Chapter 5
The three stooges quickly raced down the corridors to Cezar's lab, hoping the eccentric scientist was not testing some anti-gravity containment device, and opened the door to large lab.
"Cezar! We're having an emergency!" Rex slammed the door behind him.
The elder man hummed quietly, still using a welding wand, hunched over, working on a device. He didn't acknowledge the boys's entrance.
"Um, Cezar. Hermano? You can hear right?" Rex snapped his fingers by Cezar's ear.
The man whirled around with a grin, pulling off his safety goggles, "Hello little brother! What brings you here?" Cezar grinned.
"Just because i'm not physically here doesn't mean I don't exist!" Gabriel Rylander coughed into his hand in the glowing tube.
"Hi Rylander, we just got into some big trouble with Seven." Rex looked over his shoulder, expecting Seven to be standing there like a ninja.
"What kind of trouble?" Cezar raised his eyebrow curiously.
"Um, we were sorta snoop-" Rex began to be cut off by Rylander.
"It's rude to go through people's stuff. Especially a girl's. Out of curiosity, find anything?" Rylander scolded.
"We found a really cute-" Noah started.
Cezar laughed, "HAHA! When Rex was little he used to go through our parents room, looking at things you shouldn't. ¿Qué te pareció esta vez?"
"Her secret diary." The young brother replied.
"I believe the word here bro, is SCORE!" Cezar slung his arm around Rex's neck and pumped a fist.
"No Cezar, if she finds out that we read her diary she's probably kill each of us, different ways with a different knifes. And she can tell if your lying by testing your pulse." Rex whined.
"Ohh. So you want me to whip up a contraption to offset the signals that she can pick up reading if your lying or not, because of her enhanced senses she can feel and hear your heartbeat. I guess we could figure out the basic senses and offset them with something. Like electrical stimulation, or-"
"In English?! In English!?" Bobo yelled, confused.
"Don't worry give me ten minutes and I'll have the neural off-setter ready in no time." Rylander smiled to the boys rubbing his chin, speaking to Cezar about what the amount of electric neural trigger might negotiate.
Debriefing
The black haired teen looked up from her bored position, where she was silently doodling on the paper she was supposed to be taking notes on. Seven's thought's were interrupted by someone speaking her name.
"Agent Seven, are you aware of the things you must do to fill in for him." The White Knight threaded his hands together.
"Yes I'm very aware White. I know, I know, chew him out, explain the concepts and ideas, then report back to you. Follow protocol, and procedure. Good enough?" Seven confidently stared at the man on screen, filling her with irritation.
"Very well, Callan carry on." He nodded to the blonde man.
"Alright, we've had sufficient activity in the Philippines, and robberies all across the large banks in Singapore." Callan continued. Seven half sighed-half groaned and rested her head in her palm.
Cezar's Lab
"CEZAR! Interrogation's done in five minutes! And Seven will be looking for us!" Rex frantically paced.
"Si, mijo. I'm typically done with the disrupter, I love the finished product, lovely looking isn't it?" Cezar triumphantly held up a large rubber bracelet.
"Um, that's just a bracelet." Noah observed.
"AH, but is more than that." Rylander mentioned. Cezar threw three in the air, each to one of the males.
Rex caught it with one hand and look down at the white band. Rex saw that it was opalescent silicon, and every few seconds miniature iridescent nanite lines would flood over it.
"It's a type of heavy duty silicon rubber with wires filled with disrupter nanites, it takes signals and bounces it back at Seven, somewhat like counter electricity. But it doesn't harm her, the worst thing that it'll do is frustrate her. Therefore protecting you from her senses, and disguising your lying pulses."
"Cool bro thanks. Don't rat us out by the way." Rex slipped it over his wrist and underneath the arm off his jacket.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Cezar put the safety goggles back over his eyes and went back to the original project with Rylander.
Seven calmly walked down the corridors alongside Six. Both ecstatic to be out of debriefing, even though their stoic voices didn't show it. Six glanced down at his sister noticing the slight change in her expression, recognizing her annoyance in her aura.
