The Obelus

-22- Everyone Has Their Own Secrets

Mini's alarm goes off for 4 am. You immediately drop the diary and bolt for your room. You rush to get dressed, and pray that Mini didn't see you looking at her diary.

"Y/N! Why the fuck were you in my room? Get back here!"

You shiver and slowly walk back to Mini's room.

"Yeah? I was just organising your room."

"No, you were reading my diary. I'm not stupid y'know. Now what did you read?"

"I'm sorry! So uh, you like Gen?"

"So what if I do? It's no big deal anyway."

"Look, I can help you with this. Just leave it up to me. Promise you'll get what you want."

You wink at Mini and leave her flustered in her room. Phoebe walks up to you and makes sure that everyone is set up for the day.

"Alright everyone. Do we know the plan? I've got the bombs and weapons ready just in case. Mmm, make sure they're ready Mini. Okay, we're off. Y/N you're going with me in my car. The rest of you decide who's driving in the spare car.

You walk out the door carrying the box of grenades. You dump them in the trunk of the car and seat yourself at the front.

"Right, Ready Y/N?"

"Yup, how many are we taking?"

"I don't know. Take around 2 boxes just to be prepared I guess."

You go back and grab another box of grenades. You see Mini staring at you in annoyance from the other car, but brush it off.

"Alright, everyone, let's go."

The cars bump along the road and soon arrive at the factory. The factory's deteriorating sign reads Joe Smither's Lab Equipment.

You and Phoebe barge in and see an employee. Seeing them, you run over and ask where Mr. Smither is. Asking the employee to take you to his office, you pull out the bombs you have in your pocket.

"And here we are, Mr. Smither's office. Be careful though. I heard he has a bad temper."

"Thanks."

"Hello Mr. Smither. We have contacted you across the phone to sell you a few samples of the bombs wee have created.This is the W76 bomb, a small bomb devised to be quick and lightweight to throw and lights in a small matter of time. We would like to offer you 5 samples for 10,000 dollars."

Phoebe winks at you. You are hoping that you get the signal soon as Mr. Smither does not look convinced.

"10,000 dollars for 5 bombs... seems like a good enough deal if you add the instructions and materials list."

"Alright then, deal created."

Perfectly on queue, your phone vibrates three times in your pocket and you wave Mr. Smither goodbye before running out the factory as fast as possible. On getting out, Mini and Gen are in the car, fumbling with the keys to get away. You and Phoebe hop onto the car and drive away with the whole factory in flames behind you.

"Holy dog poop. That was a close one. We could've been killed..."

"That part of the plan's done, now what weapons are we going to get for the final war of ours between the Obelus?"

"Mmmm...We can go back later to grab some remaining weapons from the factory if there are any left. We've got bombs galore.