AAOOOSC! United

"We Have A Grip On Ourselves!"

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
July 9, 2017
Afternoon

In the main room of the GHP headquarters, Sidney, Jonathan, and John are sitting around the main table, appearing awfully bored. Bubby Jr. is perched on the table right beside his owner.

Sidney peers out at the large, yet majorly empty table; a small frown appears on his face. "What happened to everyone?"

Jonathan turns to the end of the table, where the temporal master is located. "They got kidnapped, remember?"

"And that's for what purpose we are hereabouts: to formulate how to emancipate them," John pipes in from across the goalie.

Sidney runs his fingers through his thick, wavy hair. "Riiight..."

"Where's Reid anyway?" Jonathan asks with an irritated expression. "You did call him, Sid, right?"

Sidney drops his hands and nods his head wearily. "Yes, I did. He didn't answer."

"How many times did you give him a buzz?" John asks gently.

Sidney plops his head against the table. "Too many times," he groans.

Jonathan then faces to John. "Should we look for him?"

John shakes his head. "If he doesn't feel inclined to be hereabouts, don't usher him hereabouts. Free will..." His voice then fades away as a strange sound approaches them from the hallways.

They all turn to the other end of the room, across from the entrance, where the archways to the hallways and the massive computer are located.

Levitating out of one of the archways are two small robots: One has a screen and a keyboard dangling below it; another is a sleek black orb with tiny wings propelling it and a lens in front of it.

The orb begins making huffing sounds as it makes it way to the main table while the tablet-look-alike effortlessly glides over to Sidney.

"Uhhh...Sid," Jonathan calls out warily, eyeing the electronic devices. "Ari and Tatu are here."

Sidney perks up with a tired expression. "Huh?" He instantly freezes as he hears heavy breathing by his right ear. He turns to the right, spotting the lens of Tatu staring at him.

"Oh! Tatu!" He pets the orb settled on his shoulder. "I forgot about you!"

Ari halts in between Sidney and John, by Tatu, and displays a phrase in a foreign language on its cyan-coloured screen: Missä kaikki ovat?

The three power players all eye each other with looks of uncertainty.

"Does anyone know how to read Finnish?" Sidney squeaks out.

Jonathan gazes at John. "John, what does it say?"

John gives a quick glance at the screen. "I, um—" He peers back at the others. "I am not cognizant of Finnish."

The goalie gawks at him. "You don't know? Don't you know like all of the languages?!"

"Not every individual patois," John corrects smoothly. "I do not fathom Afrikaans, Albanian, Amharic, Arabic, Armenian, Azerbaijani, Basque..."

Jonathan waves his hands in the air, attempt to stop the scientist from rambling on. "Okay, okay, okay, thank you, John."

John silences himself and nods his head genuinely. "Mm-hm."

Sidney pulls out his smartphone from his pants' pockets and begins tapping on it. "Okay, let's go to my translating app..." He types some more, taking glances between his screen and Ari before his eyes light up.