Chapter 5: Party of death
Double-D sat on his bed, with an ice pack on his head.
"Ok, regular titanium won't work. Use material from Titan satellite to ease on the icing."
"Yes sir."
Double-D looked out his window, and saw people coming to Ed's house.
Sarah's birthday was today.
"June? Did I get an invitation to Sarah's party?"
"Yes, but you said you where to busy… rendering complete. Showing Armor model."
The computer showed the armor completely golden.
"Hmmm… how about some orange flames?"
"Yes, that will give you a low profile. Armor rendering complete."
It showed the suit, with golden arms, orange torso, golden legs and orange feet. He also hand an orange and golden helmet.
"Good. Paint it."
"Painting will take four hours."
"Don't wait up for me honey."
Double-D put on a black suit, and walked to the party.
He walked up to the door, and Jimmy opened it.
"Hello Double-D! Nice suit."
"You should see my other one."
He walked in as the music was playing, and everyone was dancing.
He walked up to Sarah.
"Hello Double-D!"
"Hello beautiful."
He kissed her on the lips, and she blushed.
"Wow where did that come from?"
"I thought you'd like it."
"I do."
She kissed him back.
With Nazz and Kevin, Kevin looked at Sarah and Double-D.
"Looks like Double-Dork found a date."
Nazz looked down.
"Yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"Well, you see, Double-D only had a small thing on his chest keeping him alive… but he's changed…"
"Yeah. He's actually cool."
Nazz slapped him on the head.
"You're an idiot."
Eddy and Ed smiled at Double-D.
"Sockhead's getting some action."
"Baby sister is in love."
Sarah smiled.
"I like this."
"Best birthday ever?"
"Yep."
Kevin walked up to Double-D.
"Hey dork, how about a soda?"
"Thanks."
He drank it.
"What flavor is this?"
"Lemon lime cherry."
"It good."
Double-D sat down.
"Hey, you feel ok?"
Kevin asked.
"Yeah… just… drowsy…"
He fell asleep.
He woke in a dark, dirty room, which looked like it hadn't seen the light of day in years.
"Why am I in Ed's room?"
He asked himself.
"You should have complied."
Said a voice.
"You would have killed me anyway."
Double-D shot back.
"Well we got the missiles…"
"How?"
"We have our ways… and our first target… is Peach Creek."
"You won't get away with it."
"And you'll stop us?"
"No… but my friend will."
Double-D ran home and locked him bedroom door.
"June! Is the armor ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Time to suit up."
The floor opened into sections.
Robotic arms came out, and put different pieces of the suit on Double-D.
When the suit was complete, he walked onto the strip, and flew off.
He flew up.
"June, find the highest concentration of missiles within forty miles!"
"Largest concentration is thirty miles north west of the Trailer Park."
"Full speed."
He shot off like a rocket.
He landed in a trailer park; there were guns all around.
They fired off at him but the bullets bounced off.
He walked into a trailer, and there were lots of weapons.
He blew it all up.
Double-D flew into the sky, and flew off to the next location.
But in a base, a few miles away, men saw him on radar.
"Sir, you should take a look at this."
The general walked up.
"One of ours?"
"No scheduled flight."
"Well, looks like we have a bogey."
Fighter jets launched off at Double-D.
"Sir, there are jet fighters aimed at you."
"Deploy smoke bombs!"
The smoke bombs launched, and the planes couldn't see.
"Next target is seven point three miles away."
"Fire now!"
He blew up the next missile base.
The smoke bombs cleared, and the jets fired at him.
"Swerve!"
He swerved left and right, trying to get away.
"Full flight speed!"
He went super sonic.
A missile launched, and was a few meters from him.
"Flares!"
The flares shot off, and the missile burst.
"I can't shake them! Wait! That's it!"
He shut off the jets, and he fell to the ground.
He lost them; they couldn't get him on radar.
"Good. Now they can't get us."
"Yes, but we are fifty three point twelve miles from base."
"And… we have to walk."
"No. we can run."
"Oh… super speed."
He ran home.
When he got home, he tried to take off the armor.
The door of his room opened; Sarah came in.
Silence…
"Let's be honest… Eddy's done way worse."
"…Are those bullet holes?"
In a dark room, the man got another message.
"Did you get the scans?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. One step closer… you shall be paid handsomely."
"Thank you sir."
"Oh! And Husain?"
"Yes?"
"Good by."
A gun shot.
"I share with no one."