"So, the kid skipped again and made you cover, huh?"
"Yeah, I don't know Six. Rex acts immature. Besides, he always chucks wads of paper at me during debriefings. Ticks me off y'now. That's why I took this one." Seven said, unaware that the wads of paper were actually passed notes.
"Annoyed?" The green clad man glanced down at Seven through his glasses, not moving his face.
"Partially. I don't mind the extra work. But it's the kid's goading that drives me up the wall."
"How's your personal training coming?"
"Pretty well. I've finally perfected the flying back kick." Seven replied.
"Really? I've been trying to-" Six wasn't able to finish his sentence.
"LOOKOUT!" Rex's hover bike did a sideways drift, luckily reverting his legs back to normal before he crashed into Seven, throwing metal everywhere.
"REX!" Seven growled. Rex was lying on top of Seven, both teenagers breathing heavily from the collision.
"Why? Were you speeding?" The girl hissed as Rex sat up, sitting on her waist, hovering above her.
"I was . . . um . . . well . . . I was, running . . . because . . ." Rex stuttered trying not to reveal that he was racing back to his room before Seven could find him.
"You know what, I don't freaking care. Just get off of me, it's embarrassing." Seven growled through gritted teeth. Noah and Bobo ran around the corner to see two disheveled teens, arms and legs entangled.
"You heard her." Bobo teased. Rex struggled, but their legs were interlocked and Rex's hand was in Seven hair. Rex's efforts failed and he collapsed down onto Seven again.
"Six! A little help here!" Seven called out to her brother and he kneeled down looping his hands underneath her arms, and pulling Seven up, Rex rolling of of her. Rex looked up and connected eyes through Six's sunglasses for a second before scurrying away at the death glare.
"Six, Seven, I'm sorry . . . Uh . ." Rex stuttered worriedly.
"Just go." Six stoically raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, okay, we're going. Sheesh." Rex put his hands on Noah's shoulder and pushed him along down the hall, glancing back every couple seconds.
Judging Rex's high-strung behavior, he had probably just gotten into some big trouble, Seven thought, wondering why all of a sudden it was harder to read the teen's hyperactive pulse. Seven told Six goodbye and sprinted down the halls. She rounded a corner and skidded to a halt in front her door typing in the passcode as it slid open. Seven cautiously walked into her room, eyes flickering around the living quarters. The algorithm calmly glided past her dressers checking for mismatched clothing and wrongly placed books. Seven instantly knew something was up, and she intended to find out.
"Dude that was so close." Noah said flopping down in a chair in Rex's room.
"And really stupid . . . Any who, do ya member what part of Seven's diary we finished off on?" Bobo asked.
"Wait a minute. Why would yo be asking that in the first place?" Rex spoke questioningly.
"No reason." Bobo's eyes flickered upwards.
"Then why did you just glance around nervously?" Noah raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"Whaaaat? Pft, did not. If I was be nervous, I would be freaking out."
Rex moved to his feet moving towards the chimp, "Lies."
"Come on Bobo. If you were really that dense, then you wouldn't have taken the diary. It would get us all killed." Noah crossed his arms.
"Are you kidding me. How do I know that you didn't take it. Cause it's not like I hid it somewhere in here." Bobo's eyes widened, as he flattened his face.
Rex and Noah both lunged for the monkey at the same time, set on getting him to reveal the hiding place of the book. The three males wrestled for about ten minutes before Bobo wriggled out of the grip and ran for the door, but Rex, being unfair, built his fists. And slammed them into the door preventing Bobo from escaping. The chimp climbed up onto the swinging pipes and went as high as he could, trying to avoid the two teenagers.
"Bobo give it back! It could get us all broken limbs and worse."
"You have to make me! NEVER! Besides it's hidden where you'd never look!" Bobo yelled.
"Where we'd never look? Hm?" Rex did his Sherlock Holes impression before running to his closet, and pushing aside his matching sets of clothing. Sure enough, in his sock hamper, sat Seven's leather book.
