A Race Displaced
Chapter 9
The Mission
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this..." Calamaird grumbled as he drove down the highway,
"Be quiet and drive..." Starly grumbled as he sat in the back,
"You don't know what we're dealing with." Splat told the officer, "There were two things back there looking to splat us, and all were invulnerable to inkshots!"
"What about this guy, huh!?" Calamaird said, pointing to Starly, "This guy took a pistol to the face!"
"He's good now." Paprika told him, "He's helping us."
"Absolutely." Starly reaffirmed her statement, "But those other two are not as merciful."
"You mean the man and the woman?" Calamaird said and pulled out some wanted posters, "These two?"
"Yeah." Splat looked at them, "They looked like this.. Except this guy was a giant!" he pointed to the sketch of Triton,
"I hope they don't know where we are..." Paprika mumbled to herself as they went down the highway.
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"Hmm..." Triton pondered as he saw the broken Fiji Cafe with all the officers surrounding it, "What have we here?" he said and walked over to the scene.
"Sir." a police officer told a detective, "Officer Calamaird responded to this scene, but his car is nowhere to be found!"
"Have you located him in person?" the detective asked, all heard by the prying ears of Triton,
"No sir." the officer answered, "Do you think they got hi- Hey!" he yelled at Triton, who broke into the crime scene.
"Don't you se-AH!" the detective screamed when she was knocked inside the cafe by Triton,
"Ge- AH!" the officer was splatted when Triton shot him in the head with a police pistol,
"Hm..." Triton scoffed and walked inside a patrol car, "Ah.." he looked at the radio.
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"Officer Calamaird, Officer Calamaird." the radio inside Calamaird's car sounded, it was Triton, "This is Officer Trayton." he said, "Where is your location?"
"This is Officer Calamaird." Calamaird responded, "I am.. uh... helping a pregnant woman..." he lied, getting him a mean glare from Paprika,
"Your location, officer!" Triton growled,
"I'm heading to... 9235 Chisolm Trail." Calamaird responded, not knowing who was speaking,
"Hey..." Starly said in suspicion,
"Thank you... and who is the woman you are helping?" Triton continued,
"Uh... I don't have the mother.. but the father is Splat Aq-"
POOM! Starly ripped the metal cage and punched the radio.
"What the heck!?" Calamaird yelled angrily,
"We cannot let anyone know where we are going." Starly told him, "Our enemies are powerful."
"That doesn't mean you had to break my radio!" Calamaird pounded the wheel, "Argh.." he growled,
"He's right, though." Splat told him.
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"9235 Chisolm Trail." Triton typed into the police computer, then connected it to the GPS, "Ah..." he grinned in victory.
"Get him! Get him!" some more police officers arrived, then started shooting Triton's car.
KREEE! The tires of the stolen patrol car screeched when Triton pulled a hard escape,
"There he is..." Britannia saw the scene, "I can't let him get away!" she yelled, then saw a vehicle stopping, since she was in the middle of the road.
"Get out!" the driver yelled, "Get off the road, stupid lass!" he honked at her,
"Hmph.." Britannia grunted and towards the vehicle, "HA!" she used her whip,
"AH!" The driver screamed when the whip broke through the front window and wrapped around his neck,
"HA!" Britannia reeled him out,
"Wah!" The driver hit the pavement,
"Thank you for your donation." Britannia told him and hopped inside the vehicle.
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"How far are we from your grandparents' house?" Paprika asked Splat,
"Well, it says here we still have 20 minutes." Splat informed, "Yeah, my grandparents live pretty far out."
"You never took me to get acquainted with them." Starly chuckled,
"Hey..." Calamaird mumbled as he saw several police cars on the opposing side speed off, "What's going on?"
"It may have something to do with that helicopter..." Starly responded, seeing a small dot on the horizon, "And..." he paused,
"What is it?" Splat turned, then gasped in shock.
Behind their car was a whole row of police cars, sirens blaring, lights spazzing, covering all the lanes.
"Calamaird..." Splat said, "Gun it!" he yelled,
"Why?" Calamaird asked and then looked at his mirror, "AH!" he said in surprise when he saw the sight.
"Gun it! Gun it!" Paprika urged him, and the car accelerated,
"Who's that?" Starly looked back behind them, then saw a lone police car, the only one without the lights on.
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"Here's Triton!" Triton laughed as he drove ferociously down the road, nearly wrecking the car since it was at its limits.
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"Where do we go now?" Tinker said as they rode on the metro.
"Far away from the city." Ink answered, "So we won't get in trouble again and we could refresh our minds."
"Yeah... we need to reel this all in." Callie rubbed her temples, "How are we here... when here went up in smoke?"
"I guess the human's thingie-ma-jigger actually did work." Pacifica shrugged, "And this is actually a Universe where humans never came and screwed everything up."
"That could be it, really." Marie nodded, "If so, that would be so awesome!"
"The good part is nothing truly bad has happened here." Ink chuckled, unaware of the conflict happening.
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"Squidata!" General Clammers stormed inside the lab where the Professor and his scientists were working, along with a handful of soldiers.
"What is it, General?" Squidata turned to the inkling, "Is there something wrong?"
"Damn it, Squidata!" Clammers yelled, "Doesn't your building have one damn television to watch the stinkin' news!? There's someone splattin' cops out there!" he alerted, "I can't get the army to check it out because we're too small right now and are guarding the Octarian border! You know what happened not too long ago!"
"That's why I made the Squidata Civil Defense Programme." Squidata responded, "So there will not be so many casualties in Inkopolis after an Octarian Invasion. But really now?"
"Three individuals!" Clammers blurted, "They're splatting our servicemen left and right! So it's about high time you use that funding money, move those tentacles of yours, and get me a Civil Defense Patroller!"
"Well, we only have four now, General." Squidata pointed to four test tubes, two of them held female figures and the others held two large male figures.
"Give me that one!" Clammers pointed to the third capsule.
"Do you want Triton?" Squidata muttered, "I'm sorry sir... But I really don't want to let him go... he and the Brittlestar Sisters were my first ones."
"Then give me the strongest one you got!" Clammers erupted in rage, "Give me the King!"
"Very well." Squidata said, "Release King!" he told his scientists, who promptly obeyed, "Good choice, general." he told the Inkling, "The supercomputer has just finished programming him, he's fully domesticated."
"Good good." Clammers stroked his chin, "I hope he works well." he looked at King, who was being dressed up.
King was a very large male humanoid with a tan tint to his skin and red combed back hair. He had some brown spots running throughout his skin and pitch black pupils.
"I hope your Civil Defense Programme works well." Clammers told him, "There's also been reports of a mysterious figure jumping about.. maybe one of your Patrollers can get in on that- folks calling him a ghost, a phantom.."
"With the funding, I am starting to make the Triton Series." Squidata said, "Next will be the King Series, then the Brittle Series... After that, who knows?"
"Very well." Clammers nodded as King walked over to them, "Come on... We got us some cop splatters to take down." he told King, who responded with a nod and followed the entourage out.