A/N: I'm back with an other chapter bros and gals! Welcome back! I'm sorry it took longer than usual, it was the iPad's fault. I was working on the chapter in the Notes app after breakfast then when I came back and opened the app, poof! All my notes gone. I couldn't recover them, so I had to rewrite the whole thing again on a different app, called Werdsmith. At least I managed do it in three afternoons later. Okay, enough chit chat. I give you chapter 12!
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Chapter 12
Keep Your Enemies Close, And Your Friends Closer...
Arif Retreat Estate
10.20 a.m.
Nothing much happened in the past two days. No airstrikes, no bombings, no armed assaults... Everything was just peachy. Yesterday we had an outdoor barbecue in the yard outside the kitchen. Man, chargrilled steak never tasted any better.
After waking up at the right side of the bed (without another sleepless night, worrying about The Technologists) in the early sunrise, I had a warm shower in my luxurious bathroom, got dressed in new threads and slid down the stair rails to have breakfast. The Stiltons and a Woz were making breakfast for themselves as I nabbed a plate from the cabinet and started making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for myself.
Right after breakfast and throwing my plate in the dishwasher, I grabbed an acoustic guitar from its stand in the living room. I opened the sliding doors and marched outside. I laid down when I got to a side of a hill. Watched the clouds go by as the morning sun lit the American sky. Then I saw a cloud that really looked like my sister's face. It even winked at me. It made me flash back to the great times we had in the past...flying kites back at the ranch, playing and beating each other at video games, and scaring each other when we had the chance. Thinking of her made me feel both happy and sad simultaneously.
I took out my iPhone and put on a song and rested it next to my ear. I then laid my guitar on my stomach and started picking sad tunes as the song's instrumental played.
Thea's Perspective
I tailed Danny to the yard at the side of the hill. To keep him safe. I saw him lay down and watched the clouds, smiling alone, then frowned. I decided to do a little espionage. Don't get me wrong, I'll be there to be his company if he gets too bummed out again. He took out his phone from his pocket and put it next to his ear, playing 'You're Beautiful' by James Blunt. Then he laid his guitar on his stomach, starting to pick on the strings to the melodies of the guitar riff as the instrumental played. He added a little of his own lyrics to the song as well. It sounded a little like this:
*guitar riff intro*
My life was brilliant,
My life was pure...
I saw an angel,
Of that I'm sure...
She'd smile when we were together,
But now she's gone...
And I've been losing sleep on that,
'Cuz now she's gone forever...
You're beautiful, you're beautiful,
You're beautiful, it's true...
I saw your face, on the hospital bed...
And I really didn't know what to do...
Now I'll never be with you...
Da da da da, da da da da...
Da da da da, da da da!
You're beautiful, you're beautiful!
Your beautiful, it's true...
There must be an angel, with the smile on her face,
And I thought I could actually be with you,
But it's hard to face the truth,
(In the saddest tone) I will never be with you...
If I didn't know any better, I thought that he was singing about his sister. That concludes it, he's down in the dumps again. Welp, time to step in and interfere.
I stepped hard into the grass forward to get him to notice. "I know your up there Thea, come on down here," he called when he noticed me.
I walked down the hill to him and sat down. "Having one of your sad times again?"
"Yeah..." I laid down and put my paws on my stomach. He then switches to his Italian accent, making a deadpanned face expression. "Have ya ever been in a situation when you thought that you're ready to move on but you're actually not?"
"I can't say that I have," I replied, awkwardly.
"Huh...fa sure I thought you have. But 'cha know what I'm sayin', right?"
"Definitely. You must be devastated when lost them."
"I was, deeply."
Then I had a light bulb over my head. "Hey Danny, why don't I be your sister?" I said, turning my head, facing him.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What are ya talkin' about?"
"I'm saying that I want to be your pretend sister, to help you get over your sad times. But a much older sister, 7 years older in fact.
"You'd really do dat? Fa me?" He looked at me gladly.
"Anything for a kid like you who lost a sibling...and your whole family of course."
