WHERE should I go?, asked Mayday to his mind as he didn't find any place that relaxed him. Everything actually was good as well as there was nothing happened. But good means bad words, or he made it as a big slogan, frightened him as it made him thrauma on good situation.
Despite the unrelaxing feeling, he kept driving around to find something that really enjoy him. There are many planes and forklift talking, playing. Even some kids are playing ball on a park near the cornfield. He could see Leadbottom was dusting corns with vitaminamulch far away from where he stood now—Skipper's garage.
Nothing bad is happened, he thought.
He sighed as he felt tired to drive around anymore while thinking something bad that would really happened. As the slogan, he didn't like that words, but it was the thing which he should keep to struggle right now. Nothing in his vision as he was seeing actually right, it was what on his mind.
He then drove to the park, sitting beside the tree as watching five kids playing a ball. Somehow, his eyes was heavy to be opened, then he let it close . . . .
He began to sleep.
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It was not quite long as he thought, he was awakened by a voice called him. It was Dusty's voice. He let his eye opened, then the vision went clearly. Dusty was full of tears.
"What's happened?"
"BLADE!" Dusty shouted. "HE'D BEEN TAKEN!"
"Taken?" His mind couldn't cultivate what was he said yet. After several seconds, his eyes went wide. "You mean kidnapped!?"
"YES!" He cried more loud and hugged Mayday. "THIS IS REALLY INCREDIBLE! HOW COULD THEY KIDNAPPED HIM!? IT CAN'T BE APOLOGIZED!"
Mayday's vision went reflected by tears that appeared. Something good now seemed like foresaw something bad. He was really sure about it, and it was happened to Blade Ranger. Not him.
He still heard Dusty cried on his shoulder. Even the tears soaked his old metal body warmly. He didn't know how he could conclude like that. And he went to cry in silent.
Mayday hugged him, too. As sadness came to fear both of them.
A few moments later, Mayday opened his eyes, seeing James and Dashner stood up behind Dusty.
"What do you want now?" Mayday asked.
"Letting you cry until you feel satisfied," James answered.
"Then what?"
"Well, it's unpredictable that the next target is Blade Ranger. I think we need to go to Piston Peak after you and Dusty are ready."
"But what about the others?"
"They may join us. But not everyone. Only some people are allowed."
"Like who?"
"Some people who are involved to this case."
There came Dottie and Chug. Mayday realized no Mater. Well, he was going home several days ago as he didn't know what to do any longer.
"I'm in," he agreed, "after Dusty have stopped crying."
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They arrived to the Piston Peak Air Base, seeing everyone there was in not happy mood. Only Rusty who was crying like a baby.
"They've come!" Rusty shouted, running toward them and hugged Mayday. As the oldest, Mayday was looked like parents for Rusty. "Blade's missing!" he cried.
"I know, Kid. I know." Mayday looked him in pitty, also this was for himself. "But everything will be good."
Good means bad, he thought. Then his mind sprinted logic that everything that would be good will be more . . . .
He shook his head, pretending that he wasn't thinking like that for the unsupported situation.
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"Who let the door open?" James asked.
"Me," Maru replied. "I undid the lock as I and Rusty felt something bad was happened."
"By digging the soil around the padlock?" Dashner asked as he looked a dug hole that seemed deep.
"Yeah, what else? How can you open the garage door meanwhile it's locked inside?"
"Inside?"
"He was inside his house, but I don't know why he is gone."
"It's looked like he was kidnapped by . . . ghost!" Chug shouted. His teeth were vibrating. "I've read the ghosts are i-invisible . . . and th-they can catch you, s-s-sending you to another dimension!"
"A ghost!?"
"No, no, seriously, no ghost around here!" Dottie said, punching Chug's front wheel with his fork. "Don't be obsessed with a mystical story like ghost or some monsters!"
"But, Dottie, they're real! Have you ever seen the video about the ghost that was really up in our world!?"
"Ugh, Chug. There's no ghost! Right?"
"But, Dottie, look around here! There are no footprints and there are seemed like nothing happened here! Only ghosts can do that!"
"I'm pass."
"I believe in ghosts, actually," James said.
