John flew through the open air, looking below at the river. He reached the bank of the river and slowed down, to weave through the trees.
He arrived at his old place, putting a leg through the window he quickly called out to Orin:
"Hey."
"Hey, wanna hear something interesting?" Orin asked from the couch.
"Not really." John jokingly stated.
"I got a message from Cécile, she wants us to attend her groups meeting, they gona do some sort of prank or something."
"The chick?" John asked as he unclasped the top of his sneak suit, his new casual wear.
"Ya." Orin nodded in response
"When?" John asked, grabbing a can of ice tea from the mini fridge.
"20 minutes." Orin responded. Closing the electronic pad, he threw the paper like device onto a table then looked up at John who through a can over to him.
"And she tells us now?" John asked, opening the can.
"Well technically 4 hours ago but…." Orin started.
"And finally but not least where?" John asked.
"A study room!" Orin said, he and John immediately burst into laughter, only the most immature and failure of groups held meetings in study rooms.
"Ready?"
"Ya sure." Orin responded as he stood up, slowly brushing food particles of the black metal scales of his suit.
They left the room, changing the black scales to a dorm plaid.
The walk wasn't far, just up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. They slowly approached the door that had been mentioned in the message and set the suits to default black then proceeded to open the door.
"It's locked." Orin said as he tried to open the door again.
"Stupid." John stated as he took out 2 small, thin pieces of titanium, picking lock was annoying process. After about a minute he heard an almost inaudible click. John tapped Orin on the shoulder and they both activated the stealth systems of their suits. Orin slowly opened the door and walked in to see a bunch of uglys sitting around a table looking at something being projected onto a wall.
They hadn't been noticed; Orin put his hand on johns shoulder letting the suits systems carry their words.
"Have fun, I got my own prey." Orin said, his outline was highlighted with a red light, Johns suit could recognize a friendly suit. Orin pointed to Cécile, and slowly slinked off towards her. John, overhearing the majority of their plan slowly edged towards the white board where the plan was being projected. He glanced over to see Orin slowly edging towards Cécile. John slowed down even more as he got next to a board he grabbed a marker, no one seemed to notice.
From what he heard there plan involved sneaking books out 1 by 1, the plan seemed pointless and wouldn't even work anyway.
John looked over at Orin who was crouching behind Cécile, he gave John a thumb up, Orin new john was gona do something but not exactly what.
John slowly edged to where some sort of schematic was being projected on the white board, he slowly wrote:
YOUR PLAN SUCKS!
Write when he finished and puzzling expressions appeared on all the uglys faces Orin rotated Cecile's chair, pulled off his mask and kissed her.
Everyone in the room had a shocked expression on their face. John pulled of his hood and deactivated his stealth systems, two black-crimson intruders stood in the room.
"Who are you?" an ugly spoke up looking at the intruders.
"The people that you invited." John stated, leaning against the board and looking all of the uglys straight in the eye.
"Orin?" Cecile's muttered a shocked look on her face.
"Who else?" Orin responded, waving his hand in the light trail of the projector, black splotches appearing on the other side of the room.
"YOU BASTARD!" An Ugly yelled, standing up and jumping over the conference table, a pocket knife flashing in the dark. The ugly held the knife a couple of inches below johns ribs, an instant kill.
John recognized the ugly as one of them that he had stabbed the previous day, the uglys hand was trembling, it was clear that there was a internal battle between revenge and his conscious in the ugly.
"Stab me "John commanded looking at the ugly.
"SHUT UP!" the ugly responded, preparing to strike John,
"Don't do it, it was all a mix up yesterday." Cecile yelled at the ugly.
"No really do it." John said again, the ugly's hand trembled even more.
"Ya, stab the bastard!" Orin called to the Ugly, Orin was quickly reprimanded by Cecile with a minor kick.
Soon a chorus of stab him stab him arose from the group of uglys.
The ugly, his hand trembling more and more. The ugly finally gather the courage to stab John, he brought his hand back preparing to stab him and he finally shot it forward, but the result was unexpected. The knife shattered, the blade braking when it came into contact with the armored scales of the sneak suit a shocked expression came over the ugly who dropped the handle of the knife.
Both john and Orin burst into a bellowing laughter, it was soon joined in by Cecile and the rest of the uglys.
An ugly spoke up, someone that hadn't been their last night. "Sort of out of topic but what's wrong with the plan?"
"One where are you gona put the books?" John asked looking at the group.
"dorms." The ugly responded.
"That's stupid, two why the fuck are you doing this, there gona catch you pretty quickly. It's not even a cool trick." Orin added in, taking a chair and putting a arm around Cecile.
"Well do you have a plan" the ugly responded, switching his gaze quickly between John and Orin.
"As a matter of fact-"Orin started
"Yes" John continued.
"It is?" The ugly responded.
"First we break into as many dorms as we can and disable as many bungee jackets as we can, we also will need to seal the ground doors and ground level windows."
"Amazing plan" one of the uglys responded, but was quickly silenced by his curious comrades.
"Then we pull a fire alarm." Orin continued
"After that all the uglys will proceed to go to the roof and try to jump off the building, to escape the fire." John explained.
"You know if there actually is a fire that's mass murder." A random ugly cut in.
John quickly searched through his pockets of the sneak suit; he finely found what he was looking for, a small vial filled with a white gas.
"This is A-34, a potent knock out gas, a vial this big can put down a entire dorm." He passed the vial to an ugly sitting nearby.
"Another side effect of this is a burning sensation; it is usually described as being on fire." John continued. John went searching through all his pockets again but coming up empty he heard a high pitched whistle, and a small black device came flying from Orin.
"This is a holographic projector." John set down the device on the table; activating it a small flame appeared, hovering in mid air. One of the uglys reached over to wave her hand through it, as she did burn marks appeared on it, but disappeared as she withdrew.
"These projectors can cover an entire building." John finished, leaning back against the white board, the metal scales cruelly scraped against the board.
"What do you need?" one of the uglys asked, standing up to walk up to the board.
"All the men you can spare and a list of all the gear you got available." John responded to who he presumed was the leader.
The leader grabbed electronic pad and handed it over to John. Suddenly a coughing fit fell over john, blood and lung tissue fell out of his lungs, spilling on the perfect table and carpet. John began to collapse; he managed to catch himself on the table, more blood spilling out onto the wood. The uglys slowly backed off, everyone knew that the disease that john had become incredibly infective in the final stages of lung failure.
Orin quickly got up and started to run to aid his friend but something grabbed onto the thick scales of his sneak suit.
"What are you doing?" Cecile asked looking at Orin like he was insane.
"I had the shot." Orin responded, Cecile let go of him and he quickly rushed off. The shot he was talking about was the only know vaccine for the disease that infected John and so many others, the major drawback is that the vaccinated, had the symptoms of the disease in its worst state of degeneration for a month. Due to this it was voluntary.
Orin helped john stand up, he slung johns arm over his should and helped him to walked over to the wall and lean against it.
"Now if you don't mind I'm gona take my leave." John made a couple of steps towards the door but collapsed, the thick scales clashed with the floor, tearing it up. Blood continued to spew out of Johns crippled lungs.