"Thank you, Thea. Really means a lot to me. Ya know, Geronimo's really lucky to have a little sis like you."
I blushed with glowing red cheeks. "Aw-shucks, Danny! Really?"
"I ain't kiddin'!" He replied, emphasizing by loudening his tone. "Ya help him get a scoop, ya save his life on some occasions, ya accompany him in his office when no one else is around when he does his work... I'm tellin' ya, ya do more than my sister does! Or at least, did..." He returned his proud smile back to a frown.
"Don't worry guy, I gotcha here... Now c'mon, let's go back inside. What's to do out here?"
"And what do you have planned inside, huh?"
"Well, you haven't showed me what's underground yet. Come to think of it, you have showed all of us what's underground yet."
"Aight then, I'll give you guys an exclusive tour. Let's go." We hopped back on our feet, or paws...Danny put on a show by getting up with a martial arts flip. Not forgetting what he took out of his pocket, we scampered back inside, with me feeling excited. Danny opened the doors, and the cold breeze from the inside air blew at us. As we entered, the others were seen doing their own stuff. Trap was on the couch, reading a magazine about pranks. The two mouslings were racing each other split screen in Need For Speed Most Wanted on Danny's Xbox, and Geronimo was surfing the internet on his MacBook Pro at the dining table, looking for a countermeasure against The Technologists' artillery.
We both approached him. "Hey, Geronimo. We were just going to take a tour in the underground levels. Wanna come with?" I asked.
"I'll...pass. I'm still looking for a counterattack against AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles and Black Hawks. You go on ahead."
The mouselings must've overheard. "Can we come?" said the two, simultaneously as their cars crashed head-to-head into each other.
"Sure," Danny permitted.
"Just be safe in there," advised Geronimo.
"No worries, the underground levels are secured and no one except me and you guys know about it," Danny reassured.
Geronimo looks around. "I know, but I can't help feeling that we're being eyed for some reason."
"Like a woman's intuition?" I insinuated.
"Yes, sort of. Don't you feel it, Thea?"
"Now that you've mentioned it, I do feel it. A tiny bit. But Danny's got some high tech security equipment underground. Isn't that right, Danny?" I turned to him.
"Uh..yeah! C'mon guys, let's go."
We followed Danny to the elevator which was unseen until he put his eye in front of a camouflaged retinal scanner. It was next to Geronimo, just a few feet where he was sitting. The doors which were also camouflaged as walls opened, and we stepped inside.
Later that morning...
2 hours later
Nearly half an hour after surveying replacement weapons in the much larger and organized armory, we then went to the library, then the airsoft room, where he keeps everything related to airsoft, then the 'remote controlled room' where he stores his remote controlled toys, followed the developer's room where he develops his video game(s).
We rode the secret elevator back up, rearmed with KRISS Vectors, including the mouslings (who were given the green light by the World Court). Those two resumed on racing (after repairing their cars) while Danny and I marched outside. Geronimo was at the range again (he was there yesterday), in his black shirt. His body and his M870 shotgun recoiled as he shot three slug rounds out of the 12 gauge barrel at a silhouette target 30 meters away, pumping the slide with every shot. His orange earmuffs absorbed the loud gunshot sounds, preventing his eardrums from tearing as the neon green-tinted protective eyewear retained his vision.
He noticed us walking towards him as he ejected his final shotgun shell. "Ah, Thea, Danny. You're back," he said, laying his shotgun on the table of his shooting booth. He took off his earmuffs after that. "How was the tour for you Thea?"
"It was awesome! You should have come with us."
"Having fun with the 12 gauge?" Danny asked.
"Well, I am having some fun," he answered, emphasizing the words 'am' and 'some', smiling. "But other than that, I'm just preparing for another possible battle with The Technologists. I can see you two have done your preparations as well?"
"Yeah, we switched to KRISS Vectors," I replied, feeling pumped as a cheerleader.
"I can use .45s, right," Danny wanted to reconfirm.
