Hey guys! Sorry for late updating! (Should I complain? Of course I should.) But you know I'm busy. I write a common story with Lulu308 and KiBoy. – It's called SpaceMunk. You must read it. –
Also here's the end of the school year and we write five tests per day. I have to draw and color IronMunks… (Oops, my big mouth…)
Anyway, I hope I write the story correctly. (not in grammatical way; I know it's horrible.)
So let's see how Alvin will handle his new stuff.
The flying system was made. But Alvin couldn't fly just like that. He would've looked like an idiot and the he would've died to freeze because of the wind.
Also, the plan wasn't that. They had to build a suit, not just rockets on Alvin's members.
Alvin was the better designer so he drew the suit using a holographic program. He wanted to create something impressive; something terrifying; something badass.
The main problem of the designing was difference between the human and chipmunk physiology.
The humans' leg was longer; they hadn't tail; the structure of their knee was different; they hadn't fur; correlate with the head, their nose was smaller.
Alvin had to design the hull of the suit according to these differences.
Also the armoring of his tail wasn't easy job either. Pjotr said: "Why do you worry? If somebody steps on my tail, I don't even feel it."
But Alvin told him, the tail was one of the most precious members of the chipmunks. Pjotr didn't understand Alvin's point, but he accepted it.
Only a few days later, the battle suit was complete.
Alvin stood in the center of a black area. The floor opened and the parts of the suit showed up. The robots fitted the suit on Alvin, despite the mask.
Alvin took it on; he couldn't see anything.
- Sirius, are you here? – He asked.
- At your service, sir. – Answered Sirius over the radio, integrated into the ears of the suit.
- Engage Heads Up Display. – Instructed Alvin.
- Check.
The interior of the mask became a holographic screen. Graphs and figures turned up in front of Alvin's face; they showed the status of the reactor and other important things about the suit.
Also Alvin could see what in front of him was. He could control the display by moving his eyes and by his thoughts.
- Import all preferences from home interface.
- Will do, sir.
Alvin looked around and the operation system of the suit worked perfectly. When he looked at one of his cars, the display showed everything about it.
- Alright, what do you say? – Asked Alvin.
- I've indeed been uploaded, sir. – Reported Sirius. – We're online and ready.
- Can we start the virtual walk-around?
- Importing preferences and calibrating virtual environment.
- Do a check on control surfaces.
- As you wish.
Sirius began to check the moveable parts of the suit. He tried out the rocket launchers and the other weapon systems. (But, of course the suit hasn't had any weapon yet. Only the thrusters on Alvin's paw.)
All of the moving mechanics worked perfectly. Nothing was wrong.
Pjotr just watched the bright, metal grey suit and admired it.
They have just created something, which never was built by anyone.
Alvin moved his arms and he looked so… terrifying. Pjotr thought this suit would surprise the human and animal society.
- Test complete. – Reported Sirius. – Preparing to power down and begin diagnostics.
Inside the suit, Alvin stopped the orders given by Sirius and he gave a new one.
- Yeah. Tell you what. Do a weather and ATC check. Start listening in on ground control.
- Sir, there are terabytes of calculations needed before an actual flight is…
- Sirius. – Stopped Alvin. – Sometimes you got to run, before you can walk.
On the display the ATC and a map showed up. Also the attitude indicator and the altitude indicator were visible. The second one said: 13m.
Alvin's house was built on the top of a rock so it wasn't surprising.
He looked at Pjotr who was still amazed.
- Hey, bro, are you okay? – Alvin's voice was modified by the suit; it was necessary because it was dangerous if somebody recognized him.
- Y-yeah. Just you look… Wow!
- We'll see if it works. – Said Alvin.
He put his arms close to his body, held his paws downward and breathed in and out few times.
- Alright. Three… two… one…
The thrusters were fired on his paws and in the boots. He slowly began to lift form the floor. He bent forward and suddenly the rockets flew him out of the laboratory, out over the bay.
Under the mask, he opened his eyes and didn't believe what he saw. He was flying and he was still alive.
Holding out his right arm and turning his paw, he turned left.
