Unity - an alan walker fanfiction

18.

Chris pulled up outside a warehouse in downtown LA, and we got out, though I wasn't sure a storage area was the best place to hold a party. I asked Chris about it, as Alan also looked confused, but he only relied with
"Wait and see." Before putting on his marshmello helmet. Alan pulled n his mask up, and I did too, following the couple to a vending machine in the other side of the building. Chris typed a number into the keypad, and the whole thing swung forward to reveal a secret entrance.
"Hva faen? [What the fuck?]" I cried, surprised, despite the fact that I knew it was there.
"Bad choice of words, 13. I can see at least 4 Norwegians here already." Chris was already inside talking to another person, who proceeded to screech
"Everybody! Mellowalker turned up!"
Alan rolled his eyes, and I'm pretty sure Chris did too, under the helmet.
"13, this is Tijs, also known as-"
"Tiësto, jeg vet [I know], Alan."
"So the teen speaks Norwegian? Good choice, Alan." Tijs was obviously assuming I was thier daughter.
"Tijs, she's not our daughter. This is Walker 19013, the one who wrote 'shadows'?" Chris said, and I swear he was giving Tijs a death stare. I spotted Au/ra on the other side of the room and started to walk over to her, happy to see a friendly face in the sea of strangers.
"Uh, I see someone I know, Imma go talk to her..." I stuttered
"Not so fast, I want to introduce you to some people." Chris told me, leading me to a group of DJs chatting in one corner.
"AV-8, play Alan Walker's Time remix." I said, the drone still only a metre behind me. The soft anthem sounded through the headphone, soothing my nerves and making me relax. I spotted K-391 among the producers, but other than that, I didn't recognise any of them. Me and my wierd sense of music. "This is Kyrre, or Kygo, as you'd know him. Joel is deadmau5, Julian is Slushii, Sonny is skrillex, etc." They waved in turn as Chris said thier names.
"You already met Tijs and K."
"Hey!" I waved back awkwardly,  feeling bad that I didn't really know much about some of the biggest names in DJing.
"I'm 19013. pst, Mello, will they tell anyone if I tell them my name?"
"Nah, you can trust them. Except Joel. And you can call me Chris, they know that's my name."
"Dude, you're still angry 'cause I said you stole my helmet idea? Now that's what I call holding a grudge." Joel had turned to Chris and I could tell he was laughing, despite the fact they both looked like they could murder the other.
"Hey, guys, break it up, or I'll send in AV-8 to test out a new function I programmed. I think you saw me using it the other day, Chris? Y'know, the lightning?"
The two of them turned to me, thier helmets under thier arms and expressions of shock on thier faces.
"Ise, you're kidding, right? You shorted out half of the neighbourhood's electricity using that." Alan cut in, Jamie [A/N: For anyone not aware, Jamie is Au/ra's real name] and Julie Bergan following him over from where he'd been talking to some other producers.
"Alan, it's called experimental testing. I wanted to see what the maximum amount of energy he could channel was. Anyway, I don't know why you're  complaining, it didn't take down Avem or any of the other drones, and the power was back up in no time."
"Uh, can someone explain what the freaking hell they're talking about?" Sonny asked
"I mean, Avem? AV-8? What is this? Have you been keeping more secrets from us, Alan?" The other DJs sat back, watching us.
"Guys, this is AV-8, my walker drone. Avem, the other one, is Alan's." I told them, indicating the two drones floating above us.
"And as for secrets, it's not just Alan, is it, K?" Kenneth blushed and swatted his hand at me.
"I told you not to mention that to anyone until it was finished, Stormy! You were supposed to be helping me with it, but I haven't heard anything from you for months!" I facepalmed.
"Kenneth, don't you ever read your emails? I sent you the correct code over 12 weeks ago. I even tested it out on my own headset. Got a free holiday to Scotland."
"Stop kidding me Stormy."
"Look at me. I sent it to you 3 months ago. Believe me now? I'll find the email if you don't."
"I don't care, just download it to the headphones, please." He handed me the headset and I fished my phone from the pocket of my hoodie.
"You're lucky I brought this." I said, connecting the two devices via Bluetooth.
"Why wouldn't you bring your phone?" Asked another DJ, walking up and putting his arm around Tijs' shoulders.