"Hmm...they didn't say what specific caliber you should use. But regarding to that matter, the General Secretariat called me on behalf if the World Court. They've given the go for all of us to carry assault rifles and or carbines at all times." Danny was deadpanned, raising both eyebrows. "So now I want you and the others to rearm yourselves once again."
Danny looked up, pumping his fists. "Yesssssss..." We headed back in and got the others to follow us back into the armory and chose the weapons of our choice.
Later that day...
7.56 p.m.
We spent almost half of the afternoon inside the armory, picking the most suitable weapons with ourselves. While the others were in the mini movie theater (which either me or Danny forgot to mention he had one), I was just going down the stairs after freshening up for the late night movie. I had my SCAR-L assault rifle slinging on my shoulder by a strap. I equipped it with a variety of attachments that included a foregrip, an EoTech 552 holographic sight and an extended, quad-stack, 60-round STANAG magazine.
The theater was separated from the mansion but it was connected by a roofed pathway with glass walls. It's entrance was at the side of the elevator. Lit by floor lights, I walked through the tunnel in my night cloths.
I pushed the theater door, and let it close by itself. I just figured out then that half the theater was built underground judging by the inclined rows of seats and the presence of stairs. With their weapons hanging on a hook behind the seats in front of them, I saw the others chit chatting and eating popcorn as they waited for my arrival. I crept stealthily, but it fail as I stepped on a squeaky floorboard. Benjamin noticed and saw me coming down.
"C'mon Aunt Thea! We've been waiting to watch Hot Fuzz!"
"Okay, I'm coming," I replied, starting to scurry down the steps.
"I thought kids aren't allowed to watch this movie," said Trap, scarfing down a pawful of popcorn from his bucket.
"We aren't, that's why I bought the censored version," Danny replied.
I tried to find a seat of the same row as them. Lucky enough, they saved me one, at the middle of the row, right next to Danny and Pandora.
I squeezed my way through and made it to my seat. "Popcorn?" Danny offered as I sat down. It was a good treat, how could I say no? I know it'll ruin my diet (although I am already curved and slender), but a little won't hurt.
"Sure," I accepted. I peered into the bucket and reached my paw in for the most buttered popcorn in the bucket.
"I just noticed something," said Pandora as I threw the popcorn kernel into my mouth.
"What?" I asked while chewing.
"Our guns have the same attachments and options," she analyzed, looking at others' guns. She was right. The same sights, foregrip and magazine capacity was applied to Geronimo's M4 CQB, Pandora's G36C, followed by Benjamin's SCAR PDW, and Trap's ACR Bushmaster. The only one different was Danny's HK416. It had an EoTech hybrid scope set, a bipod foregrip and flashlight, and an AN-PEQ 5 laser module.
"What are we? Telepathic?" Benjamin said sarcastically.
"Huh...go figure," Danny responded. "Alright, time to start the movie. J-Son! Lights out and roll the film!"
Seven hours after the movie ended...
3.50 a.m.
Danny and I were at Ehra-Lessien again. This time, I was driving Phantom in top speed. It was at high noon in the middle of autumn. The leaves were on the road and it flew again as Phantom sped past them. The holographic speedometer and the physical one read 274 miles and hour. With Danny as my co-driver, we almost tackled through the course. We couldn't hear each other talk, so we wore microphone equipped helmets.
"SO MUCH SPEED!" I yelled to the top of my lungs.
"You can say that again!"
It was almost near the 9.6 kilometer mark, but I haven't seen a single sight of the banked turn.
In the worst moment and speed to appear, a brick wall was seen with my keen mouse eyes, just one klick away. It was only a few seconds until we hit it.
I released my paw from the accelerator. "Uh, Danny! Brick wall up ahead!"
He didn't seem to care. He even suggested to drive into it! "Go right into it!"
"YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND?" I shouted into the microphone. "That's it, I'm stopping!" I stepped on the brakes as hard as I could. But the speed was only decreasing because of the accelerator pedal being released. I kicked it again and again. But still nothing. It seems that the brake cables have been cut.
