Chapter 3
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As he stood outside, he pondered what the boss would do if he found out. More specifically what would happen to her. Would he not care? Or would he call the president and lock them up. And what would happen to her if the latter happened? Would they lock her up? Perform tests on her? He shuddered at the possibilities.
As he looked around, he saw Lorenzo walking towards him.
"Hey, what's cracking, choomba?"
"Nothing much."
They stood there for a second.
"Why are you standing out here?"
"Taylor's inside changing."
"Taylor's here?"
"Yes, she is."
"Can I see her?"
"Not right now, idiot."
"Why…"'THWACK!' "OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"
"FOR BEING AN IDIOT YA SOD!"
The door opens and they both look over as Taylor pops her head out.
"Ah, I thought I heard you two bum rags arguing out her."
"Oh… hi."
"Yeah, be quiet will you? You're annoying the crap out of us."
"Us? There's more than one in there?"
"Ahhh, well…"
"If you want to discuss this inside we're done getting her dressed."
"Who? What's going on here?"
Ian sighed and shook his head.
"Inside. NOW."
As they sat in Ian's' room awkwardly, Lorenzo Looked at Cupa and admired her beauty. Her red hair, her yellow eyes, he wondered how she could be a creeper. It just felt so… so wrong. She looked like a completely normal human. Except for the hoodie. That definitely gave it away.
"So… you're a creeper."
"Yes."
"How exactly did you become one?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
There was a long pause.
"You know you can never tell anyone about this, right?"
"Why not?"
'THWACK'
"OW!"
"If she doesn't want to talk about it, she doesn't want to talk about it."
"No, it's okay. I should tell you anyway."
As Chloe delved into the story of how she came to be, and what exactly happened on that night, Looks of amazement and horrification came across their faces..
"Holy Notch she's been through a lot." he thought
After she finished, they all sat there for a minute, pondering what she had said.
"So, from what you know, the Grand Council is dead?"
"Yes."
"Um… who's the Grand Council?"
"It's the circle of elder creepers in charge of each community of creepers."
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but if the Grand Council has fallen, I have to tell the boss man."
"Ok…"
"Which means I have to tell him about you."
"Please, no."
"Hey, don't worry. If he takes it like I think he will, you won't even be on his list of things to worry about. Even if you are, you'd be on the VERY very bottom of her list."
He sighed, walked towards the door, and turned around.
"Wish me luck."
As he walked away from the elevator, he pondered how he would tell the boss man what had happened.
"I may have to show her Chloe"
He got to her door, breathed a sigh, and knocked.
"Come in."
As he opened the doors and entered, he looked around and admired her baubles and trophies from over the years. The bow and arrow set from the skeleton encounter. The blaze rod from the Nether expedition. A full set of armor from one of Drachmas heavy weapons soldiers she took down herself. And then there was her sitting in her military uniform, feet on her desk, reading the newspaper. It was rare to catch her in her office, as she was usually wandering about the mine.
"Yes, Ian?"
"Ms. Armstrong, I have some news that has a 95% chance of actually being true."
"What is it?"
As she said this she took her boots of the desk and sat up.
"Well, you remember that deal we made with the creeper Grand Council?"
"What about it?
"Well… it may not be in effect anymore, sir."
"How?"
Now he had her attention.
"It has come to my attention from an anonymous source that that specific community has suffered a hostile takeover."
"And how did this happen?"
"A creeper anarchist killed the Grand Council and proclaimed himself King."
There was a short pause before he spoke again.
"Your questioning look leads me to believe that you do not believe me."
"Is this anonymous source in the mine?"
"Yes she is sir."
She reached for the talk button on the intercom.
"Johnson, ready my EJ."
"Right away, sir."
"Come, lead me to this anonymous source."
"Sir, are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. Wanna drive?"
As they drove through the mines, he started wondering.
"What General Armstrong would think of her?"
When they got to his dorm on level 4, he stopped and put the little car in park.
"Here we are."
As they got out, he walked to the door and knocked.
"Yes?"
"It's me, open up."
The door opened and Lorenzo popped his head out.
"Hey how did it go… Sir."
He stepped aside and waved inside.
She walked in and nodded at Taylor. She looked around and saw her. The 'anonymous source' he had told her. She was kind of obvious with that hoodie on. That had to be fixed if she were to go out in public. And she knew just how.
"So this is that anonymous source you told me about?"
"Yes sir."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance."
She held her hand out to shake it. Chloe stared at it as if she didn't know what to do. Which, in fact, was true.
"Psst, you're supposed to shake her hand."
"Ohh."
After they awkwardly shake hands, General Armstrong pulled out her clipboard and started with the questions.
"Name?"
"Chloe."
She looked up.
"No last name?"
"Uh… no?"
She sat sat there for a second, pondering this." Then she shrugged and continued on.
"Place of origin?"
"Creeper Commun Number 538."
That raised an eyebrow.
"Race?"
"C-creeper."
That was what did it. She jumped up from her chair and un holstered her pistol, pointing it directly at Chloe. Everyone gasped and went wide eyed.
"Uh… boss?
"Are you a spy!?"
Chloe stuttered for a moment.
"ANSWER ME!? ARE YOU A SPY!?
"N-NO! NO I'M NOT A SPY!"
Gen. Armstrong relaxed a bit.
"Well, I'll believe you for now."
Everybody sighed out of relief and Ian took his handkerchief out and started dabbing his forehead.
"Ian."
"Yes sir."
"Can you keep her here?"
"Yes sir. I will need some things, but I can do it."
"Good. Lorenzo, you will help him."
"Sir, that wouldn't be a good idea."
"Then who will do it?"
"I will."
Ian and Lorenzo stared in shock at Taylor.
"And who are you?"
"I'm a good friend of theirs."
Gen. Armstrong thought about it for a bit.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
"Alright, we're going to have to retro-fit this dorm to serve its purpose. Ian, come with me."
Down deep in the mine, by the very loud machinery, they hatched a plan. In order to validate Ian spending almost all his time in his room, and Taylor being in the a lot, they would stage a scene where Ian(unfortunately) loses his marbles. He then goes under a psych exam by a mine dr. and is deemed unhealthy to mine and is forced to be in his room. 'Nurse' Taylor is in there with him to help him recover from 'mine sickness'. Until Chloe is ready to go into the outside world, and they have a chance to, they will stay in the room.
Unbeknownst to them, in the shadows lurked a dark figure, who had heard every word they had said.
"I must report this to Bradley."