"Martin Garrix, right?" I said, glad I recognised someone else, even if I didn't know them. The orange light lit up, signalling that the download was finished and I handed Ken his headphones back.
"AV-8 can call anyone I would need to talk to, aka Alan and my friends. They're literally the only people that would want to talk to me at this time of night." He shrugged and turned to Tijs.
"Steve is playing a set soon if you wanna come watch, man."
"Anyway, what is your name? You introduced yourself as 19013, Alan called you ice, and Kenneth is referring to you as Stormy? Jeg er bokstavelig talt definisjonen av forvirring akkurat nå. [I am literally the definition of confusion right now.]" I sighed and mentally slapped myself for confusing a bunch of world-famous DJs the first time I met them.
"My real name is Iselin, but Chris and Alan insist on calling me Ise. In the Walker community and onstage I am known as 19013-"
"And when she's in area 391, she's Admiral Stormy." Ken finished.
"And now, because she so kindly downloaded the code for me, I'm going to give you a demonstration of my headset. I hope this works, Admiral."
"I told you, I tested it myself. All the functions work. All three modes are operational, but you can test it if you want. Just press the logo and wait for the light to flash orange." He did so and the LED lit up, giving the all clear.
"ER or GTS?" I asked him, using our terms for Escape Reality and Global Transportation System.
"GTS, given that you already tested that. But only to the other side of the room. Don't take me to Vietnam." I laughed and entered the coordinates into the headphones using a projected keyboard that appeared when I said 'enter destination.'
"All set, Grand Admiral. Happy travels!" I saluted him and he gave me a curt nod before putting the headphones on. Orange lines traced themselves from his ears to all across his face and then he dissapeared, the headset following after him. Almost immediately, he rematerialized across the room from us, catching the earphones with his foot and then walking back over.
"Good job, Admiral!" He said and we saluted each other.
"My pleasure. I had to do something." The other producers were clapping.
"You should have recorded it, silly!" Joel told Alan.
"The achievements of your daughter. I bet you're soooooo proud of her." Alan gave him a death glare.
"And now I see why Chris hates you, Mau5. You're not dead yet, but you will be soon!" He fumed.
"Yo, Al, take a break. Mau5, A) I'm not their daughter. B) we did catch it on camera. C) watch your back, Alan has the same functions on Avem as I do on AV-8. Which includes flamethrower, EMP and stun modes, plus the lightning one I threatened you with earlier..... I'll see you guys later, I want to go talk with the girls." I waved to the DJs and me, Jamie and Julie walked over to the bar. Soon, we were all sat on stools, chatting away as though it was the old times, back when I did my first show with Alan.
"Can't I get you anything, ladies?" The barman asked us.
"Just a J2O, thanks." I replied, because I wasn't legally allowed alcohol, and Jamie asked for the same, Julie saying she would be fine without.
"So, why're you wearing Al's logo, not your own?" She asked while the barman got our drinks
"Oh. That. My dress leaves my back exposed, which is fine at the minute, but when I gets late, I'll be cold, so I wanted a hoodie to keep me warm. Unfortunately, I've packed all of them except this one that Alan gave me, skim-reading it had to do. I was working on the premises that everyone would be so drunk that they wouldn't notice."
"Fair enough. So where are you going?"
"Back to beautiful Norway for a while." There was a sigh behind me, and I turned to find Avem floating next to AV-8.
"Have you been spying on me this whole time, Alan?"
"Kanskje... Sierra tango Oscar papa tango echo Lima Lima India November golf papa echo Oscar papa Lima echo whiskey hotel echo romeo echo whiskey echo alpha romeo echo golf Oscar India November golf, Oscar romeo romeo echo delta November echo x ray uniform Sierra whiskey India Lima Lima foxtrot India November delta uniform Sierra!" Alan told me through his drone. To anyone else here, except maybe Ken, it sounded like gibberish, but I got his message; stop telling people where we are going, or Red Nexus will find us.
"Ok, fine, whatever." I sighed.
"What was that?" Asked Jamie, finally speaking up.
"Doesn't matter. Alan wanted to talk to me, but I think he's a little drunk, it didn't really make sense." I hated keeping secrets from my friends, but Alan was right, Red Nexus could be listening in on our conversations.
"Delta India November Lima India Lima Lima Echo.....! [You little.....!]"  Came Alan's voice from his drone.