I began to panic. "Uh-oh! The brakes are gone! Danny! What do we do?"
"Nothing! J-Son! Take over the controls!"
"Yes sir!" Phantom kept accelerating and even injected some NOS into the engine. I breathed heavily, the adrenalin rush made me restless as my heartbeat uncontrollably intensified.
"SEE YA ON THE OTHER SIDE, THEA!" Danny said his last words before we...
CRASH! Whew, I just woke up from another bad dream. Thank Gouda... I jolted up and sat on my bed. I was sweating, heavily breathing as adrenaline coursed along my bloodstream, and I was in an extreme shock. But the crash from the dream turned out to be real. It came from downstairs in the living room. It was loud, not from a drinking glass, it was as if the glass coffee table was being broken. J-son then sounded the intruder alarm.
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" J-Son alarmed.
Pandora seemed to have waken up too. "Thea," she called softly from the other bed.
"I heard. Follow the plan."
"What was it exactly?"
"You and Benjamin go protect Danny in his room. Me, Geronimo, and Trap will go after him."
"Got it..."
We grabbed our rifles that we tucked under our covers, just in case. We got out off our beds, got locked and loaded, and moved out of the room.
The boys from the room across the hall had already gone out. "Just in time, Thea," said Geronimo.
"Let's move," I replied.
The junior agents stealthily scampered to Danny's room and Benjamin knocked on his door thrice. He peeps out at first. "Quick, get in," he whispered.
Then I instructed Danny on how to stay safe. "Stay inside and be safe. Close the door and don't answer for anyone unless it's from one of us three, got it?" He nodded and shut the door.
The three of us took one-by-one steps on the stairs, not to alarm the intruder. We had help from the pads on our paws, they really assisted us. Downstairs in the living room, the tempered glass coffee table was smashed into tiny, sharp pieces. Then I saw a glimpse of a man about Danny's height in a black suit, a ski mask with a backpack. He crossed his arms in front of his face to cover it and escaped by running through the glass of the sliding doors, smashing more glass.
"There he is," Trap said quickly.
"Split up, you two chase him. I'll intercept him from the front," Geronimo commanded. Then, we started a foot chase. Or rather, a paw chase.
Geronimo ran down as I vaulted over the rails to make things go faster. Trap and I jumped over the glass to avoid our paws getting cut. We weren't wearing shoes, but we do on occasions.
We ran outside, aligning our site on his abdomen as we did. It was hard to see because of his dark apparel matching the surroundings. But the spotlights shone bright on the estate, making him slightly visible. He was really fast, nimble, and skinny. He sprinted as fast as the worlds fastest human, Usian Bolt, vaulted over plants and deck chairs, even slid under the outdoor table. We tried to sprint too but because of the heavy armament we carried, running wasn't really that easy. And with Trap running out stamina, I was forced to chase him alone...
Until the plan fell into place.
Geronimo then emerges from the courtyard and jumped on the intruder, landing with a loud grunt from both individuals. One of the grunts sounded very familiar. He sounded like a teenager who just entered puberty. The intruder cried as Geronimo kneeled on his back, putting his arms together, and cuffed them with plastic cable ties.
"Good job, G," Trap commented, panting.
Then he got back up on his foot, with Geronimo's aid. "Alright kid, let's see who you are." I let my SCAR sling on my shoulder and unmasked the perp. We just couldn't believe it. The three of us recoiled in a rude awakening.
It was Danny's neighbor and best friend back in Malaysia, Firas.
"What In the name of Gouda? Firas?"
"LET ME GO!" He yelled in my face, struggling to be free.
"You were the mole? This whole time?"
He 'answered' in a scratchy voice, trying to sound tough. "I know my rights. I don't have to say another word..."
"I cannot believe you! How could you betray your own best friend?"
"You don't understand. I ain't doing this for myself."
I put my right arm akimbo. "Yeah, but what if he finds out? What's he gonna think of you then?"
