Chapter 16 - Infiltration

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David's POV

I was eating breakfast at the kitchen table. I cooked eggs, bacon, whipped up some pancakes, and had multiple Minute Maid juices out, but I just now realized I was eating alone. I saw Nikki this morning, but didn't see or hear Jake, Trent, Bridgette, or Eddie this morning. Where were they? 


The team had quite the scuffle the past few days, but I don't think any of them would've ran away. Before I took a bite out of my sunny-side-egg, I put the fork down, and noticed that the quick-exit door of the kitchen was open. I hurry out of my chair to go close it, but then notice random patches of the grass burnt. Maybe by lasers? I don't know. But considering the fact that Jake and the others are gone, something bad has happened.


I close the kitchen door shut and rush to Mission Command where I keep my own suit. It looks exactly like Jake and Trent's, but with the color red. I equipped myself with my utility belt and several gadgets and weapons into the holster.


I quickly get to the hangar area and inside a mere black Jet, when suddenly someone from a distance shouts to me.


"Hey!" It was Nikki, and she was for some reason wearing her purple mission suit. 


"Nikki? Are you coming?"


"Uh, duh. They're my friends too," She replied while putting her hands on her hips. "Plus, I really wanted to wear this again. I feel so Catwoman chic." She added on as she smirked.

I had absolutely no comment.


"Alright... get in."


Nikki lightly bounced while she clapped her hands and did a very annoying-like squeal, then ran over to the passenger seat of the Jet. 


Hours Later


After a tremendous time of locating and tracking down the four, Nikki finally managed to do it. Their location was at the Amazon Rainforest. As I continue to fly the jet above the South American forest, through the noble trees, and the smell of humidity, we see a black and red citadel-looking building. It was secured as hell, several teenagers were guarding every wall of the base, even if it was just a corner.


"Oh my gosh," Nikki said as her mouth dropped. "How are we gonna get in?!" She worried.


As I turned my head back, I saw a heavy black and red striped truck driving on the pavement toward the direction of the also black and red base. I'm assuming this truck was affiliated with whomever is in charge of the base.


I slowly reverse-fly the jet a couple feet back, and turn back to Nikki.


"Do you know how to fly a jet?"

"Me? Hmm, Trent's showed me a couple of badass dogfights online--"

"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FLY A JET?!"

"Kinda!"

"Okay, I'm trusting you with this. If you don't, there's an autopilot. If you press a wrong button... Try not to press a wrong button."

"Wait, what the hell are you doing?"

"Saving my kids."


I instinctively press the eject button on the pilot panel in the jet, and I shoot up into the sky like a mermaid had just popped out of the water and gave a cheesy wave as she dived back in.


I maneuver myself while practically diving and before I knew it, I landed hard on my stomach onto the top of the truck, inevitably busting my--you get the picture.


I glance up and see a "RESTRICTED ACCESS" text in black on a yellow and black warning side nailed onto the wide security door. Once the truck arrived, I heard an 'access granted' sort of buzz, and the truck continued drive through. I close my body in on top of the truck as uncomfortable as possible to not be seen, and it worked.


"Subject W, what do you have for us today?" I heard a deep voice of a teenager, and quickly jerk my body towards the edge of the truck, peeking one eye out and staring down at the brown haired, red eyed teenager wearing a casual outfit, but with black leather.


First of all, why are they being called 'Subjects' as if they are mindless drones? Wait, now I get it.


"I got some bluebonnets!" An enthusiastic male voice in the truck who was definitely the driver responded back. I really want to see who could be this peppy for practically being a slave, but I'm not gonna take my chances and look.


"Bluebonnets? You know Zemmel hates flowers." The brown haired, red eyed teenager said.


Zemmel? So that's the leader's name. I roll over to the opposite side of the truck and jump off, making quite a sound, and then instinctively run.


"Did you just hear something?" I heard one of the teenagers say, then ran faster out of anyone's sight.


Several minutes later, I have finally made my way into the base. I stealthily walk across the elevated metal balcony railing platform, armed with my laser rifle. As I slowly peek my head over the railing, I see the evil teenagers manufacturing these white skeleton orbs as each one gets processed.


"This is so strange, these orbs are definitely being lodged into innocent teenagers brains." I said aloud to myself as I see a group of restrained teenagers at the end of the processing tables.























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