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Yeah. I didn't think-
Oh shut up. I know what you were going to say. Sorry for the short chapter last time too. I guess I didn't really realize how short it actually was until now...
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**Ally's POV**
I still feel like there is something Chase isn't telling me. Like there is some huge other factor in why this will be so difficult. There was a lot of whispering during the planning phase, and most of the whisper conversations didn't involve me.
Today marks phase one of the plan, though, which is to sneak to someplace relatively near to the place where he is at, see what is going on there, what security there is, stuff like that.
Since Chase knows that his dad would probably recognize them, I have to do it.
"Okay, so you know the plan, right?" Chase asks for about the millionth time.
"Yes, I know the plan!" I insist.
"Well, just in case you forgot, I'll recap it again," Chase says, and I groan as he explains the whole thing again.
"So you take the DJI Phantom 2 2.4 gigahertz Quadcopter with a Remote Pilotless Plane with a Zenmuse H-4 3D Mount for a Go-Pro-"
"Why can't you ever just say 'the drone'?" Bree impatiently whines.
"Because, Bree, that is way too general," Chase answers. "But anyway, you take it, and you knock on the door, check for any cameras, booby traps, or anything security-related. When he answers, make sure to pay attention to which way he comes from. Look to see if he presses any buttons when he comes up to the door, and if he types a code into anything, at least try to remember it. Remembering any codes could be the difference between life and death. If you remember the code wrong, we could all be finished!"
Bree and I both look at him with horrified expressions.
"But no pressure," Chase finishes, smiling.
"Why can't you just do it? There's no way I'll remember a code if there's one," I protest.
"He will recognize me! And then what would we do?" Chase shouts.
"Fine," I give in. "But if I mess this up, it's your fault that we'll die,"
I drive up to the building. It is not what I expected at all. You would expect some kind of evil lair, based on what Chase told me. This was just an ordinary house in an ordinary neighborhood. I wonder what the neighbors would think if they knew what was going on in there.
I walk up to the door and look for cameras, like Chase had told me to. I spot one way up on the bottom of the roof's overhang, covered a little bit by a tree branch.
I ring the doorbell, and a strange-looking man with spiky hair comes from around the corner on the right, which was behind a set of stairs that went to the next floor.
Before opening the door, he types something into an alarm system that wasn't too far from the door. Here was the challenging part. It looked like he had typed "36845276257". I hope I'm right.
He looks up at me and glances at the box I have. He looks really excited. He opens the door.
"Hi, your drone is here!" I say happily, like a businesswoman.
"Yay! Now I can-" he starts, but cuts himself off. "I mean thanks."
Weird.
"Just sign here," I say in a professional tone, handing him a realistic clipboard.
"Oh, I don't have a pen on me! I left it in the-" he cuts himself off again and clears his throat. "Let me go get it."
He returns to the place where he came from. That gives me the chance to look around, or at least at what I can see from the doorway.
I familiarize myself with everything I can. He returns about ten minutes later, which is a long time just to get a pen.
"Sorry that took so long," he apologizes and signs the paper. "Well, see ya!"
He grabs the box, shoves the clipboard back at me, and quickly closes the door. I think I hear about a half of a second of a beep, but I'm not sure. He rushes over to the keypad and presses a single button before disappearing back where he came from.
Overall, I'd say that was pretty weird.
When I get back to the hotel, I tell Chase everything I remember.
"What was the code?" Chase asks.
"Well, I think it was something like '36845276257'" I answer.
"'36845276257'..." Chase muses for only a second before realizing it like it was obvious. "Douglas rocks on a phone keypad! I could've figured that out without you even telling me that!"
Bree and I just stare at him, and he shrugs and asks, "What?"
We both just shake our heads and forget about it.
That night, we went to the pool when everyone else came back to discuss phase two. So far, it was going pretty well.
March 23rd, 2000 - 3 years old
Austin woke up at the familiar hour of 6:30 AM. He walked the familiar route to the room he always trained in. He had too much maturity for his young age.
He familiarly changed into his training suit and familiarly sat and waited for Douglas to come. But then was something unfamiliar. There was a random cage in the training room. Yes, a cage. It was made of metal bars and was a dome shape. It sat in the corner in the room as if it had always been there.
Before Austin had the time to question it that much, another unfamiliar thing happened.
"Who are you?" a strange voice asked from behind Austin, and he nearly had a heart attack right there.
Austin whirled his head around and saw a young boy staring at him. He couldn't have been more than two.
"Who are you?" Austin asked the question back. But before he could get an answer, Douglas walked into the room. The boy ran over to him, keeping at his side. He would learn, Austin thought to himself.
"Morning, Dad!" the boy said, not the slightest bit afraid. He'll show him, Austin thought.
Douglas, however, had little reaction, and he just ignored the comment as he explained that day's training, most of which also involved the boy, who showed him up and got him in trouble.
.
After training was over, Austin decided to see who this boy was. He walked over to him when Douglas left.
"Who d'ya think ya are?" Austin asked angrily.
"I Marcus. And you're..." the boy, apparently named Marcus, answered.
"What? Marcus? I'm A2." Austin said, displeased with his father's favoritism.
"Umm... that a weird name," Marcus retorted with a confused look on his face.
Austin sighed and asked, "Why d'ya like Misser Davenport so much?"
"Huh?" Marcus replied, confused. "Oh, dad! He the strongest, bravest, most awesome person eva. Why d'ya call him Misser Davenport?"
"He don't lemme call 'im dad," Austin replied, now jealous of this 'Marcus'.
"Oh. Then you one a those people..." Marcus said, with the emphasis on 'those'. "I not apposed ta like ya... so... I gonna smash yer face in amorrow!" He said the last part with genuine anger, and then he stormed off.
Austin didn't like that kid.
Does anyone even read the end author's notes? Because I have been telling you this message:
*****I NEED FLASHBACK SUGGESTIONS!******
Hopefully anyone who doesn't read these at least saw that! I'm desperate!
Pff... I can think of... *starts to cry*
And that's why I can't ask him...
*dries tears and sniffs* What are you talking about? I wasn't crying!
Whatever. The random fact of the day is...
*drumroll*
The top six foods that make your fart are beans, corn, bell peppers, cauliflower, cabbage and milk!
*starts laughing like an idiot*
See you guys next chapter!