Geronimo then intervenes. "That's enough, the both of you." Then the turns to Firas. "And you, you have more to say when we interrogate you later. Right now, your under arrest for suspected espionage and trespassing an area under Interpol protection and surveillance. Trap, get Interpol on the phone for prisoner transport." He nodded and reached into his pocket for his phone.
"You...have a lot to explain," I said, looking at him with a face expression that said: "boyh, you're in a heap o' trouble'.
"I highly doubt that..."
My Perspective
I woke up from my sleep, in another dream to the intruder alarm. I got out of bed and nabbed the HK416 that was on my bedside table. After pulling the charging handle and turned the safety off, I took two huge steps to the light switch and turned them on. I followed the plan, and waited for Pandora and Benjamin to knock three times on my door. Not even finishing my first step away from the switch, the three knocks were heard. That was the signal to let my guardian angels in.
I took a quick peep with one eye. "Quick, get in," I said, opening the door wider.
I almost closed the door when Thea instructed me. "Stay inside and be safe. Close the door and don't answer for anyone unless it's from one of us three, got it?" I nodded and shut the door quietly.
Benjamin sat on the swivel chair of my computer desk set while Pandora took a seat on my bed. I sat next to her. Nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone was wearing pjs.
I sighed as I sat. "I don't like where this is going guys, not one bit. No one was supposed to know we were here."
"Did you feel any disturbances?" Benjamin asked, spinning on his chair.
"I...actually did. In my sleep." Then I felt it again, the chills down my spine, the goosebumps on my skin... I knew something else was wrong. "Whoa...there it is again."
"TWO disturbances in one night? Something must be really going on," Pandora concluded.
A few short minutes later, someone knocked on the door. "It's me, Thea!"
I answered the door. "Is it over?
I opened the door wider. "Uh...yeah. At lease this one is."
I felt relieved. "Oh, thank goodness..."
"But there's one slight problem. He's the mole and your not gonna believe who he was."
"I really don't wanna know..."
"Believe me, you should." She crossed her arms.
"Fine, hit me."
She uncrossed her arms. "I'm really sorry to say this, Danny...it was Firas."
I just laughed. "Oh, Thea... You're a real joker, I must say. But seriously though, who is it?" She raised her eyebrow. I recoiled into my room "No! You're not kidding!"
"Like I said, I'm sorry."
I looked out my window. "There has to be a mistake!"
"Believe me, there isn't." She walked into my room.
I turned to her. "No, no, no, no... That's-that's not the Firas I know and befriended with!" I stuttered, pointing out the window. I didn't even notice the two teenage mice's presence, listening to our argument.
"I know that's not him when you met him but he is what he is right now." Silence filled the room as the mouselings watched us argue awkwardly. I looked on the floor. "Prisoner transport's gonna pick him up in 15 minutes for interrogation at Interpol Washington-"
"Prisoner? How dare to refer to him as that!"
"Like I said with all due respect, he a no-good two-faced rat as we all know right know," she said, raising her tone.
I stormed past her, exiting the room. "We'll check the camera feeds then, I'll prove to you that he's innocent!"
"No use for that, we've found an iPad in his backpack. On the screen was a custom-built hacking software he used hack the camera's viewing angle." I stopped at the door upon hearing that.
"I've installed a hidden camera inside my Xbox's motion sensor on top of the TV. We'll find out from that..." I continued race-walking at while Thea followed me.
Security Room, Underground Levels
I really wanted to reject everything I saw in that video. I cried above the desk as the wall-mounted screen played, propping myself up with my arms. With every teardrop was a regret for not knowing that my best friend was a traitor.
In the footage, he was seen outside, holding his iPad to hack the cameras. The he picked the lock to the sliding doors to get inside. He closed it when he was in the living room, then he took out a handful of small devices that appeared to be bugs. Placing them all over the house. Under the cushions, behind the TV, even in the vase at the dining table. He looked around walking backwards. Finally, he tripped on the carpet, falling on his back and destroyed the coffee table.
