Where to start... I created a cover for this story. As for who Kobra is, you'll find out soon enough!
On a completely unrelated note (and a much sadder one too) my dog has been having some issues lately. She gets extremely bloated when she eats, she's been losing fur, her skin patches where the fur has fallen out has become rough, dry and scaly, and she's been losing muscle mass. So I took her to the vet, and he found a large mass near her liver or spleen. Bad news, he thinks it's serious; a tumor or cancer. She is 12 years old, and she's always been a special dog and very close to me. He's doing some tests and bloodwork to see what it is. I'm asking for your guys' help; please pray for her, and for it not be anything life-threatening.
I'm not feeling up to writing, but I'm kinda forcing myself (given the circumstances). Please review, as I've said earlier, it really means a lot to me. Knowing I have your support makes me want to write more.
"NO!" Bre struggled against Jenny and Erica, who were trying to remove her from Dante. They had arrived at Sky One. Surprisingly, nobody had noticed the scared, haunted gleam in her eyes. This situation was rather similar to one when she had been captured, except the enemy at that time used a sedative. "I'M NOT LEAVING DANTE!" At this, Duke and Trek, who had been watching (getting free entertainment, it was better than TV), shared a glance that said 'Really? About twenty minutes ago, she didn't want to get in Dante'.
In the hospital portion of Sky One, Kyle was watching via security cameras. His attitude, so different from the plotting, brilliant mind they all were used to, was a glum, depressed one. "So this is the replacement driver for Dante?" He mused out loud. "She's got spunk, I'll give her that. But by twenty-four hours, she'll be gone. I'm not letting anyone be your driver, Dante. I'll prove I'm fine, and she won't be able to handle the pressure." With that, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, grimacing in pain. The numbing effect of the painkillers did little to ease the fire raging everywhere that a bullet or two had entered. Jumping off the bed, he took a step forward-
-and collapsed. What had he been thinking about letting anyone else drive Dante? The drugs were obviously messing with his head. Seething, Kyle groped blindly for the button that would summon the doctor.
Meanwhile, lights started flashing. "Warning: Kyle Stewart has departed his bed. Warning: Mr. Stewart is drugged. He must be captured immediately." A robotic, false voice said.
Bre froze, as did her captors. "What's going on?" She asked.
"He must have thought he needed to work." Jenny said, a determined look on her face. She turned to Duke and Trek. "Trek, guard her. Erica and Duke, come with me. Since Kyle's been drugged, he might not recognize us." With that, she bolted to the hospital, Duke and Erica hot on her heels.
Trek cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation, and even more so at being left alone with some ninja-like girl who could stop all of them.
"I'm not going to escape, if that's what you're so nervous about." Bre said, turning to face him.
"Me? Nervous? Ha, I don't even get nervous when I'm working on a ticking time-bomb." Trek said, scratching his head.
"You've worked on time-release-mechanism bombs?" This was a subject that she knew well of.
"Well, uh, yeah." was Trek's response. He was astonished that she knew about them.
"Have you ever taken apart a Class B Delta 'Click' bomb?" She asked, eyeing this new genius.
"How does a kid like you know about this stuff? The CBD 'Click' is restricted." Trek gasped.
"I could take one apart and put it back together again with my eyes shut." She said, leaning back and getting more comfortable in Dante.
Trek was getting more accustomed to this unique person. "Really? Prove it. Draw a quick sketch of what it looks like, and then tell me the procedures to disarm it."
"Can I have a piece of paper and a pen?" She asked, looking him in the eye (for the first time, he noticed).
"Sure. Dante?" Leaning over, he tapped the hood with his fingers.
"I don't take orders from you." Dante said snootily.
"Maybe not from me, but from your new driver!" Trek said, throwing his arms up in the air.
"She is not my new driver, just merely a temporary replacement for Kyle while he heals." the sport utility vehicle said, a frown in his voice.
"Can I have a piece of paper and a pen?" She asked once again, and once again, they were ignoring her. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled. Everyone snapped to attention, even the mechanics. "Please?" She added.
"Fine, fine." Dante irritably muttered, opening a tray that held a large amount of paper, and another that held several pens.
"Thank you, Dante." Bre said smoothly.
"At least she has manners." Trek pointed out.
"Maybe her parents actually taught her something." Dante said, and Bre froze. The room went deathly silent.
"What did you just say?" Bre demanded, glaring at the car. "What did you just say?!" She kicked one of his front tires angrily. "Never, ever, bring up my parents again." She seized a wrench and stalked towards Dante. She raised it as if she was about to strike the smooth metal hood. But just before she hit it, she lowered it and rested it gently on the hood. "Next time you bring up my parents, I will put a dent in you. Such a big one, you'll need a new hood." she snarled, then she took it and set it back down where it originally was. Then she stalked out of the garage, before she took off running. Bre found herself in the communications room, all alone. It was then that she allowed the tears to fall.
Trek stood there, stunned. "Woah." He breathed out. And he thought Erica's temperamental-ness was feisty. Then his senses took control and he sprinted after her. Looking around, there was two ways she could have gone: to the kitchen, or to the communications room. He was about to head to the kitchen when he heard a lone sob come from the communications room. Quickly he headed in that direction, and found her on the floor, curled up in a ball. He slid down next to her.
"What's wrong?" The youngest TKR member asked.
Bre turned to face him, with only one thing to say. "You cut the brown wire, then the yellow, then the blue. Screw the left bolt counterclockwise, then remove. Screw the right bolt clockwise and remove. Cut the orange wire, then the green, and finally the red."
It was the perfect instructions for deactivating the CBD bomb.
"Never cut the black wire." She whispered, turning back away from him.
Why? Because even if you had done everything, the black wire was the fail-proof, last ditch security measure. If you cut it, boom.
For Trek, this was her warning: Don't try to help her right now. Or she might explode.