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was a newer version of the shadowcraft.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.”