I hung my head in misery as my eyes teared, dropping on the desk,. Feeling confused, mad and sad. "WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY FAULT!" I yelled in anger, swiping everything off the desk. I felt the bad aura filling the space. My elbows propped my body as grasped my hair in frustration.
Thea came to my side, laying her weapon on the desk. "Don't be so hard on yourself. None of us knew that this was gonna happen."
"Oh, Thea... Where did I go wrong with this..." I asked, weeping.
"We'll find out why he did this to you."
Then I made a decision and stopped weeping. "I wanna find out for myself. I'm going after him." I turned and walked away.
Thea tailed me. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You know that it's too risky for you to be out in the open."
"I don't care, I just wanna know why," I disregarded, and kept walking.
Thea caught up to me and put her paw on my shoulder. "Danny, wait-"
I cut her off. "Either you come with me, or I go alone and let one of my cars drive me."
She took a breath and sighed, letting go of me. "Danny, as your friend, I totally respect your decision, and I'm coming with you."
"I'm glad. Let's gear up."
Not so significantly long minutes later...
Everyone had powdered their noses, had a hot shower, with thermostat set on extremely hot (water was cold in American nights), got dressed in clean threads and got to the garage.
"Welcome to my sanctum!" I introduced the three mice to the garage. The juniors were upstairs.
"It's so much larger than the one you had Malaysia," Thea commented. It's true, it was much larger. It had a separate servicing station with complete equipment of an auto-repair garage and there are four turntables at the corners which was housed by my most used cars. There's one on the end of the garage, where the cars park after they drive out of storage, and where the holograms are projected for showcase. Also, the walls were sound insulated.
"Geronimo, you can drive Ameera."
"The keys are still inside her, right?"
"On one condition," I cut him off. "I get to come along."
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You know that it's too risky for you to be out in the open."
"That's exactly what she said. Literally," I stated, pointing to Thea.
"And what are the consequences if I don't?"
"I will tell Ameera to lock her manual controls and let her drive you while executing Protocol Rally."
"What is Protocol Rally, exactly?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Thea told me that you could be car sick at times, so this protocol is new that I programed into her commands. She'll turn on off-road mode and navigate through routes with the most turns, jumps and bumps at high speed. Both asphalt and dirt."
His face expression turns into one that said: 'you kiddin' me bro?' As he uncrossed his arms. "She had to tell you. You just had to tell him, didn't you, Thea?" he said, turning to his little sister, waving his arms.
"Sorry," apologized the sister. Geronimo kept silent to think about his decision. Thea approached her brother. "G, he lost his parents, he lost his dear sister, and just now, he just lost his best friend."
"Don't make me lose another one, G," I interrupted, referring to him. He sighed.
"Please, Geronimo. He only wants to find out why he did this to him," continued Thea.
Geronimo sighed again. "Alright, fine. But only because your my friend. And someone once told me that: 'you haven't lost anything until you lose a friend'."
"Then it's settled!" Thea exclaimed in joy.
"One more thing," I interrupted again, "get Benjamin and Pandora to come along. I'll need their moral support."
Geronimo groaned then reached into his coat pocket for his iPhone. "Yes, it's me, Benjamin. Danny wants you and Pandora to come along. He needs your moral support. Yes, he'll send the elevator up."
They came down after I scanned my eye. In their everyday outfits and weapons slinging on their shoulders, they hopped in and strapped in their seats. I summoned Antonio, my 2013 Lamborghini Aventador LP-700-4, out of storage.
With the EMP charged, turrets functional, the power of 880 horses outputting from the mid-mounted V12, and the downforce from the retractable spoiler, I knew that we were ready to get the show on the road.
As our two cars rolled out of the garage door, the lights planted at the side of the dirt path shone on our cars. Antonio's 20-inch, matte black, reinforced carbon fiber wheels slowly spun in style as Thea drove him slowly on the path, revving him. So was Ameera's 20-inch, 5-spoke, 911 Carrera wheels.
