon proposed. Miles seemed a little bit confused. "Okay, Waylon, but how are we going to pop all those balloons? It will sure look idiotic if we try to do it one by one."
Waylon patted him on the shoulder. "I hope you are still interested in that gastro-blog, Miles."