The Turn: Chapter Thirty-Four

The Turn

Chapter Thirty-Four

~Jailbreak~

Two Years Before The Turn

Chaud looked at the ceiling. He had lost track of how long he was in prison. It could have been a few hours or a few days. He could feel his sanity fraying at the edges. With nothing to do but to sit in a white room and stared at the walls does things to one’s mind.

There was the loud blare that signaled when something, anything really, was about to change. Chaud glanced across the room. The door to his cell opened. He got up slowly and walked to the door. Chaud leaned against the door frame and looked around.

None of the other doors were open. He walked down the hallway until he reached a fork in the road. Down one hallway the lights were turned off. The other hallway’s lights were turned on. Chaud walked down the lite hallway.

He walked through a maze of hallways until he reached an elevator. The doors opened by themselves and waited for him to walk inside before closing behind him.

“Man, you are running slow today,” a voice on the intercom.

Chaud looked around, “Miwa? Is that you?”

“At your service,” the humanoid answered.

Chaud sighed with relief, “Boy am I glad to hear your voice. What about the others?”

“You’re the last one,” Miwa stated, “You’re cell took the longest to hack. You know how much trouble I’m going to be in? They might even scrap me!”

Chaud smiled, “I won’t let them do that. Where are all the guards?”

“Fake electrical failure in block C. They all went running when they though the worst of the worst were out walking around. You’ve got to move quickly. They are bound to notice the nightwing eventually.”

The nightwing was a newer version of the shadowcraft.

“How long as it been?” Chaud asked.

“Three almost four days,” Miwa responded.

“Seriously?” Chaud looked around.

“Yep.”

The doors opened and Chaud walked out. He crouched down when he saw the entrance guard. The guard sat at his desk and was practically asleep. But to be sure, Chaud creped quietly and reached the double doors. They opened for Chaud and he walked out into the open.

It was night when he emerged from the prison. The nightwing was on the helipad waiting to take off. Chaud ran to the nightwing and got in. He was happy to see the remaining members of his team mates. All of them looked a little mentally worn out. Chaud looked at the pilot’s seat to see Miwa sitting there. Miwa smiled back at him before taking off in to the air. The nightwing equipped its cloaking device and turned invisible in the light sky.

“Where are we going?” Chaud asked.

“Have you heard of that Puppetmaster?” Miwa looked back with a smile.

Zara’s ears perked up, “You know Puppetmaster?”

“Uh, yeah,” Miwa smiled, “He’s the one who hired me to break you guys out.”

“Hired?” Chaud raised an eyebrow.

Miwa nodded, “Just because I do jobs for you free don’t mean I do that for everyone.”

“At this rate, you’ll be selling Tower secrets,” Chaud rolled his eyes.

“I’d never!” Miwa looked insulted, “I mean just the implication is hurtful! Besides I’m programed with a failsafe that prevents me doing that very thing.”

Chaud looked around. Everyone looked subdued and tired. The nightwing flew silently through the night. The craft landed in Transaction Square. Puppetmaster sat quietly at one of the tables. He smiled as Zara came into view.

Puppetmaster rose from his cross-legged positions and walked up to the teens. Shuppet sat on his shoulder.

“I assume you are all rather tired,” Puppetmaster smiled.

“That’s an understatement,” Deontay muttered.

“My shop is nearby,” Puppetmaster turned to lead the way, “It shouldn’t take long.”

“Hey, what about my pay?” Miwa called.

Puppetmaster pointed toward a wooden box he left at one of the tables, “It should all be there.”

“Who have you bankrupted this time?” Zara asked.

“Now, now, I’m not that evil,” Puppetmaster looked at her, “After all; I got you out didn’t I?”

“You can get in a lot of trouble you know,” Zara looked a little concerned.

Puppetmaster smiled, “Don’t worry about me. Just get some sleep tonight.”

They walked to Puppetmaster’s shop and he led them to the upper levels. There were several rooms for the kids to sleep in. Chaud and Deontay shared one room while Zara and Vicky shared another. The twins had their own room as well. He disabled and took off their bracelets before sending them off to their rooms. Zara looked back at Puppetmaster before she went in her room.

“You know that when they realize that we’re gone this is one of the places they will look for us,” Zara stated.

Puppetmaster smiled and pulled her close for a hug, “Don’t worry you’re pretty little head. I’ll take care of everything.”

With that, Puppetmaster shooed her off into her room.