In the cockpit, the darkness inside was lit by the digital gauges and the HUD display. She reached for the spoiler adjuster switch and pushed it to raise the retractable spoiler. As the convoy stopped to wait for the gates to open, Thea brakes and shifts back to neutral gear as we tailed the prisoner transport truck.
"Thea, thanks for still having my back. Although I only met you and the gang a few days ago, I've full trust in you guys. It ain't easy to put your faith in someone in a 'trust no one, outrun everyone' kinda situation, you know?"
"Your welcome," she replied.
The gates finally opened, and the Interpol convoy continued their journey. The truck moved, and Thea shifted up into first, and repeatedly stepped on the sensitive gas pedal, to make Antonio drive very slowly. We exited the estate's gates, with the escorts outside the gates following behind us in their Dodge Chargers. We navigated through the dark, unlit forest and reached the empty highway.
After a brief helicopter chase cam shot on the highways...
Interpol Washington-Interrogation room
5.12 a.m.
I stood inside in the observation room with Thea and Geronimo, staring at his revolting face in disgust, with my hands on my back as he was being interrogated by Trap. Nothing seems to work, he just ignored whatever Trap said. He stared into the wall behind Trap, making a poker face. You do know who am I talking about right?
Trap was about fed up being ignored, so he left with empty hands. Or paws for this matter.
He then re-enters the room we were in, shutting the door behind him. "This isn't working guys, I can't crack his safe of secrets."
"Let me talk to him," I suggested. I looked back at them. "He'll only talk to me. Only I can crack that safe."
Everyone looked at Geronimo, waiting for his approval. "I can respect that."
"Thanks," I thanked (obviously), smiling. I stepped out, taking out my phone out of my pocket. I took time to set up my video that I sent from my Xbox cam. Then, I entered the interrogation room.
My life plunged into slow motion. As I entered the room, I breathed in the cold air, the smell of wooden scent from IKEA furniture inside stimulated my nasal receptors. My iris opened wide from the lack of light, as my retinas hungered for it. Firas was on the criminal's side of the room, his face first seemed shock when he saw me. Around him, floating, were imaginary seen words. Random words. I deducted everything that related to friendship, and they slowly disappeared. Then, the only words left was two-faced, double agent, back-stabber, two-timer, rat, a snake in the grass, traitor, and the most hurtful one of all, LIAR, spelled in all caps.
My life went back to normal speed. "Danny, I-I'm so sorry I did this to you. B-b-but I-I-I can fix this-" he stuttered.
I cut him off. "SAVE IT! I don't wanna hear another word. Now you tell me, that this isn't you..." I showed him to he video, leaning on the desk. Only within seconds the video played, he broke into tears and looked away, trying to deny it. "SAY THAT IT ISN'T SO!" My eyes watered as well.
"I'm sorry man, I couldn't live with the guilt anymore... It's me..." he said, sobbing. I recoiled in disdain.
"I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU! I TRUSTED YOU WITH ALL MY HEART! INSTEAD, YOU TOOK IT AND THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW!" He stayed quiet. "Why?!"
"Just one day before the Caltech infiltration, my parents and I were just having a happy family dinner at a restaurant," he started explaining, also I forgot to mention that he didn't have any siblings. "The next morning I got a call from an anonymous person, claimed that he was one of The Technologists. He said that they tampered the food my parents ate the night before with an electric-generating chip. If I don't become an inside man and send them intel every two days, they'll send down a hundred kilovolts to their brains, killing them instantly. So you see, I didn't really have a choice!"
I snapped, throwing my cellphone to the wall, destroying it and cutting him off. "YOU COULD HAVE COME TO ME! OR THEA, OR GERONIMO WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE!"
"I was so scared that they'd find out!"
A moment of silence entered the room. "So all those times we spent, were a lie? Just to gain my trust?"
"No, don't say that..." he rejected, shaking.
