The Collaboration Files

Helmets And Heads

Heh. Lizzy, you made my room sound cozy...

It's got black walls, velvet cushions, and stuff.

Total Goth and Victorian setup.

Jk. It's got green walls and all that jazz, but I still think I want a Victorian Goth bedroom.

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Planes.

Oh my gosche. Come on, people! What’s wrong with all of you!?

We had to go on a plane to get to Ireland. I was terrified, but less so, because I had been on a plane a couple times in the last three days. Still, I was scared.

The least I could do was keep my eyes closed. This ended up making me fall asleep. While I was sleeping, I had a weird dream. One with Stella again.

“So, what’s in it for us?” Stella grinned cheekily at a helmeted man with a big head.

We were in a really fancy-looking restaurant, with plates in front of us that had shellfish on them. There was an odd atmosphere, like people were mad, but it was loosely covered in a happy feeling. The man with the helmet sneezed, and scowled.

“I’ll give you amnesty. For one month.”

“Hmm…” I tapped my chin with a finger, pretending to consider. “Two months amnesty with all of our expenses paid, and a bunker filled with hacking equipment.”

“One month amnesty with expenses paid, and a bunker without hacking supplies.”

Stella laughed cynically. “If that’s the best you can do, forget about needing us for the job.”

She grabbed my hand and made to leave, when the man yelled; “Wait!”

We looked at him, and Stella raised her eyebrow.

He took a deep breath. “I need you for this job. It’s very important that I-we-bypass this security system, or Koboi will be using MY idea for her guns.”

“Okay,” I smiled, ready to haggle until I died. “But as long as we get two months amnesty with all of our expenses paid, a bunker filled with hacking equipment, and two of the guns you designed.”

He sighed. “FINE.”

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Stella had driven like a maniac to the bunker, and when we got in, we found it was filled to the brim with the latest eco-friendly, helpful technology that we could use to get into this ‘Koboi’ place. Stella got this gleam in her eye, and pulled on a pair of snow-white gloves. I did as well. It’d be better, in case we were caught for doing this, they couldn’t find any fingerprints to place us, and all the false trails I had laid would lead them to total dead ends.

“Let’s get cracking,” I glanced at the screen, and then at the keyboard. Letters that looked like signs of nature flashed across the screen, saying stuff like, firewall inverted, and plasma screen loop activated. All this technical junk that my normal human brain couldn’t comprehend.

Something flashed in the side of my eye, and I turned to look.

There was the man with the big head, and the helmet.

Pointing a gun at Stella….

Protect her. A man had told me. Protect Stella.

I tackled my friend, trying to save her, trying to keep her from being hurt, protecting her…

The man blasted the gun, and flames bloomed into an almighty explosion.

I could feel my flesh burn through my leather jacket.

And I blacked out.

Fluttering my eyelids open, it took me a few minutes to realize I was still on the plane, and had fallen asleep. I shut my eyes, and sighed.

It was going to be a long ride.

So, Ja. See the end? It’s vague, but at least now you have a little insight on our lives (Sort of…). That damn man with the helmet…. *Runs off and swears under her breath in gnommish*