Sgt Peppers Band

Chapter 3: Carl Esquire's Plan

   It wasn't until the next morning when they read the front cover of the newspaper, it was titled; 'Devastating Explosion'.  As Jo Jo and Carl read through the whole article they became shocked.  According to the news, the Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band is blamed for the explosion and that it was there fault.  Specific reasons included that, they were there to tell the dean it was too happen, they never warned him it was to happen on the same day, and they were witnessed that they walked away from the campus when the explosion occurred.

    Jo Jo Phillips became angry full of rage, he threw the newspaper into the trash.  They never did anything wrong.  In fact, they were trying to help the campus, to have the university evacuated.  At least before the explosion, they never did anything wrong.  Jo Jo couldn't handle  what it said in the newspaper, now, they were surely screwed for there band and music.  Billy Shears walked into the room  wearing a soft fleece jacket, pink under shirt, and black pants, he shook his head as he sat down at the table,

"Someone set us up.  This has gotta be the government."

"The British Government would never try to make us look like we killed hundreds, or thousands of students, that would be illegal." Henry said.

"Well someone is framing us for killing those students Robeson.  We never did anything to harm them.  In fact, we were trying to help them!"  Billy argued.

"We need to find the real bombers, and when we do, everyone will have a change of mind.  They won't think of us as killers.  They'll think of us as smart men."  Carl spoke scratching his temple.

"How can we accomplish that though?" Jo Jo asked.

"We'll have to track em down, see where there going next.  We're here to protect these people, and now look, we couldn't do that.  We need to find those bombers and seek revenge for those who had lost there friends, family, loved ones, and so fourth.  We owe it to those people who lost there lives in that explosion." Billy explained with honest eyes.

"But how are we going to track the bombers?  We don't even know what they look like." Jo Jo asked again.

"That is something we'll need someone's help from.  Possibly someone who's good with technology as a matter of fact."

"I've got an idea," spoke Esquire.

"I might know someone who's very efficient and highly trained with technology.  Although, we barely have enough to go around with.  A friend of mine works in the IBMT building down on 38th street.  She might be able to help us track and identify these guys with some of the new stuff she creates.  Recently she created a pinging device that can be tracked from a few hundred too two hundred miles away.  I don't know if it really works but, you can always count on her,"

"My plan is too get help from my friend.  She'll be able to help us go after these bombers.   The thing is, we need to go under disguise, maybe just wear normal clothes.  If we wore our colorful uniforms we might get arrested."

  The rest of the three men thought about Carl's idea.  Then it was set.  So, Jo Jo Phillips wore his glasses, a black over coat, a green and purple fluffy scarf, blue bell-bottoms with red and yellow stripped lines.  Billy Shears wore a purple coat, a blue undershirt, a red and yellow tie, and khakis.  Carl Esquire just wore black bell bottoms, a light brown button top with a green collar.  Then for Henry Robeson, he wore a red and blue coat,  an orange undershirt,  a purple and orange tie, and light green bell-bottoms with a red and yellow stripe.  

The four men looked at eachother.  

Jo Jo laughed, "We're pretty colorful aren't we?  This isn't going to attract attention is it?"

"I hope not, let's just get going."  Carl and the rest of the lads left the flat and called for a taxi to take them to the IBMT (Institution of Bionics, Machinery, and Technology).  They were driven to the building site as it was quite massive.  Soon they entered the building and went up the elevator to the 65th Floor.  Henry, Billy, and Jo Jo followed Carl down the long hall and into a laboratory.

Inside the lab everything was filled with test tubes, electronics, cables, plugs, all sorts of things.  In the back of the room there was a woman with dark black hair down to her shoulders,  she wired a few puzzling looking mechanic things into a tube.  When she closes it up with a screw driver she placed the silver tube on a stand and calculated the weight.  She wrote down the weight on a clip board as she began to talk with a grin,

"Nice to see you back here again old friend," she said.

"G'day too you as well Nicole.  Fellas, I want you too meet Nicole Tesla.  Her family dates back to Nikola Tesla which is pretty impressive."

"Oh Carl, stop boasting too them about my family.  You know I hate when you do that."  Nicole said shaking her head chuckling to herself.  

"Sorry ha ha.  Anyways, me and my friends Billy, Jo Jo, and Henry need your help on something.  It's about the explosion, everybody thinks that we killed a bunch of college students.  We were actually trying to help them instead.  To be frank, we need your help to track down and find the real bomber."

Nicole turned around in her white lab coat, revealing her beautiful pale face and her blue eyes glimmering under her safety goggles.  She smirked,

"Tracking someone hmm?  Being framed?  Sounds more of a Sherlock Holmes mystery too me.  Are you sure?"

Carl nodded his head, "Yes.  Anything to help us prove to the public we aren't real killers.  That we were just trying to help them."

Nicole smiled nodding his head, "Sure thing captain..."