"YOU'RE DENYING IT BECAUSE IT'S TRUE!" I yelled. "After all I've done for you, after all we've been through... THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!" My anger was at the peek. I felt the Dark Side pulling me in, injecting me with power I've never felt. Someone had to save me before it consumes me.
I picked him up with Telekinesis, slamming him to the wall, Force Chocking him. "Danny-please! Let me-argh-go!"
Thea's Perspective
We watched in horror as Danny slammed Firas to the wall. Clearly his anger was at the top of its peak. "He's turning Sith! Thea, calm him down, NOW!" My brother ordered.
Without hesitation, I ran out the room and stormed into the next. "Danny! Stop it! This isn't who you are!" Gladly he heard me, slowly letting him down. Firas dropped on the floor crouching, gasping for air and holding his throat, coughing. I went to check on him, said he was okay. He walked back to his seat. As for Danny, he was losing his balance, swaying from side to side. He collapsed, luckily I managed to catch him as he was about to slam his head to the ground.
I rested him on my lap. "Danny! Danny, you OK?" I called, trying to get him conscious. He groaned as a response. 'Thank goodmouse, he's alright,' I thought. "You need some medical attention. Geronimo! Get a medic in-" he cut me off.
"No. Don't. I'm fine..." He wanted to get up, I helped him because he was still losing his balance.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah, just a little headache."
He sat on his seat and continued. I stayed behind him just in case something else happened. He took a deep breath and let it out heavily. He started with a deadpanned but serious look on his face. "So let me get this straight, so you were the whole reason that The Technologists knew where to find me?"
"Yeah," Firas replied, wiping his tears away. "I ain't proud of it."
"Explain."
"When you were walking to the shops with Thea, I tracked you down with your phone's GPS signal from home. I told the goons that you two were at the park. You shouldn't have turned it on."
"Probably the dumbest thing I've ever done... What about the car bombing?"
"I saw the display of your GPS in the car when you guys picked me up from school. You plotted a course set towards KL Tower. Then I told them that you were headed towards there, so they sent a guy to camp there until you came and left the car. That was when he made his move and strap a block of RDX on the undercarriage. He was in a black Sprinter." Come to think of it, there was a Merc Sprinter at the lot. He was there when we came, and gone when we were about to leave. "Thea, you shouldn't have plotted the course before you picked me up."
"Probably the dumbest thing I've ever done," I interrupted.
"And finally the attack, I just gave them your home address. That's all." I facepalmed and propped my body up with my elbows, feeling disappointed. Then I looked up. "But I know how to fix this. You have to trust me when I say I can-" when he said that, something inside me ticked. He just struck my nerve.
I snapped. "Trust you? TRUST YOU? After what you did to me...you expect me to TRUST YOU!"
"Please," Firas begged.
Danny leaned on the desk once again. "You want my trust? EARN IT. The same way you did for four years." He got up and had enough, with the chairs legs screeching against the floor. "C'mon, Thea. We're done here." He stormed out, I followed him slowly. As I closed the door, I could hear Firas weeping in regret.
I caught up to Danny who was beginning to slow his steps down in the hallway. "How'd you take it?" I asked.
"Regretfully," he answered. "It's confirmed, I lost another friend..."
I felt sorry for him. "D'awww, poor guy... Come here." In hopes of cheering him up, I threw my arm on his back and pulled him to my side. Bumping with a grunt, at least that put a faint smile on his face. We continued walking like that until we reached the lab.
As we entered the lab, Pandora and Benjamin were in the break room, respectively sucking on a lolipop and playing Real Racing 3 on a Ben Pad.
They rushed for us as they saw us enter the room. "How'd it go?" asked Pandora.
"Not so well, I had to snap him out because he slammed Firas against the wall, with the Force," I answered.
"That's not good, I can tell you that," Benjamin stated.
We started walking to the break room. "Aw, you poor thing. Come on let me take you in. I've a milkshake dispenser in the break room. Hope that cheers you up!" Pandora offered.
By the look on his face, he was getting better already. "I'd...I'd like that."
Danny will be running for the hills in the next chapter. See ya then!