"It's high time we prepared breakfast," Jerry said.
He and my aunt turn on the stove, while we sat at the table. I used the opportunity to peep my messages. I had one hundred forty-seven DMs, some were from my classmates, others from reporters, and a few from nameless proposing a tidy sum if I helped them in crimes.
It was too much. I turned off the phone. I should go unnoticed. The town was small, and that'd be news for some days, maybe a few weeks. But after, I could get back to my old life, or something better. Although, I couldn't say everything, the most important has yet to come out.
"By the way, now that we know it, agent Miller won't have to come so often. Mom hated him." Elena said.
"I don't hate him," my aunt said startlingly, "It's only a little irritating that he's monitoring constantly."
Perhaps, I didn't say everything that I should have. "This won't happen soon. I'm registered as 'potentially dangerous' because of things," it wasn't a good answer, I know.
"What do you mean by 'potentially dangerous'?" My aunt asked making air quotes in 'potentially dangerous' like me.
"Do you remember the big blackout and the pillaging last year in Los Angeles?"
Jerry looked at me like a father angry and got ready to give me a dressing down, "Do you participate in the pillaging?"
"Not, never. I caused the blackout," they stared at me without knowing what to say "It was accidentally, and was positive to a certain extent."
"Really?" Elena asked incredulously.
"I detected a critical error in the electrical network of Southern California. I was trying to recharge on a defective transmission line. And el resto es historia."
They weren't convinced, but they let me pass this after two long days, and I was grateful. Mary got into the kitchen at this moment.
"Oh, just in time. Breakfast was almost ready," Jerry said.
"You have to see this," she said excitedly, "Dylan is on tv."
We went to my room, where the tv was broadcasting a typical morning show with three news anchors.
"We've just watched the video of the incident that occurred in Wooden Town, in the state of Washington. Claudia Stefan is here to give us more information on the matter," a gorgeous young presenter said.
The image change to Fuken Lake, "the boy in the lake has been identified as Dylan Torres, a resident of the town for a year. According to our sources, he is a HEA who was involved in some incidents in Los Angeles last year. Apparently, he's high up on the recruitment list of the FAHEA."
The image went back to the studio. "Thanks, Claudia. We continue with the debate. Jorge Link, what do you think?"
"Before beginning, I have important information about this news. The boy's real name is Dylan Mikelson, the only son of Alexander Mikelson," I buried my head in the couch trying to avoid the reality.
"Alexander Mikelson, the terrorist?"
"In effect..."
Someone lowered the voice of the tv, and I said "Please, tell me that is local news," no one answered. "Please."
"It's Duck News Nation," Tomas answered.
"Shit!"
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