Hey Guys! Here's Chapter Nine!
The Rescue and The Artwork
TAG agents swarm the hallways, bumping into each other while searching for the escaped prisoner. Alex watches the Chaos from inside an air vent. One of Alex's goals is to get to the security room. He knows where the prison cells and the interrogation rooms are but he didn't have to time to check them all. He crawls quietly inside the air vents, deactivating the lasers and alarms along the way. It didn't take him very long to find the security room from the ventilation shaft.
Alex looks through the grate and finding no one, he hops down into the room and locks the door. Alex quickly scans the security screens and finds where everyone is being held, including Gary. Alex hesitates before pressing a button, releasing the doors of his friends' cells. Then Alex disappears back into the air vent to rescue Gary.
"You know...I don't think we've ever had to use Article 15 Section 4 since that day." Gary exclaims to no one particular. "And it certainly didn't take this long to clear agents!"
Gary had been sitting in the dark ever since the blackout that had happened a few minutes ago. Then Gary hears a loud bang.
"Gary?" A familiar voice asks.
"Yes? Who's there?" Gary answers, suspicious.
Gary feels something in his fins.
"Put this on." The voice exclaims, "they are night vision goggles. I found a pair of them back in the security office."
Gary puts them on and sees a penguin standing before him.
"Alex? What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!" He whispers, "I'm still being interrogated."
"Uh...yeah?" Alex remarks, "we've got to leave!"
Alex starts to go over to the vent.
"Alex as much as I'd like to leave...Article 15 Section4..."
"Gary, you're wrong! This place is not being run by the Elite Penguin Force."
"What?"
"You're in Tech Galactic Alliance headquarters."
"What? Really?...Fascinating."
"Uh...we really have to leave now!"
Alex starts to give Gary a boost into the air vent.
"Hold on a second, how do I know this is not some type of test?" Gary nods.
Loud banging is heard on the door.
"Open the door! There is no where to escape, agents!" yells a penguin from in the hall.
Alex quickly pushes Gary into the vent and then follows before the TAG agents open the door.
"Now do you believe me?" Alex cuts back.
I stare at the ID card in my hand. It says Mason Park public High School. The color of the card is a teal-ish green. I figure that's the school's colors. The name on the card is Katie White. There's a picture above the name, which I can only assume to be of Katie. As I sit in class, I start to search Katie's belongings.
"Katie, in what year was the Cuban Missile Crisis?" Asks Mr. Sandler, "Katie?"
It takes me a moment to realize that he's talking to me.
"What?" I exclaim, "uh...the Cuban missile crisis?...uh..."
I glance at the board but there's nothing on it.
"I...don't know" I answer.
Mr. Sandler sighs.
"I bet your stuff is more interesting than this class," he exclaims. "But please Katie, pay attention!"
Mr. Sandler turns and picks on another to answer the question. I put my hands on my face. Why do my cheeks feel warm? Am I...am I embarrassed? Finally class ends and next I have to find the art room. On the way there, I notice a teenage boy glancing at his own class schedule. Could he be one of the TAG agents from my group? The boy catches me staring and smiles. It feels eerily familiar but I shake that feeling away. It doesn't seem like it'd be possible for any of us to actually have transferred to the same area. At least I'm glad my place is somewhere where they speak English.
When I find the Art room, some kids are already working on their projects.
"Just pick up your work on the table and continue your project." The art teacher states.
I look at all the artwork and I notice that none of works are Katie's.
"Ah, Katie" Ms. Greene exclaims. "Is there a problem?"
"Um...I can't find my artwork," I answer.
"Don't you remember? You brought yours home to work on."
"Oh...yeah..."
"I guess you can work on another project for today."
I just nod and then find a blank piece of white paper and sit down at an open spot on the table. But as I stare at the paper, nothing comes to mind. Strange, I'm pretty artistic but right now...I can't find any inspiration. I turn to look around the classroom and then continue to stare at the paper for the rest of the period.
ESCAPEEEEEE! What's going to happen now? Where's Gary and Alex going? Will Sarah ever figure out what to draw?! Find out next week on November 6th! and Happy early Halloween guys for those of us in the US. I'm not really sure what other's country celebrate it this Saturday but...Happy Halloween!
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Rosa Blythe: Rookie can never tell the difference between rope and Twizzlers...especially when his stomach is growling!
TheEnderPickaxe: Titanium rope sounds interesting. Yeah those other penguins are from the real world.