Hiezen: Hehehe… finally an update! Sorry to those who have been waiting…but like I said I did have a massive writer's block…so without further ado…oh! Wait one more thing…
Disclaimer: I don't own The Secret Saturdays, Jay Stephens does
Hiezen: now we can continue…also…this takes place right after the episodes "The Owlman Feeds at Midnight" and the "The Swarm At The Edge Of Space" other than that this takes place in no particular episode.
Quote of the chapter: "You always need an ejector seat."~ Stork of the Storm Hawks
o. Beware .o
I had just swapped the Dragon egg, when I heard a long whistling sound…the sound of an incoming ship…one that was crashing! Ahhhhhhhh…okay calm down…three options…
Option A) tell Miranda
It would take too long…so that was out of question
Option B) run around in circles?
No, Shuriken always said that was bad
Option C) hide someplace
Seems like a good idea, but where?
I looked around and found a steel-lined cupboard, luckily I fit in it. The cupboard was dark but I could hear everything that was going on outside. I heard Miranda.
"Naomi?! We need to get out! There's a-" Her voice was cut off by the sound of metal grating and scraping against metal. There were more scraping sounds. I felt a heat wave (maybe a rocket engine?) There was something else…the scuffling of a mouse. Then it was all quiet, too quiet. I kicked the door of the cupboard, but it was stuck. I kicked it again loosening it, but got suck again only leaving a small crack of light. I kicked the door once more this time it opened completely only it flew out and hit someone.
"Oww" a small nasally voice responded.
I slipped out of the cupboard. Only to be met by two figures. One was a small boy with blond hair; the other was a tall grown man. Both were wearing what seemed to be green trench coats, which I recognized immediately. The Greymen as my "father" Van Rook called them. 'They were annoying people, who never paid you the amount they said or kept their promises,' or so he said.
"Why are you glairing?" the boy asked in flat tone. I tried to think of a quick excuse.
"You destroyed my house!" I snapped at him.
"This couldn't be your house, I made sure, Francis where did we land?" the grown man kept on babbling and I lost interest and started looking for Miranda and Deadbolt (Miranda's robot.)
"You know you shouldn't lie," the blond boy named Francis whispered. I shrugged my shoulders, why would he care, after all dad said that his (by his I meant Francis's people) always lied.
"Lie about what?" I decided to play dumb.
"You don't live here," he said loud enough for the old man to hear.
"That's right you have a file," I saw that my eyes widen on the reflective surface of Francis's glasses. "That's right you still have a file."
"But-but, I thought-Shuriken deleted it?" I stuttered out.
"You mean that huge lizard of yours hacked in our system and deleted your file? I didn't peg him to be the technology type," the old man cracked a wry smile. The he stretched his hand towards me. "You can call me Agent Epsilon." I refused to take his hand.
"Yeah, Shuriken can do lots of stuff," I returned to my search for Miranda.
"She ran away upon seeing our ship's arrival," Francis responded to my fruitless searching.
"You mean crash landing," I giggled.
"So, I can't fly a ship, you couldn't either," he chuckled.
"I've ridden a dragon bareback," I smirked; I could tell he was trying to start a rivalry.
o. Nobody Home .o
"I don't even know if we can trust you!" Francis yelled at me. We were now aboard the ship that he and his father had crash-landed. The ship which had originally been somewhat shaped like the old spaceships seen on cartoons had been expanded to fit four people. It had also had its engine repaired so it could fly. The once smooth armor had been replaced by steel plates found scattered round Miranda's lab (or what had remained of it,) which made it look really bulky. Mr. Epsilon was now flying the ship.
"If it helps you, I don't think I can trust you," I countered back.
"She repaired our ship Francis, you should be thankful," somehow I felt there was a double meaning to his words.
"Yeah, yeah," he said dryly. We were now flying over what my father had described to me as V.V. Argost's home…now I knew why I was sitting next to the window. Oh, oh, no.
"Ahhhh!" he couldn't, they wouldn't. They did. The shot me out of the ship with an ejector seat. I landed on asphalt…then everything went black…
…
"Greetings and bien venue," I looked up to see Argost, I moaned in pain. My head hurt.
"Ummm, what am I doing here?" I tried to look innocent.
"You tell me little on," Munya just found you outside on the floor. He smiled, a creepy smile, one that makes you shiver. I shivered; this only made him smile wider.
"You are to protect me," he said slyly. As if he knew something I didn't.
"Why?"
"Your power little one, it was made to protect Kur from the other," he walked off. "Aren't you coming?"
"What other?" seriously Argost needed to finish his sentences.
"Zak, dear," we were now walking through a dark corridor lighted only by torches. To the side of the corridor there were bars like those used for jail cells, the inside of the cells was not visible. We walked into a large room; it was maybe five stories high. There was an arch the same as the surrounding room, on the arch there was two steel doors. I stared at it in awe.
"The doors are made of reinforced steel, it is strong enough to hold what is inside," he smiled at me again though this time he seemed to be encouraging me but for what I didn't know. I hesitated.
"What is in there?" my voice cracked. He led me in, it took Munya about ten minutes to open the door. I was surprised to see….
Hiezen: yup a real cliffy…I had fun writing this…thanks to my teacher who unbeknownst to him helped me get my groove back…also thanks to the following reviewers… no acout, TheMarySueMurderer, and anon, for reviwing..Specially anon you help me lots…oh and I won't fast-forward this…Oh and I'll probably put my thanks at the top next time…