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Chapter 17

Missing In Action

Present Day

"The forensics found traces of RDX explosive on the car and managed to pick up a semi-destroyed cellphone detonator in the aftermath," Geronimo stated. "They studied it detailedly and found the fingerprint of this man. J-Son, could you bring up Interpol's most wanted number five on the screen, please?" J-Son did as requested, and brought up a picture of a man from Interpol's most wanted list, along with his information on the side. He was blonde, had blue eyes and a round nose.

"His name is Brazier Williams, a 36-year old once-respected Englishman. He worked along side with the creator of your microchip, Professor Graham Phillips. He saw the evil he was about to unleash with the chip in Williams. So he kicked him out of Project Superhuman, and got kicked out of Caltech after Professor Philips told the rest."

"Now he resurfaces as the leader of The Technologists with his worldwide army to take back what he claimed is his," he added. He paused before adding another sentence. "He...was also the man who murdered my friend, Professor Charles Edam. He was one of my best friends since my childhood. He was also one of the smartest mice I know. He'd always help me when I'm stuck with homework, especially math. He grew up to be a weapons researcher just like your father and moved to Los Angeles. He secretly developed a missile that has a range so distant, it could circle the Earth twice. Williams discovered about this back in 2010, and wanted to recruit Edam as his weapons developer, like he did to your father. Professor Edam refused, and a death threat was told to him. In the next morning, he died in his S300 Mercedes when it exploded just when he closed the door at his driveway on his way to Caltech. That was why I, we, all became Interpol agents in the first place."

I had tears in my eyes, clenching my fists in anger.

"My dad and your friend died..." I chocked, overwhelming in emotions, "...in the hands of him?"

Geronimo nodded lightly. "If anyone were to blame for what happened to your family at that day, it should be me. I failed as head of security at that day to never keep my eyes off of them and to keep them safe. I'm so, so sorry, Danny. Truly I am."

I covered my face, and wallowed, crying. I couldn't feel anything but pain, it was like my heart just stopped beating. At the same time, anger and hatred grew bigger inside me. Putting me in danger of becoming a Sith.

Few hours later...

I spent the next 4 hours in the afternoon setting up a bunch of training dummies at both the indoor shooting range and the training room with the face of Williams printed on them. It was already four thirty after I finished. I shot them, shotgun-slugged them, trickshot them, rifled them, gunned them, quickscoped them, and even 360 no-scoped them. I was filled with so much hatred, I took an AA12 shotgun and just blasted the face and head off that training dummy with 32 birdshot shells at nearly point blank.

Next, I went to the training room and busted up even more training dummies. I superpunched and superkicked them, elbowed them, uppercut their jaws, even pulled off a horse kick at the chin on one of them.

As a final blow to the last unbroken dummy, I unhooked my long lightsaber hilt from my belt, twisted it thus splitting it in two, holding them upside down, and activated the blades. I came towards it running from a distance, jumped with a scream during airtime, and landed crouching in front of the dummy by crossing my arms and the lightsabers at the dummies throat, decapitating it.

I took a deep breath to not let myself be so uptight. I breathed out and settled down, when Thea stepped in.

"Hey, Danny," she squeaked, leaning against the door sill with her arms crossed. The head of the dummy dropped back to the ground and tumbled around.

Hearing her voice was the only thing at the moment that could douse the flames of my burning heart. So cool, it instantly...I don't want to exaggerate. All I'm saying is that why couldn't she say something to me before?

"Hey," I replied, standing up and deactivating my lightsaber. I turned to face her.

She uncrossed her arms and strolled towards me. "You okay?"

I rejoined the lightsaber halves and twisted it, making it as one. "Now that you're here..."

Thea rolled her eyes, smiling. "You're really skilled with that lightsaber. Can I hold it?"

I handed her, or rather pawed her my lightsaber by the hilt. "Sure..."

She twirled the hilt around like a baton twirler in a marching band. She stopped, turned the plasma blades on and twirled it some more like a bo staff. I had to step back for safety reasons. It whirred in high pitched as she twirled it from left to right, front to back, and above her head. Obviously she had skills.

Finally, she stopped with a stance where her legs bent, and held the hilt with both paws at an angle.

I was like: "Wow!"

"Ho ho! You're not too bad yourself!"

"Thank you," she blushed, retracting the plasma blades of the weapon.

She pawed the weapon back to me. "Who trained you anyway?"

"That's a secret you'll soon find out. Now? Well...it's a secret."

Geronimo unsuspectedly enters the room and interrupted. "Ehem...Thea? Danny? Meeting. In front of the central computer."

We followed him out. Every one was already gathered in front of the computer, awaiting Geronimo to get in front, murmuring.

