The Night

Chapter 78: Foggy Bottom

Third POV
"Hey," Skye heard a male voice say behind her. She turned around and saw Tuck standing, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Uh, hey," Skye responded as she looked to her left, seeing that no one but her and Tuck were there.

"Can we...talk?" He asked as he gave her a soft stare. Skye had no idea why but she suddenly felt sorry for him. There was a strange innocent vibe coming from him which made it seem like he was hurt. Skye quickly shook her head and tried to knock herself out of whatever he was trying to do.

"Uh, yeah no, sorry, but I'm...kinda busy," Skye said, once again looking around for a sign of anyone else in the halls. "See ya later."

"Skye, wait," Tuck begged. "We have to talk, please."

"Tuck listen, I don't have time for this," Skye didn't budge. "If you want to talk maybe another day. Now is not the time, I have to go." Skye quickly turned and pushed the staircase door as she felt a small hand grab her arm.

"Skye," Tuck repeated. "We have to talk, now."

"Why not later today or tomorrow?" Skye asked as she removed Tuck's hand from her arm.

"Listen, I know I said some things, and we felt certain ways, and I know Everest sometime tries to convince you that I'm the bad guy. And-and I admit I was a b*tch, but this is important. It's about Everest."
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Chase's POV
"What just happened?" Zuma asked as he stared at the glasses that sat on my face.

"I programmed them to search for Everest, Hubcap, Gasket, and/or Dwyane," I explained.

"So you just happened to have information about everyone that they automatically look for whoever you want them to?" Zuma questioned.

"Uh, kind of," I sided my head.

"Cool," Zuma beamed. "And creepy..." The control that still laid in the grip of Zuma's hands began to vibrate uncontrollably. "Uh, Chase...? I think something's wrong," he said as he held out the remote for me to see.

"What's up?" I asked as I stared at the screen. "Uh oh."

"Uh oh, what?" Zuma asked as he watched me hover my fingers around while clicking a few buttons.

"Oh, thank goodness," I sighed. "I thought the drone was out of battery."

"Oh," Zuma said, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Wait," he paused. "Why's the drone there?" He asked as we stared at the camera of the drone. The drone made several turns through an alley and then drove into an abandoned building.

"No, no, no," I panicked. "We gotta get it out of there. Who knows what's in there."

"Or who," Zuma said. "How are we gonna stop it?" Zuma asked.

"I don't know," I responded. "I think we have to go after it," I answered as I handed Zuma the control. I flung my bookbag of extra equipment over my shoulder. I then pulled out a blue and an orange platform and tossed them on the ground. Both platforms changed their shapes and turned into flying hoverboards. "Let's go."

"Dude, how?"

"I got a bunch," I responded. "One of every color you can think of. Hop on." Zuma did as told and made it on without hesitation. We both kept our balance and flew off.

"Wait, how does this w-" Zuma began as he cut himself off with the hoverboard flying off, close behind me.

"Not going to lie, "I've never done this," I laughed.

"Wait, what?" Zuma nervously replied. Both of us flew through the air with traffic on Main Street below us. I heard the control vibrate again, only this time faster, louder, and stronger. "Chase, uh-" Zuma stopped himself as he stared at the screen. With his facial expression, I assumed he saw something frightening.