Chapter 25: Change of Plans
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"You've got to be kidding me," Reuben grumbled. "You're telling me you can't access the other generator from here?"
"It's on the lowest level of the ship," Gantu responded from somewhere in the dark. "And I don't know how to get there in the dark."
"So you want us to do it." Reuben said as he gestured to Amy, accidentally hitting her in the face.
"Ow!" Amy's hands flew up to her nose where the back of Reuben's hand had hit it. "Be careful when you do that!"
"Sorry, Amy." He looked at the captain's silhouette again. "Why can't anyone else do it?"
"Because you're the only one who knows how to get around in the dark. And Amy can provide a distraction since the virus is already following her, if Jumba is to be believed. That's an order, Reuben." Reuben grumbled something.
"Alright, fine, we'll go find the generator." He held his hand out. "C'mon, Amy."
Amy somehow found his hand again, and Reuben led her out of the main deck.
"So they're ending us in there alone?" Amy stumbled a bit in the dark from stepping over her own foot. "Gantu must be pretty confident in you."
"Maybe. Or maybe he's hoping we can provide a distraction until he comes up with a good plan B to get to the generator."
"That too," Amy agreed.
The two of them walked in silence for some time, before reaching what Amy believed to be the fifth set of stairs they'd travelled down in that trip alone.
"You ready, Amy?" Reuben asked.
"Let's fix the ship," Amy said.
The two of them walked down the stairs carefully, making sure not to miss a step and go tumbling down and alerting anyone in the room that they were coming. Reuben reached out to open the door, but withdrew his hand when the number pad crackled with electricity. "Ouch!" He hissed as he shook out his hand.
"Can I try?" Amy asked.
"Sure." The number code is 483, he thought, and Amy nodded. She looked at the number pad that, mercifully, had lit-up numbers. Amy concentrated on the 4.
Move.
Click. She smiled as the button pushed itself, before looking at the 8. Move. Click. Move. Click. The door slid open. Reuben smiled at Amy in the darkness, and the two walked in.
Where's the generator? Amy looked at Reuben.
This way. Reuben led her to the back of the room, and Amy could barely make out a large machine. Okay, I'm going to plug this in, you go pull the lever over there, Reuben nodded towards a large level on the other side of the machine. Amy walked over to it.
Now?
Three… two… one… now!
Amy pulled the lever, and there was silence. Then, the generator roared to life as the lights in the ship started turning on. Amy almost threw her hands in the air with a cheer, when she spotted something behind Reuben.
"What's that?"
Reuben turned around, and the two approached the large computer behind the generator. It was connected to a wire that ran out from a crack in the wall, up towards the entire ship.
"This must be how the virus got downloaded," Reuben said. "Somebody set up a computer on the inside so we wouldn't be able to trace it."
Amy looked at the screen. "Statistics, numbers, details of prisoners on the ship… the virus is downloading files from the ship's main computer."
"A spy," Reuben muttered. Amy was about to stand up when she felt a hand clamp over her shoulder.
"Tag, doll," a voice whispered in her ear, and she whipped around to face the virus, smirking at her. "You're it."