"Alright! I want everyone to settle down and can I have your attention please!" said Geronimo as soon he climbed up the steps to the central computer. They respected his request and the murmurs slowly faded. "Thank you all for listening. Now, the US Department of Justice found out that we were the ones piloting Danny's cars dangerously on public roads, identified us and demands an explanation from me in person on behalf of you all and the General Secretariat."

"Alone?" asked Geronimo's sister, standing in front of the crowd.

"Yes. The Secretariat himself phoned me himself telling me where to meet up."

"In that case, we're coming with," Hussein volunteered, taking a step forward from the crowd.

"I'm afraid no one can come with me. He strictly said that I need to come alone."

That's when chills started to run down my spine and left goosebumps behind.

I stepped forward to speak up. "In that case, as a friend, I do not permit you not to go."

"Give me one good reason," he demanded.

I came close to him and spoke aloud. "Geronimo, I have a bad feeling about this. Just after you mentioned 'strictly to come alone', I felt a disturbance in the Force."

"To me, mere instincts do not and cannot prove anything."

Thea comes up next to me to speak. "Geronimo, I know that I don't know that much, but I do know that if a Jedi feels a disturbance in the Force, it means that something bad is about to happen! Listen to what your friend is saying!"

"I'm sorry Thea, but my decision is final."

I interjected. "Fine. But on one condition. I'm assigning one of the Ghosts to drop you off at the meeting point and to keep a close eye on you."

"Fine. As a friend, I respect your condition and shall grant it."

"When and where's Banshee supposed to drop you off?"

"Tonight. Eight o'clock, at the Las Vegas Strip, outside The Mirage."

Outside The Mirage

The Strip, Las Vegas

2055 hours

Our operation to keep Geronimo safe began with us in front of the central computer screen and me sitting on the swivel chair, eagerly watching the live feed from Banshee's bumper cam, dashcam, and side-mirror cam which she pointed to him and zoomed in. She was parked at the side of Spring Mountain Road, a few meters away from Geronimo was standing, avoiding from being seen by suspicious people.

"Five mikes left people, still no sign of anyone to pick you up, Cheezenaber," I began, speaking through a throat mic.

"They'll be here, Eyes, don't worry," he replied full of confidence.

Five minutes gone by, still no sign of who's going to pick him up to the meeting.

"It's been five mikes, Cheesenabber. Still no sign," I said.

"Like I said, they'll show up."

Just moments since our last contact, a black Ford panel van drove past Banshee.

"Be alert, Cheesenabber. Black fourth generation Ford Econoline panel van spotted, heading your way."

"Copy that, Eyes. I have sights on the vehicle."

I zoomed in on the side mirror cam feed and saw the van closed in on Geronimo. "The vans on to you Cheesenabber, IT'S A TRAP! RUN!"

"Roger!" Geronimo started sprinting along the sidewalk as the van zeroed in on him.

"Banshee, ENGAGE!" I signaled.

"Affirmative, sir!" She started her 1000-horsepower engine and burned out into The Strip.

The van was just driving alongside him when I viewed the dashcam. The door opened, his head was bagged, and he was pulled inside the van.

At that point, everyone gasped as they watched in horror.

"CHEESENABBER! DO YOU COPY?" Nothing, just static interference. "CHEESENABBER! DO YOU READ? RESPOND!" Still no reply, his earpiece was either turned off or pulled out of his ear.

"DAMMIT!" I slammed my fist on the control panel. "BANSHEE, ENGAGE!" I demanded, carrying the same message for the second time.

"Engaging, sir!" She floored it and sped after the van.

We all saw the van u-turned at Flamingo Road.

"Don't let him get away, Banshee!"

"Proceeding to u-turn at Flamingo Road."

We kept watching in anxiety as Banshee pulled a donut at the u-turn. As soon as she did, the van was no longer there.

"What in the name of cheese!" Thea exclaimed, coming close to me.

"Sir, the vehicle is no longer in sight! He is officially gone AWOL! I repeat, Cheesenabber is M.I.A.!"

I spoke to the other cars. "CODE, AWOL! ALL CARS DEPLOY! SEARCH FOR CELL SIGNAL, EARPIECE SIGNAL, ANYTHING ASSOCIATED TO GERONIMO STILTON!" They started their engines and drove to the exit tunnel. "SPLIT UP, SEARCH THE WHOLE STRIP! IF NOTHING FOUND, CANVAS AND SCAN THE WHOLE OF LAS VEGAS!"

My final and harsh order; "I WANT HIM FOUND!"

They responded and obeyed as they exited the tunnel with an airtime. "YES SIR!"

What will happen to Geronimo? Find out in the next chapter!