Dottie's eyes staring at James. "So you mean Blade was taken by a ghost?"
"No. I've never solving a chase about ghost abduction. But I learn about reality that reality is not only what we see. There are a lot of it, but only someone who have power to see it. You can say this is sixth sense."
"So, ghosts are . . . real?"
"Maybe. But this is not about ghost right now. This abduction is as same as Dusty situation: everything is clean and clear, except the dug hole."
"That's because of me," Maru said as he shut his eyes and straighten his lip.
"I know. But what we don't know is how he can he get into this garage without undid the lock."
Everyone was thoughtful as wind blew smoothly.
"What about he came in before Mr. Blade went into his garage?" Rusty guessed. "It's logic, right? I mean, when he came in, he then hided somewhere else inside this garage and when Blade came in, he kidnapped Blade."
"That's really logic," Maru said. "But Blade always keep this garage locked every time, only it is opened when he came in or out due to his privacy."
"In facts, it's locked inside," Dottie said. "No one can unlock the door inside after someone went out."
"I see," Rusty said, disappointed by his argument.
Dusty looked the hole that was dug by Maru. It gave him a conjecture. "How about the digging?"
"Digging?"
"Well, it's kinda dig into someplace that fit to your size without opening the door. And the kidnapper take Blade and went out by the hole he dug."
"Man, need times much to dig a big hole," Chug disagreed. "Even a bulldozer cannot do it fastly."
"So . . . this is real ghost abduction!"
"Pass it, Chug! I can't stand if you talk about ghost and ghosts! There's no ghost around here!"
"Sorry, Dottie. Just . . . feeling scared."
Dashner looked at the hole again, calculating the possibility to dig the hole as he looked the hole had a little different shape—it should had an oval shape even asymmetrical as Maru had to dig around the garage padlock—there was some rounded-shape among the asymmetric oval shape. He turned a flashlight toward the hole to measure the deep of the rounded-shaped hole. He saw another deeper hole rather than the hole which Maru dug. There was also another hole inside the hole, but it turned to another way. If the dug was on y axis to minus number of the coordinate of Cartesians, the dig turned to x axis toward inside to Blade's garage.
"I think Dusty was a bit right."
"Huh? Is that impossible to do it?" Maru asked.
"It's possible by some advanced tools."
"Lemme check the deep." James took a water bottle, pouring to the hole and analyzing.
"Advanced tools? You mean like some tools that spies have?" Rusty asked.
"You can say that again. I have an auger with a tiny size that allows you to dig roundly for several millimeters radius deeply." He showed a cube that appeared a tiny auger in the middle of the cube. "It can sweep away for several meters."
"But how can the tools undo the lock wether it only dig straight?" Chug asked. "I mean, I guess it's looked like it can only dig straightly."
"Good question. This tool is made by wireframe on the stem, then the angle can be managed by rotating the controller here. As this fit for small luggage and light, this things is able to be brought. Anyway, the auger can change to be a robot hand, with tiny camera at the center of the hand which make you can see around the camera view."
"So . . . how the kidnapper undid the lock?" Dottie asked.
"What the alternative tool to open a padlock?"
Maru answered, "A paperclip."
"Right. That thing is smaller rather than the key. But it's useful to open a padlock. As you always see in some action films, it works for real."
"I guess it's only fiction," Mayday said. "Okay, so we know how the kidnapper undid the lock. But what is this used to be?"
"You don't know, Mayday?" James asked. "This is used to knowing the arsonist skill on making a strategy. The hole is really calculated for sure, and it know the time when Blade come into his garage that I guess it's calculated perfectly."
"Can a chance be counted perfectly?"
"Certainly. But the impossible is to choose the chance itself."
"How many chance are really possible?"
"Too many. There are a lot of formula to calculate it, like the Butterfly Effects, Relativities, and other. It quite long and need a highly intelligent people who do this."
"Then you know?"
"I don't. But I thought the kidnapper is a scientist who know how to calculate the situation perfectly."
Everyone there gulped, except James and Dashner.
"Good calculation (from him) means bad situation (for us)." Mayday pronounced that word for a sudden. And that was a new slogan that seemed creepier rather than before.[]