IOIOIOIOI

Kaiba sat at his desk late into the night. He decided to work late on the project his father asked him to do. The past three days had been especially taxing. There was the media control that had grown into an exponential problem. There was even some talk about a secret organization being bounced around. Even though Kiri had the problem under the best of her control she couldn’t handle everything. The team she was assigned helped but a lot still went through their filters. Kaiba found himself helping out more than he thought.

Even if Kaiba agreed to look into the laptop’s contents, he had only just recently gotten the time to do so.

He looked at what the encrypted files had to offer. They mentioned a lot about Metamor. As to what Metamor was, Kaiba couldn’t find any information about it other than its name.

He did find, however, a little more information about the New Order. Apparently their goal was to “unite the world for peace” or something of that nature. Utter nonsense really. Basically, it was all just fancy talk for “we want to take over the world”. What concerned him was that there really was no information as to their base of operations other than a mentioning of an island.

The clock neared midnight when he received a call. Kaiba answered it casually and listened to the frantic man on the other end. He nodded occasionally as he listened silently. When the call was finished he hung up and picked the phone up again.

“Hello?” a groggy voice answered on the other end.

“Good morning, father,” Kaiba said as he typed away at his key board.

Sirius sighed, “What is it?”

“Well, I have bad new and worse news. Which would you like first?” Kaiba stated.

“Kaiba…”

“I’ll start with the bad then. It turns out we do have a cult bent on taking over the world.”

Sirius yawned, “Again? When will they get the message?”

“The worse news is that Chaud and the others escaped.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Kaiba paused in his typing and leaned into the phone.

“Father, are you still there?” Kaiba asked.

“No, but he does look rather pale right now,” his mother got on the line.

“Where is he?” Kaiba was slightly confused.

“I don’t know for sure,” she almost laughed, “He said something about grounding Chaud for life if he ever got his hands on him. I take it little Chaud got away.”

“It’s safe to say that,” Kaiba nodded.

“Good for him,” she sounded a little too happy, “Oh, here comes your father.”

“Don’t see how they would have missed the helicopter!” Sirius muttered loudly, “I mean, I think it unlikely that they swam.”

Kaiba considered the statement, “Unless it wasn’t a helicopter.”

Mrs. Galaxy relayed the message, “He says unless it wasn’t a helicopter.”

“Well, figure it out,” Sirius called, “I’m on my way down.”

“He says he’ll be right down,” Mrs. Galaxy said.

“Thank you, mother,” Kaiba said before hanging up. He had the feeling he wasn’t going to get to go to sleep that night.

IOIOIOIOI

Scar arrived at the island just as the Metamor was being wheeled out. The enormous ship looked menacing against the late afternoon sky. He smiled. With a weapon like that at their disposal the rest of the world would be no trouble against the New Order.

The driver opened the car door for Scar and he got into the car. They drove to the building and were welcomed by a small group of people. Scar stepped out and walked toward them.

“Is everything ready?” Scar asked.

“Almost sir, everything should be ready for trial in a few hours,” a scientist answered.

“We’re going against a very powerful organization,” the driver stated.

Another scientist nodded, “Yes, yes. When we heard of your intentions we went out to find an answer. We found out something very interesting.”

They walked inside. They entered a room filled with equipment. On one of the tables was, quite frankly, and oversized needle similar to the ones kids get shoots with. But at the same time it was very different. It was about ten feet in length. Three panels were attached to the central body. The central body was clear and transparent with a silver white liquid inside.

The driver looked at it blankly, “What is that?”

“It looks interesting,” Scar commented.

“They call it Silver Void,” the scientist smiled.

“They?” the driver asked.

“One of the residents of the Island. He works in a prison separated from the Island itself and he said they use the Silver void to inhibit the inmates powers. The informant heard of the New Order from one of the inmates and got in contact with one of our scientists on the mainland. He will even tell us where the Island is,” the scientist smiled.

“How can we trust this man?” the driver narrowed his eyes.

“He believes in our cause—”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” the driver looked at the device, “How does this work?”

A scientist pushed his glasses up his nose, “It falls into the ground point first and then it activates radiating Silver Void for quite a ways. It wears off after a while though since we won’t be replacing it on a regular basis like they do at the prison but the device should last for about a year or two.”

“Has it been tested?” Scar asked.

“Yes, with impressive results,” the scientist smiled.

“Good,” the driver nodded, “we leave when the Metamor is ready.”