Then he accelerated, giving more energy to the thrusters.
The brown furred chipmunk under the steel hull couldn't help and exclaimed. The adrenaline filled his brain.
- Whooooaaa! CHIPMUNKS CAN FLY!
With another movement, he veered and turned toward the city center.
Meanwhile, of course, he was watching the graphics in front of him and checking the status of the systems. Everything was awesome.
Alvin wanted to test the maneuvering ability of the suit and he started doing fast and quick maneuvers. Nothing happened. The suit did what he wanted.
- Handles like a dream. – He said and brought the trust capacity up to 40%.
Everything was still perfect. The hydraulics compensated his weak muscles and he could move the heavy, metal parts. (He was just a chipmunk; his muscles weren't made to move a thing like that.)
His speed was 380km/h and he could still accelerate.
But he decided to do something crazy.
He held his paws downward and started climbing.
- All right, let's see what this thing can do. What's SR-71's record?
- The altitude record for fixed wing flight is 85,000 feet, sir.
Alvin sped up.
- Records are made to be broken.
He was climbing up very fast.
He didn't notice it, but ice started covering the mask and the whole suit.
Sirius warned.
- Sir, there is a potentially fatal buildup of ice occurring.
Alvin ignored the warning.
- Keep going. – He ordered.
As he reached a certain altitude, the left thruster in the boot stopped.
He lost the control under the suit. Then everything went dark; the suit was shut down.
Alvin couldn't see anything but a little light from the world through the eyes of the mask.
- We iced up, Sirius. Deploy flaps.
Sirius didn't obeyed, because when the energy of the suit was disconnected, he lost the connection with it.
- Sirius! – Alvin exclaimed was he was falling. – We got to break the ice.
As he was spinning in mid-air he tried to reach for the manual flap opener. To reach it was hard; he turned it round and the flaps were deployed. They broke the ice, but he was still falling.
Then in 5,200 feet altitude the suit and the systems restarted. In 2,220 feet altitude the thrusters were fired and Alvin could lift again.
He almost impacted into the asphalt.
As he was levitating over Los Angeles, he was panting heavily.
- Wow, that was close. – He said.
- Sir... - Started Sirius, but Alvin stopped him.
- Do not say anything, Sirius. I'm still alive and the suit is still working.
Alvin checked the figures and the graphs on the display. The altitude indicator showed 45 meters.
He was watching the city of Los Angeles from bird-view and it was amazing. The lights, the sounds and the smell of the air in 45 meters altitude made Alvin happy.
- Sirius, what about the energy? - He asked.
- It's at 88%.
- Alright. Lay a course for Simon's house.
On the Head Display a yellow line showed up; it showed the way Alvin, toward Simon's house.
Alvin moved his arms and turned his paws and bent left.
He approached the beach and flew toward San Diego along it.
Keeping his arms close to his body would've been hard if the hydraulics hadn't helped him. With this help Alvin could handle the suit well, without tiring.
San Diego was about eighteen kilometers from L.A; Alvin's speed was 360 km/h, so Alvin had to fly for fifteen minutes.
As he was flying over the land, he decided to prepare a surprise.
- Sirius, does Junior have cell phone? - Asked Alvin.
- Which Junior? - Asked back the A.I.
- Simon Junior. Why do you think we are going to San Diego?
Sirius searched for the information for a while; then he put the phone number onto the display.
- Call him. - Said Alvin.
In the room of Simon's sons on Junior's bed a prototype, Asus phone was ringing.
Simon Jr. looked at the screen and saw: "Uncle Alvin is calling."
- Who's that? - Asked Jonathan.
- I-It's Uncle Alvin. - Said Junior and pushed the green button on the screen with hesitate. – Yeah?
- Hi buddy! - Alvin said over the connection. - Wazzup?
- N-nothing. We're working on a little project.
- Really? Interesting. - Alvin was having hard time to speak while he was flying. He was out of breath. - Listen, I'm on the way to you. But I don't want your father and your mother to know it.
- So, what do you want us to do? - Asked Junior.
