I scraped the dust off some glass display cases while my friend followed close behind.
"Jacob, you sure that your mom wasn't crazy? Or insane?" Koen asked, and I sighed.
"My mother was the smartest person I knew, and last I checked, she wasn't crazy."
I swished my flashlight this way and that, shining it on any possible thing I could see. A piece of paper with some scribbles on it...wait a second!
I picked it up, and I now recognized the scribbles as Vietnamese, our family's language.
<To whoever finds this, turn back now.> Totally something a weirdo would say, but my mom...? Not so much.
I decided to flip it around, and I found a number on the back. Tucking it into my pocket, I gestured for Koen to follow.
We walked down the stairs into what I thought would be the basement.
"Sub-level 1" a sign read, and I completely ignored it.
I walked around, inspecting every nook and cranny, every bookshelf, heck, I even checked the minifridge! Though all I found was some unexpired chocolate and some very expired milk.
I found nothing of value on the next floor either, but then I noticed that there was a door with a keypad.
First, I tried all of the passwords that I KNEW my mom had used at some point, but when that didn't work, I decided to take a risk.
Pulling the note out of my pocket, I typed the number on it in, and the door was so sympathetic for me, it opened up, revealing the interior of a lift inside.
I smiled at my own ingenuity. "Here we go." I muttered as I stepped inside.
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Jacket Knight: Old Wrongs Done Right
ActionWhen old wrongs resurface, you gotta do them right. Jacob Nguyen is a normal 13-year-old, if you can count his super-intelligent mother's legacy as normal. But when his mother's secret metahuman-creating project resurfaces in the hands of her old re...