"Haha! How bout that!?" Rex laughed.
"It's really in there?" Noah walked over to the closet and put his hands on either side and leaned in peering down.
"DANG IT! You weren't supposed to look there!" Bobo leapt onto Rex's back, smacking him to the ground, and slamming the closet door in on Noah, the blonde tumbling in.
Almost if on cue, the door leading into Rex's room, slid open and Seven walked in peering down into a manila folder, fat with papers. On the front big red letters were stamped, CLASSIFIED, without looking up Seven spoke, cocking a hip, "Hey Rex, have you been reading those algebraic notes? I'm trying the figure the radius of a toothpick, divided by the mass of the sun, times pi, cubed, minus the circumference of a standard missile, and the multiplication of the length of 84 football fields. Yeah so, do you know what happened to that expression? And Doc also wondered what happened to her red shoes that she wears on Friday-" Seven glanced up from her papers, then back down, and looked back up again at the crazy sight.
Bobo held Rex in a half nelson, while fixing his goggles, as Noah's gasps came from the toxic closet, "Que dans le monde?" Seven spoke in French shaking her head, and running a hand through her hair.
Rex looked up from the hold, and so did Bobo. The Hispanic was first to speak, "Seven! It's not-"
"Um. I'll come back later. When your unoccupied." Seven spun on her heel and walked out awkwardly.
Rex growled at Bobo, "I really hate you right now."
"You can get me later instead of talking to her."
Noah fell out of the closet, landing on his back, holding the leatherback diary to his chest, toys, socks, and clothes wrapped around him, "What in the name of Seven . . . Do you do . . . To make you closet smell like a subway toilet in New York?"
"Well, it is a good day if I can find my socks, and that closet is worse is in worse shape than the floating garbage island in the middle of the pacific." Rex replied.
"Was that her?" Noah coughed, still getting the foul, stagnant air out of his lungs.
"Who else?" Rex snatched the book.
"Alright how the heck do you plan on getting this back in her room while she's in there?" Noah crawled upwards.
"Well we could sneak in through the vents with a fishing hook, but her senses would probably pick us up. Or we could get a teleportation device and teleport it in there." The two there stooges gave the third a strange look, "Oh come on you know I'm not good at this!" Rex whined.
"We noticed." Noah rolled his eyes, and tried pulling the book out of Rex's hands. But the Hispanic had a firm grip.
"Uh what are you doing?! I'm holding onto Seven's diary, why should you have it?" Rex pulled it back.
"Uh I don't really care. I had it first!" Noah tried jerking it out of Rex's hands.
"So? She's my crush! And I found it!" Rex growled and pulled again.
"SO?!" Noah and Rex ripped the book back and forth, bring to pull it away from each other. Unfortunately both teens pulled opposite directions, up down, and side to side, and the pages of the book tore.
Bobo waved his arms in the air, "SERIOUSLY! We're DOOMED!"
Swears, and cuss words flew out of Rex's mouth in a long river.
Noah ran his hands back through his hair, "Okay. Here's what we're going to do, we're gonna wait for Seven to go to sleep, get stealth suits for Doctor Holiday. We'll sneak in through the vents drop down and put the book back quickly, even before she knows we're in there."
"Two things. For the first, you really think we could make it past the girl who sleeps with a knife under her pillow, and for the second, you really think my idea could work?" Rex shouted excitedly.
"Well, with some fine tuning, I think we could pull this off." Noah nodded.
Bobo hopped off his hammock which he was currently residing on, "You forgot one detail, genius. How we gonna get the pages that you two bozos ripped off, back in the diary."
"Well we could just stick the papers back into the book and act like they never fell out, then when Seven opens it again. It'll look like she's not used to her powers yet." Rex mentioned.
"Fine. You can go get yourselves killed, while I enjoy friday night pizza." Bobo sat back down on a chair and crossed his arms.
"Okay. Then I'll personally tell Seven that you stole her diary." Noah countered.
"Grahh! Alright. I'll help you, besides, where we're going. You'll need it."
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