- First, tell me, is the air defense of your house turned on?
Junior turned to his brother.
He said no.
- No it isn't. - Said Junior over the phone.
- Okay. Now guys, open the door of your room's balcony and watch the sky.
Alvin hung up.
Junior put his phone away, jumped down onto the floor and opening the door he stepped out to the balcony. His brother stepped next to him and tried to find out what Junior was looking at.
- What did Uncle Alvin say? – He asked.
- He said he was coming here.
As Junior answered his brother's question, a little, bright point showed up on the horizon.
It looked like an airplane or a star, but it moved faster.
They saw the object was coming nearer and nearer. Then the one, bright point separated to four.
A moment later the view made them open their mouth.
They clearly saw the flying object was an armored chipmunk.
They stepped back and Alvin landed on the balcony. The huge, strong, steel made suit lighted on the moonlight.
Alvin opened the front of the mask and smiled at the kids.
- Hey, Munksteins, wazzup?
Simon Junior and Jonathan just stared and admired the suit.
Alvin got on his knees with a metallic noise.
- Guys, are you here? Can you hear me? – Asked Alvin.
- Y-yes, Uncle Alvin. – Said the twins (they were twins) in unison. – Just we have never seen anything like that.
- It isn't so surprising. I've built it with my friend.
- Is it what you were talking about with dad? – Asked Jonathan.
- Yup. So he told it you. Great.
Alvin walked into the room; the boys closed the door and darkened its glass by pushing a button.
- So, do you like it? – Asked Alvin.
- Yes. It's awesome. – Said the boys in unison again.
- Guys, I must keep it in secret. You won't tell it to anybody, will you?
- We won't, Uncle Alvin. We promise.
- Okay. I trust you, kids. – Said and caressed the boys' head as carefully as he could. – But if I ask you to tell it dad or mom, you have to tell. Got it?
- Got it.
- Alright. I've just come to show it to you. I gotta go. There are still a few problems with the suit. By the way, do you have any idea for the developing of the weapon or defense systems?
- I have. – Said Junior. – What if you installed a cloaking device into the suit?
- Cloaking device. - Replied Alvin taking his chin. – You watched too much Star Trek, didn't you? Well, I'll try to do my best. Thanks guys. Anyway, if you have any new, idea, just call me.
- Okay.
Alvin opened the door of the balcony and stepped out. But before he could fire the thrusters, Junior took his armored tail.
- Uncle Alvin, I just want to say… you're the best uncle in the world.
These words touched Alvin's soul.
- But… how can I be the best? I've never talked to you so far. This is the first occasion.
- I know. But you came to us first and not to dad or mom.
- Then, I hope I'll stay the best uncle in the world. – Said Alvin with a smile. Then he closed the mask. – Now, please step back.
Jonathan and Simon stepped back; Alvin positioned up for taking off and fired the thrusters.
He took off and disappeared in the dark night. He arrived back to Malibu, ten minutes later.
He flow through the opened garage door and planed to land. But somehow the thrusters didn't get the order and Alvin impacted into the wall.
After the robots set Alvin free from the suit, he got two ice packages and put one of them on his head and one of them on his right shoulder. The impact wasn't good for his bones, but he was still alive. Chipmunk bones are stronger than human bones.
He walked to his work desk; on it he found a brown box and on the top of it a cup of coffee. It has already been cold, but Alvin drank it.
Then he opened the box and saw a glass made cube. In it was his previous ARC reactor. Around the device was a text: "It's proves that Alvin Seville has heart." On the bottom of the cube was scribed: "From Brittany."
Alvin smiled and put the present, next to him. He sat down on his chair and started recording work log.
- Notes. Main transducer feels sluggish at plus 40 altitude. Hull pressurization is problematic. I'm thinking… icing is the probable factor.
- A very astute observation, sir. Perhaps, if you intend to visit other planets, we should improve the exosystems.
Alvin thought for a while.
- Connect to the sys. Co. Have it reconfigure the shell metals. Use the gold-titanium ally from Seraphim tactical satellite. That should ensure a fuselage integrity while maintaining power-to-weight ratio. Got it?
