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Chapter 9:
Gear:
My flight from France was a bit rough though that might've been because I hated public planes. I used the fake passport as Vivian Jefferson that way, on records, it showed that 'Vivian' did leave France, even if I had to wear a black haired wig and different clothing to do so (to match the fake picture of 'Vivian' and the clothing because 'Vivian' was a different person). I even had a fake ID and everything I would ever need- just with the name Vivian Jefferson. It was nothing new. I had a lot of different alias- Alice White, Lillian Whitley, Irene Collard, and more. Every single one was perfectly made if I did say so myself.
I'd rather take my hover board if I could have, but it wasn't built for overseas travel. Danny better appreciate all the trouble I go through for him. Did I sell my house in France? No. I make enough money from my 'job' as Quam Tu that I can still afford to keep it. Did that mean I wanted to leave my house in France? No because I loved France and I loved my lab. At least the one I had set up in the house in Happy Harbor were good enough. I knew Danny wasn't going to go into the lab for anything except to train or put ghosts back in the Zone so I doubted that he found out about the hidden door that lead to the second lab (the one I will use for my work as Quam Tu). Of course, again, it wasn't nearly as good as the one in France.
I've only been in America for less than two hours (driving to Amity Park), and I am already missing France. I chocked back a dramatic sob, my lab will be so lonely without me. At least security measures were up to date and even better than anything out currently so I could trust that no one would break in. If they did, I would know and they would be in so much Hell. I don't like people playing with my things. I don't share.
Welcome to Amity Park
A Safe Place To Live
The sign was nearly in ruins, which was to be expected. I just had to see the town for myself- well, what was left of the town anyway. There wasn't much left- only maybe half the town was maybe livable, but the town took so much of a blow that all hopes of it being rebuilt were practically abandoned so I knew no one was really living there. I couldn't even drive past the sign because the roads were so torn up. Getting out of the truck I rented- I say rented, some might use the word 'stole' or 'borrowed'- I made my way through the town.
I passed a lot of things- Casper High, the Nasty Burger, my old house, and even Fentonworks. I remembered my old house- I moved there when I was six. I met Jazz shortly after and we were best friends, even when I moved away when I was eleven we still stayed in touch. I remembered my first day back at Casper High, when I moved back to the town when I was sixteen. It was only a year after I became Quam Tu, and only two years after my parents died. I remembered the Nasty Burger- it was one of my favorite places to eat. I remembered Fentonworks- it was hard to believe that just a year earlier the building was up and full of the most lively people. Well, sort of. It was like a second home to me and it was a bit disheartening that the Fentons', who were like a second pair of parents, did that to Danny.
The last place I visited was the graveyard just outside the town, just when I was about to leave. I didn't visit Maddie or Jack's graves because they didn't deserve any words. I did visit Tucker's and Sam's briefly, but I didn't say anything. I didn't know them as well as Danny. I went to Jazzy's grave. I smiled slightly as I knelt down.
"I told you I'll protect him, Jazzy, and I'm trying… You're a sister to me so… I hope that wherever you are, you're happy."
I stood up, feeling a sense of closure until I felt something wet hit my face. Crying? I don't cry. As more wet drops hit my face, I was relived that I wasn't crying- it was just starting to rain. Laughing, I headed back to my truck as my phone went off.
"It's that idiot brother of yours," a silly voice called out.
I picked up the phone and answered it just as I slammed my truck door, soaked from the rain.
"Yo Danny dude, wassup?"
"Gear, what if I told you that I surrendered to a bunch of heroes because I got bored and I'm currently at Mt. Justice?"
"I would tell you that you're an absolute dumbass and ask you how or even why you're calling me when you're there."
"Duplicated- I'm just the duplicate he made to get the jewelry to a safe place, but he- I- wanted to let you know what's going on."
"I'll hack into the cameras myself and find out."
With that, I hung up. The only place I had to go now was Happy Harbor. I shook my head. Danny was a dumbass. But he was still a little brother.
"~I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick~"
I sang along to the music on my radio quietly (because honestly I didn't want any footage of me singing ever to get out there) as I drove to Happy Harbor. My GPS screen no longer showed a map, but instead it was the security cameras from Mt. Justice. I was just keeping an eye on him because he was proving that he was sure a dumbass that he needed someone to watch him. I felt like a mother who told a kid 'you can't have a cookie' and as soon as my back was turned, he went and ate a cookie. Geesh I told him- don't get caught and what does he do? He goes and gets caught, well he surrendered but the same difference.
Still it could work in my favor. He was about to have some 'personal' time with that team of little heroes (some called them sidekicks, I called them little heroes or partners). They could probably get some sense knocked into Danny or at least get a better understanding of him.
So maybe him getting caught (well him surrendering) wasn't a bad thing… but really dude, why would you just surrender because you're bored…