The Chronicles of Mr. Yau: Secret Service

Chapter 5: Vacation (but not really...)

Mr. Yau and Brock were in the airport waiting for their plane to take them to Barcelona. Mr. Yau was going through some rules for Brock.

"We're just going to see who owns the place. Maybe its our guys. Maybe not but I feel like there is valuable information there." Brock nodded. Mr. Yau went on.

"Now the FBI really wants to take over but if they do that Molly and them might die. I have to save them. You might see some agents around. Ignore them. They just want to see of your doing anything wrong so they can take over." Brock opened his mouth but Mr. Yau didn't wait for an answer.

"Now you are a minor so they will be looking out for you being in danger and blame me saying I'm not responsible. Don't let them see you in danger." Brock didn't even have time to nod before Mr. Yau moved on.

"So that means you can't go to the place with me-" Brock stammered trying to say something in his defense no doubt but Mr. Yau didn't care.

"Also you will stay in the hotel and do some surveillance. Make sure no one gets into the building." Brock was getting redder in the face.

"Also you can't have a gun. Also-" But at this moment Brock yelled out frustrated.

"Shut up! Shut up! I'm am not a little kid! So stop treating me like one! I can handle myself I've done it before. Unlike you I don't need to be embarrassed at every job I've had."

The whole airport was looking at them and the guards were reaching near their guns.
Racist guard Mr. Yau thought. They just arrest all the Muslims. Mr. Yau turned back to Brock and leaned in close and whispered.

"If you ever yell and embarrass me again I will take the longest tree in the world and stick it up your arse them maybe it'll be your first time having anal sex." Brock was shocked and fell silent.

They heard a voice. "Flight 218 to Barcelona boarding now. Flight 218 is boarding." Mr. Yau got up but Brock was still sitting. Mr. Yau turned around.

"Get up wimp." Brock got up and went to board the plane. Mr. Yau shook his head.

"Gays." Mr. Yau said. He went to the plane.

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They were mid flight when Mr. Yau had to go to the bathroom. He got up and took a piss. While peeing he heard commotion on the plane. He went out to see a man with a gun pointing at Brock.

"Give me the money." The man said in a Arab accent. "Give me it now or I kill you."

Nobody moved. Mr. Yau was behind the man and he didn't see Mr. Yau. Mr. Yau moved slowly towards him. The man started talking again.

"Ok fine I kill you. Allah Akbar!" Mr. Yau ran toward him and just before he shot Mr. Yau took his arm and wrenched it upwards. The bullet shot through the plane. The man took the gun and pointed it against his head.

"Allah Akbar!" He shot himself. Mr. Yau looked at his body. He wasted his life Mr. Yau thought. But now there were bigger problems. The plane was now going down due to the bullet. Mr. Yau grabbed Brock.

"We are going put of here. There are two parachutes next to the exit door lets get them and go." Mr. Yau moved toward the door but Brock stayed. Mr. Yau sighed.

"Why are you staying there?" Said Mr. Yau.

Brock said, "What about these people? We can't leave them." Mr. Yau took Brock's arm and tried to pull him toward the door.

"Yes we can." Said Mr. Yau. "And we will or we'll die too." Brock stayed put.

"Your going back to your old ways. Remember when you said you would do anything to solve the case even if it hurt the people around you? Now look at you. You're willing to kill hundreds of people just to save your own skin." Mr. Yau paused. Brock was right. He had to stop going back to his own ways.

He moved toward the pilot of the plane. He was passed out on the chair. Mr. Yau smelled his breath. He cringed. Beer. Man was drunk. Mr. Yau took hold of the steering. He pulled it up.

"Um Mr. Yau?" said Brock. "We aren't going up." Mr. Yau ignored him. He talked again in a worried voice. "Mr. Yau we are going to crash." Mr. Yau pulled even harder to pull up. "Mr. Yau!" Mr. Yau turned toward Brock.

"I know what I'm doing Brock. I'm going to let the plane go as high as it can. Then I'll let it drop, that will give us time to find more parachutes." said Mr. Yau. Brock nodded. He went quickly yo find parachutes.

Mr. Yau couldn't pull it up anymore. He let go and the plane started in a downward spiral. He ran back to coach. Brock had everyone in a parachute.

Mr. Yau took one too. "Ok everyone its okay. Jump off in 1, 2, 3," he said. Mr. Yau jumped off along with everyone else.

Mr. Yau was glad. We all would make it. As the ground was getting closer Mr. Yau pulled on his parachute but it didn't open. The cable snapped. Shit! Mr. Yau was now going to crash into the earth.

He left the parachute and jumped on to a tree. A branch went right into his nuts and it hurt like hell but Mr. Yau was okay.

He got off the tree and saw Brock on the ground. Mr. Yau pulled him up and brushed him off.

"Come on. The hotels this way." Mr. Yau said. They went towards the city.

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At the hotel the beds were littered with guns and maps. Mr. Yau was going some right now.

Brock walked in and started talking. "Let me go with you. I won't go inside I'll just be the look out." Mr. Yau nodded. Brock was a big boy now.

They went on a motorcycle they rented and drove to the place.

They stayed outside the building eating sandwiches waiting for somebody to leave so they can go. It was awkward silence until Mr. Yau broke it.

"Hey when we were having lunch, before we got the call you were going to tell me something. What was it?" Brock shook his head.

"Oh it was nothing. Forget about it." Brock said. Mr. Yau was not convinced.

"Come on. Just tell me. Was it about you and Molly?"  Mr. Yau said. He was joking about the Molly part but Brock seemed to freeze. Mr. Yau was going to dig deeper when he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. The last man was out and it was time for Mr. Yau to come.

Mr. Yau went inside. He saw a man packing up. He looked to Mr. Yau.

"We're closed. Come back tomorrow." He started to leave but Mr. Yau stopped him.

"Not so fast." He said. "I have questions and you have answers." The man sighed.

"Alright. Its been a long day so lets get this over with." Mr. Yau asked the big question.

"Did two shady people come here? If so what did they want?"

"Yeah some weird people came here a while ago. Asked for camera equipment. One of the names were Mike. Mike Sinai. I don't know the other one." Mr. Yau took this in. So the people didn't own this company only shopped here. So they had to use their real name.

Mr. Yau had to leave now. The man was cursing at him in Spanish. He and Brock went back to the hotel. Mr. Yau looked up Mike Sinai in the database. The database said he was in jail right now, in Paris.

Of different reasons. This must mean that the partners broke up and went their separate ways but one of them still had the Pres. Not this one but he could tell us who it was. Mr. Yau got a call.

"Hello Yauie Boi here."
"Its Angela. Have you solved the case yet?"
"No but we're really close-"
"I don't care about close. I needed it yesterday. The press are having a ball. And "We"? Don't tell me you brought the boy with you. The Russians and the FBI will be so happy to hear this. Half of your time is up and we got a letter with a picture of Melissa. They know you like her. Hurry the future of the country rests on your shoulders." She hung up.

Mr. Yau looked to Brock. "We have no time. We need to break out Mike."