"Yeah, that sounds drunk to me..." Julie agreed and the three of us went back to talking about girly stuff,  Avem soon disappearing back to Alan when he heard that we were only chatting about makeup and which energy drink kept you up longest.
"Speaking of which, where are our J2Os?"
"Sorry, I had to go out the back to get them." The barman panted, appearing suddenly and popping the lids of two bottles for me and Jamie, who downed hers in two gulps and went off to the dance floor, where Steve Aoki was playing music on his DJ deck.
"I'd better go keep an eye on her." Julie muttered and dissapeared into the crowd as well. I went, clutching the bottle in my hand, to find Alan, who I discovered talking to Kyrre in a corner away from the music.
"Alan's refusing to come onstage and mix a track with me, will you do it?" He asked me.
"Dude, I'm a singer. I have trouble with the production mixers in my studio, let alone a DJ deck! And anyway, Al probably just wants to spend time with his boyfriend. Go find Chris, Alan. I'll come over in a minute, I just want to tell Ky something." Alan nodded and left me and Ky in the corner, and I saw Ky shoot him a look of something a little more than worry as the younger man left.
"He's not in the mood for music at the minute, OK? Someone came and talked to him earlier, and now he's really worried about something. Just - Don't bother him, OK?"
"Got it, 13. And I think Mr Grand Admiral wants to talk to you..." I turned around and sure enough, K was there, signalling to me.
"Thanks. I'll see you soon." I told Ky, and quickly jogged over to Ken.
"Two things," he told me.
"I want to say two things. 1, the bunch of goons over there are Red Nexus Corp-"
"Uh, how'd you know about that?..." he indicated a black eye that he'd managed to aquire in the past half hour.
"I stole the original plans for my headphones from them. They're after me, so, yeah, don't mess with them. 2, where're Alan and Chris?"
"I was about to go look for them myself, but Ky was trying to get me behind a DJ deck, despite the fact that I don't know how to use one."
"Seriously girl? OK I'm going to have to give you some lessons... anyway, Alan."
"AV-8,  go to Avem." I told my drone.
"Now all we have to do is follow him!"
"Honestly, what can't your drone do, Stormy?" Kenneth chuckled as we wove our way through the crowds.
"Quite a lot actually. Oh, look, there they are." They were sat on a low wall, Alan on Chris's lap, kissing him. I rolled my eyes at them, but they hadn't seen us, so I leaned on the door frame, and Ken sat down with his back against the wall. Alan must of noticed the movement, or heard us, because he broke away from Chris, saying
"What do you want?"
"Ken wanted to ask you something. Also, aren't you a little old to be sitting on people's laps?..." I asked. Alan started to sat a reply,  but Chris cut him off.
"Are you calling him old?"
"Noooooo,  just pointing out that he isn't exactly a toddler..." I muttered, carefully choosing my words.
"I just wanted to tell you that Romeo November have a team of five people here." Ken said, addressing Alan.
"Romeo November? Oh, I get it-"
"Red Nexus, yeah. Julie told me that you're going to Norway, and I assume you're going to be staying at Bergen?"
"Yeah. Might even call WJ. Depends on how serious the threat is."
"Kan jeg komme? Disse gutta der inne slo meg ganske dårlig, men Au/ra slo dem i ansiktet og de forlot oss også. Hvis du ikke vil at jeg skal bli, er det greit, hæren er her fortsatt hvis du trenger å kjempe [Can I come? Those guys in there beat me up pretty bad, but Au/ra punched them in the face and they left us too it. If you dont want me to stay, that's fine, the army are still here if you do need to fight]"
"Stop guilt tripping me, Ken!" Alan laughed.
"Selvfølgelig kan du komme. Møt meg alene i morgen kveld. [Of course you can come. Meet me at alone tomorrow evening.]" I gave them a puzzled look, understanding, but not really understanding what they were talking about, and absent-mindedly put a hand to my mouth to stifle a yawn.
"God, I forgot how late it is. Come on, Ise, let's get you home."
"Whatever. Regner med vi sees i morgen, K? [Guess I'll see you tomorrow, K?]" I replied. He nodded and left us to go back to the car alone.
"Did you have a good night, Ise?" Chris asked on the way back to the house.
"Yeah. Thanks." He said something else, but I didn't hear it. I Blacked out in the car.