In the morning I wrote down my final answer and gave it to father. She was somewhere in town. I located it as a stereotypical warehouse. The calculations made me feel inhuman, like I was a tool. But being able to lead us to the ware house, I felt like I had won a battle. Mitths stayed at home with Marci and Max who never said much after. I climbed into fathers old car, and we drove off. Unsure when or if I would see a happy family again.
"Here we go," father sounded frightened.
"Yep, into battle. I hope we can save mum." I replied without much tone or depth at all. I wondered if the more the familiar green screen met my eyes, the less human like I became. 'Nonsense' I told myself. Long after three or four hours, we parked at the exact location I predicted. We sat there for a while. Thinking how to begin our rescue.
"I'll go in first," father was anxious.
"No, we should plan something out," I offered. Drawing on a notebook I displayed exactly what was going on in my mind. I was pretty sure my father only understood a quarter of the numbers.
"She's in here, so we go in around back together, you create a diversion, I'll free her," he shared his idea of a rescue, the logic of course completely wrong.
"No, we go in around front, take on the men, and save mum," I tried at a solution, but even my own seemed risky.
"Lets just walk in through the door and see what happens," he offered the best, terrible idea yet. I had practiced my " green screen" ability in the car, and had gotten pretty good at it. So I mapped out the ware house, and shared where all of the traps and bombs were. We finally had a plan.