- Yes. Shall I render using proposed specifications? – Asked Sirius.
- Thrill me!
Alvin turned toward the huge TV screen on the wall. The news was on; Alvin cranked it up and listened. The reporter was a chipette with blonde fur and dark blue eyes.
- Tonight's red-hot red carpet is right here at the Disney Concert Hall, where Alvin Seville's third annual benefit for the Firefighter's Family Fund has become the place to be for L.A.'s high society.
-Sirius, we get an invite for that? – Alvin asked and he didn't try to hide his surprise.
- I have on record of an invitation, sir.
The reporter chipette was still speaking on the screen. Alvin watched her, but surprisingly not because of her body.
- … hasn't been seen in public since his bizarre and highly controversial press conference. Some claim he's suffering from posttraumatic stress and he has been bedridden for weeks. Whatever the case may be, no one expects an appearance from him tonight.
Alvin bite his lip. Then he looked at the screens in front of him.
- The render is complete. – Reported Sirius.
The whole battle suit was gold. It looked great, but…
- A little ostentatious, don't you think?
- What was I thinking? You're usually so discreet.
Alvin looked around in the laboratory for a perfect color and he found it. One of his cars (his Lamborghini Reventon) was red.
- Tell you what. Throw a little red in there.
- Yes, that should help you keep a low profile. – Said Sirius with clerarly audible sarcasm in his virtual voice. – The render is done.
Alvin checked the rendered suit. It was mainly red, but there were a few gold parts. It looked awesome.
- Hey, I like it. Fabricate it. Paint it. – He said and stood up.
- Commencing automated assembly. Estimated completion time is three hours.
- Sirius, what about the primary suit? – Alvin asked, searching for one of his 'immediate' tuxedos.
- It's ready for fabricating, but I warn you it hasn't been tested yet.
- No problem. Fabricate it too in same style. – He said and tied his tie.
- Estimated completion with the primary suit is eight hours. – Reported the A.I.
- Don't wait up for me, honey. – Said Alvin.
He got on his Lamborghini Reventon and pulled out of the garage.
Quinn was talking to a reporter in front of the Disney Concert Hall. The reporter had asked him about the status of the Seville Industries.
-… The weapon manufacturing is only one small part of what Sevilla Industries is all about, and our partnership with the fire and rescue community…
Meanwhile Alvin arrived to the place, got out of his car and gave the key to a chipmunk who parked the car.
He began to walk into the Hall. As he was walking in, a chipette approached him and took his shoulder.
- Hey Alvin, remember me? – She asked, but Alvin disappointed her.
- Sure don't. – He said and kept goin'.
He found Quinn talking to the reporter. He jumped onto his shoulder and placed his opened claws on Quinn's cheek. (He was joking, but he was even a bit angry.)
- What's the world coming to when a guy's got to crash his own party? – He asked with his usual smile.
Quinn looked at the just showed up chipmunk and gave him a fake smile.
- Look at you. Hey, what a surprise.
Alvin jumped down and headed toward the entrance.
- I'll see ya inside. – He said.
- Hey Alvin. Listen, take it slow, all right?
- You got it. Just cabin fever. I'll just be a minute.
He walked in and went to the bar. He jumped up onto the desk and the waiter came.
- Gave me a Scotch. I'm starving. – He said and the waiter went away.
A moment later, from the nothing, a man showed up. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a black tie. He stepped to Alvin.
- Mr. Seville?
- Yeah?
- Agent Coulson.
- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. The guy from the…
- Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistic Division.
- God, you need anew name for that. – Said Alvin shaking his head and looking around.
- Yeah, I hear that a lot. Listen, Mr. Seville, I know it must be a trying time for you, but we need to debrief you. There's still a lot of unanswered question, and time can be a factor with these things.
Actually Alvin listened to the agent with half ear. He noticed Brittany, standing in the middle of the crowd. She was wearing a signature, pink dress. It had no back and the form of her body was perfectly visible in that dress.
But the agent was still speaking.
