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Chapter Fourteen

Philip didn't really sleep well that night. He was worried sick about his friendship with Sam. Is that it? Are they done being friends?

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The next day, Philip awoke to a bright, sunny morning. It was a Thursday...only one more day, the weekend, and then back to school.

Wait a second. Today was Thursday? Thursday! That means tomorrow is Friday!

Philip gasped as the realization hit him in the face like a metal bat.

The bad guys are gonna blow something up by Friday evening! That's tomorrow! Who knows how many people will die!

Philip sighed and looked at the clock. 9:36 AM. He had to do something about this. He decided to take a shot and call the police.

Phil grabbed his phone and hesitated for a minute. What if they don't believe him? Phil took a deep breath and dialed 911.

Philip's hand shook as the phone rang once. Then twice. Then,

"911, what's your emergency?" A masculine voice asked.

"Uh, yes, so, about a week ago, I overheard two people talking about placing a bomb somewhere on Friday evening." Philip managed to say, having trouble breathing.

"Can you identify these two people?" The man asked.

"One was, uh, tall with brown hair and the other was short with black hair." Philip said.

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Sir, how old are you?" The person asked.

"I'm, uh, fifteen." Philip said, nervously.

"Do your parents know about this?" The guy asked.

"Um, no, 'cause I wasn't sure if they would believe me." Philip admitted.

"I want to remind you that calling 911 means that you actually have a dire emergency. We do not appreciate prank calls like these. It's a waste of our time, and you can get arrested." The man said sternly on the other line.

"B-but, it's not a prank call!" Philip protested.

"Good day, young man." The guy hung up.

"DON'T BLAME ME IF A PLACE BLOWS UP TOMORROW!" Philip yelled into the phone, not caring that the other person was no longer there.

Philip groaned and closed his phone. It was hopeless. No one was gonna believe him. It's up to only him to stop this.

Philip went down and ate breakfast, which was his favorite, chocolate waffles.

Afterwards, he went upstairs and sat down on his bed and opened his laptop. 

 How could he somehow find those guys?

He searched Barry, and found 10 Barrys. He opened up 10 tabs and looked at each one of them, trying to see which one was the one he was looking for.

Aha! Barry Nelson!  Philip smiled as he looked at the picture of him. Yes, this was him.

Philip did the same for Justin and found about 30 Justins. Philip groaned but, in 20 minutes, he had found Justin Pearson.

Now, where do they live? Philip looked at Justin's 'about me' on Facebook and found out that he lived in Jackson, WYOMING?

Philip looked at Barry's and he also lived in Jackson, Wyoming. Why the heck are they in NY?

Philip looked at their latest posts see if he could figure where in NY they were staying.

Justin's lastest post said: Me and my homie going to Chinatown today! And there was a selfie of him and Barry. Justin had tagged them in...Hamilton Hotel! Which was really stupid, 'cause anyone could come just come there and knock on their door.

 Hamilton Hotel was just a block away from Philip's home! Phil tingled with excitement. Maybe he could somehow, maybe, stop them!

Philip decided to go incognito. His mom wasn't at home, so he could disguise himself as much he needed to.

He took his mom's old pair of black framed glasses and put them on. He changed his clothes into something nice and professional and,with the help of his mom's eyeliner, created a mole on his left cheek. 

Philip looked for a good formal hat and put it on. He looked himself in the mirror and smiled. 

"Need one more thing." He grabbed a fake moustache that was lying around and slapped it on. 

"Perfect." 

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Philip gazed at the hotel he was standing in front of.

"This is it." He said to himself. Philip had planned it all out.

When he sees them, he's going to 'accidentally' bump into at least one of them and drop a GPS tracker into their hoods or pockets or whatever he can manage to put it into.

Then he could track their coordinates and find out where they were every second. He had gotten the GPS tracker from BestBuy and had used all his allowance money, so Philip hoped his plan worked.

Philip walked into the hotel and sat down in the lobby. He pretended to make a phone call. Philip cleared his throat, tried his best to make it sound deep and manly and spoke:

"Hey...Melissa!" That was the only name Phil could think of. "I'm down in the lobby. Yea, yea. Ok. Come down when you're ready." Philip closed his phone and waited for Barry and Justin to show. He grabbed a newspaper and pretended to read for the time being.

Half an hour passed and there was still no sign of those two guys. Just when Philip was about to give up and leave, the elevator tinged and Justin and Barry exited.

Philip gasped and felt for the GPS tracker in his pocket. He smiled, pulled out his phone and the tracker, and started to walk towards them.

"Melissa, where are you? I've been looking all over for you-OMPH!" Phil bumped right into Barry, knocking him over.

"Oh my heavens!" Phil said, closing his phone and preparing the tracker.

"I am so sorry." Phil offered a hand and Barry took it. Philip gave him a little hug and that's when he slipped it into Barry's pocket.

"It's alright. People bump into things." Barry said, nodding.

Philip nodded. "Have a good day!" He said, waving his hand.

"You too!" Justin said, smiling. Philip chuckled.

That was way too easy. Philip pulled out his GPS and punched some buttons. He smiled, widely, feeling like an undercover spy. He could see exactly where they were. 

"Go wherever you want. You can't hide from me." Philip said, smiling.

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