- Let's just put something on the books. How about the 24th at 7:00 PM at Seville Industries?
- Tell you what, - Said Alvin not even looking at the agent. – You got it. You're absolutely right. Well, I'm going to go to my assistant and we'll make a… date.
He jumped off of the desk and walked to Brittany.
Alvin touched her naked back; Brittany jumped back in surprise.
- You look fantastic. I didn't recognize you. – He said before Brittany could say something.
- What are you doing here? – Asked Brittany.
- Just avoiding government agents. Do you know where Pjotr is?
- He is in the next room. He is talking with the Russian ambassador.
- Great. Where'd you get that dress?
- Oh, it was a birthday present. – Said Brittany looking at herself.
- That's great. – Said Alvin.
- From you, actually.
- Well, I got great taste.
- Yes.
The talk was empty and dry. It hadn't any sense and it went to nowhere.
Alvin decided to make this right.
- You want to dance? – He asked.
- Oh, no.
- All right, come on. – He took Brittany's paw and led him to the center of the room. He placed his right paw on her hip and his left paw on her shoulder.
Brittany was feeling uncomfortable. It was a weird situation. Of course when she had said he didn't want to dance with Alvin, she ha lied. But she didn't want anybody to found out her emotions, because Alvin was too rich and too immature; if the world had found out their relationship it would've ruined her career and her future.
Also, she knew her life wouldn't be really happy without Alvin. But with Alvin she was going to be only an assistant.
It was a paradox question inside her mind. With Alvin or without Alvin?
It wasn't the Hamlet but it was a same kind of question.
Alvin's voice interrupted Brittan's thoughts.
- Am I making you uncomfortable? – He asked.
- No. No. I always forget to wear deodorant and dance with my boss in front of thousands of people who know me in a dress with no back.
- You look great, your stripes are incredibly sexy and you're a chipette; you don't need deodorant. It ruins your fur and your skin.
Brittany couldn't respond anything. Alvin has never told her anything like that.
- But I could fire you if that would take the edge off. – Alvin offered with his I'm-serous-but-seriously face.
- I actually don't think that you could tie your shoes without me. – Said Brittany with a wide smile knowing Alvin.
- I don't even wear shoes and I'd make it a week. Sure.
- Really? What's your Social Security number?
Alvin thought. He had absolutely no idea about his Social Security number. He didn't even know what it was.
- Five.
- Five? Right. You're missing just a couple a digits there.
- The other… nine?
- Eight.
- Whatever. I got you for the other eight.
They found each other's eyes and lost in them. They were just looking onto the other's eyes and didn't want to turn away.
Both of them thought the same thing but they didn't know, the other wants the same.
- How about a little air? – Asked Alvin.
- Yes I need some air.
They went out of the hall to the balcony and watched the view. Then Brittany spoke up.
- That was totally weird. – She said.
- Totally harmless. – Said Alvin.
- It was totally not harmless, by the way.
- We're dancing. No one's even watching. – Tried Alvin calm Brittany down.
- Almost every, important person of the USA were watching. And…
- I think you lost objectivity. I think… They are just people. We just danced.
- No, it was not just a dance. You don't understand, because you're you… And everybody knows who you are and how you're with girls… And all of that, which is completely fine. But the whole world knows there was something between us many years ago and…
- Britt, you're overreacting it.
- No. Ain't overreact it. You know, and we're here, and then I'm wearing this ridiculous dress, and then we were dancing like that and…
The emotional and not rational part of Brittany's brain stopped her. It didn't want her to reach the last sentence. It would've ruined everything.
The emotional brain shot the rational brain up and took the control.
Alvin just watched Brittany's icy blue eyes and his head moved itself. Brittany did the same thing. Their heads got closer and closer; their lips almost touched, but Brittany stopped. She got back the control and decided to stop.
- I would like a drink, please. – She said a bit louder than whispering.
- Got it, okay. – Alvin said and turned away blushing lightly under the fur.
- I would like a vodka martini, please. I don't care I will be drunk.
- Okay.
- Very dry with olives, a lot of olives. Like at least three olives.
Alvin went back into the hall and walked to the bar.
He jumped up on the desk and called the waiter.
- Two vodka martinis, extra dry, extra olives, extra fast. Make on of them dirty, will you?
He put seventy dollars into a glass and waited for the order putting probing up his head with his paw.
He was thinking about what happened a few minutes ago.
Did we almost kiss? – He asked himself. – Did I want it or only Brittany did it almost?
He realized, he had called Brittany by her nickname more than once.
But before he could step to the next thought, he was interrupted by one of his one-night partners.
- Wow, Alvin Seville. – The chipette said, jumping next to Alvin.
- Oh, hey. – Said Alvin like he has just woken up.
- Fancy seeing you here.
Alvin just watched the chipette and didn't remember her name. But she was familiar for him. It was the biggest disadvantage of the one-nigh rounds; he couldn't recognize his partners if he met them again. It caused an uncomfortable feeling.
- Carrie? – Guessed Alvin.
- Christine. – Corrected the chipette.
- Almost. – Said Alvin with a fake-self-confident smile.
- You have a lot of nerve showing up here tonight.
Alvin didn't answer. He didn't even want to talk to that girl. Also he didn't know what she was talking about.
- Can I least get a reaction from you? – Asked the chipette with angry face.
- Panic. I would say panic is my reaction.
- 'Cause I was referring to your company's involvement in this latest atrocity.
- Yeah, they just put my name on the invitation. I don't know what to tell you. – Said Alvin tying to shake the annoying girl off of himself.
- I actually almost bought it, hook, line and sinker.
- I was out of town for a couple of months, in case you didn't hear. – Alvin was angry. This chipette just came there and messed up his mood.
- Is this what you call accountability? – She asked and gave a couple of photos to Alvin. – It's a town called Gulmira. Heard of it?
Of course Alvin heard of it. That was the town where Yinsen had been came from.
On the picture were terrorists, dead people, burnt and exploded houses, jeeps, rockets… He looked at the rockets; they were his rockets. And some of them was his latest type. The Blue Death.
The white text on the side of the weapons, but mainly the rockets, was clearly visible: "Seville Industries."
- When were these taken? – Asked Alvin more serious face.
- Yesterday.
- I didn't approve any shipment.
- Well, your company did.
- Well, I'm not my company.
Without another word, Alvin jumped down onto the floor and ran to find Quinn. Only he could approve the shipment.
He used his nose to find him; Quinn was in front of the hall and the press was taking pictures.
Alvin jumped up on Quinn's shoulder and poked him.
- Quinn, I have to talk to you.
- Yes?
- Have you seen these pictures?
Quinn took a look at the pictures and turned away from the crowd.
- What's going on in Gulmira?
- Alvin, Alvin, you can't afford to be this naïve.
- You know what, I was naïve before, when they said, 'here's the line. We don't cross it. This is how we do business.' If we're double-dealing under the table… Are we?
Quinn turned around, back, toward the presses.
- Smile, Alvin. Let's take a picture.
Alvin didn't smile. He was as mad at his friend as he had never been before.
He was doing deals behind the boss, behind Alvin.
- Alvin, - Spoke up Quinn. He was whispering. – who do you think locked you out? I was the one who filed the injuction against you.
He gently took Alvin's tuxedo and put him down holding him grabbing the suit.
As he was putting him down, he said:
- It was the only way I could protect you.
Quinn went through the crowd of the presses and got in his car. Alvin was standing in front of the hall and watching Quinn's car as it was going away.
Alvin always thought, Quinn had been his friend. But standing there, he realized he had been wrong. Quinn was just another, stupid human who doesn't care about the other people, only himself.
The brown furred chipmunk knuckled and closed his eyes. He became more responsible, he wanted to fix his mistakes what he had done in the past; but the world wanted him to continue the work of the devil. He should've killed millions of people and he should've been the 'Merchant of Death.' But he decided to change these things
Okay I know I should've written the part where Alvin blows the missiles up, but this chapter was long enough. Also the first mission of the beweaponed and colored suit will be perfect beginning for the next chapter.