Geronimo Stilton: INTERPOL-The Beginning

Missing In Action

Present Day

"The forensics found traces of RDX explosive on the car and managed to pick up a semi-destroyed cellphone detonator in the aftermath," Geronimo stated. "They studied it detailedly and found the fingerprint of this man. J-Son, could you bring up Interpol's most wanted number five on the screen, please?" J-Son did as requested, and brought up a picture of a man from Interpol's most wanted list, along with his information on the side. He was blonde, had blue eyes and a round nose.

"His name is Brazier Williams, a 36-year old once-respected Englishman. He worked along side with the creator of your microchip, Professor Graham Phillips. He saw the evil he was about to unleash with the chip in Williams. So he kicked him out of Project Superhuman, and got kicked out of Caltech after Professor Philips told the rest."

"Now he resurfaces as the leader of The Technologists with his worldwide army to take back what he claimed is his," he added. He paused before adding another sentence. "He...was also the man who murdered my friend, Professor Charles Edam. He was one of my best friends since my childhood. He was also one of the smartest mice I know. He'd always help me when I'm stuck with homework, especially math. He grew up to be a weapons researcher just like your father and moved to Los Angeles. He secretly developed a missile that has a range so distant, it could circle the Earth twice. Williams discovered about this back in 2010, and wanted to recruit Edam as his weapons developer, like he did to your father. Professor Edam refused, and a death threat was told to him. In the next morning, he died in his S300 Mercedes when it exploded just when he closed the door at his driveway on his way to Caltech. That was why I, we, all became Interpol agents in the first place."

I had tears in my eyes, clenching my fists in anger.

"My dad and your friend died..." I chocked, overwhelming in emotions, "...in the hands of him?"

Geronimo nodded lightly. "If anyone were to blame for what happened to your family at that day, it should be me. I failed as head of security at that day to never keep my eyes off of them and to keep them safe. I'm so, so sorry, Danny. Truly I am."

I covered my face, and wallowed, crying. I couldn't feel anything but pain, it was like my heart just stopped beating. At the same time, anger and hatred grew bigger inside me. Putting me in danger of becoming a Sith.

Few hours later...

I spent the next 4 hours in the afternoon setting up a bunch of training dummies at both the indoor shooting range and the training room with the face of Williams printed on them. It was already four thirty after I finished. I shot them, shotgun-slugged them, trickshot them, rifled them, gunned them, quickscoped them, and even 360 no-scoped them. I was filled with so much hatred, I took an AA12 shotgun and just blasted the face and head off that training dummy with 32 birdshot shells at nearly point blank.

Next, I went to the training room and busted up even more training dummies. I superpunched and superkicked them, elbowed them, uppercut their jaws, even pulled off a horse kick at the chin on one of them.

As a final blow to the last unbroken dummy, I unhooked my long lightsaber hilt from my belt, twisted it thus splitting it in two, holding them upside down, and activated the blades. I came towards it running from a distance, jumped with a scream during airtime, and landed crouching in front of the dummy by crossing my arms and the lightsabers at the dummies throat, decapitating it.

I took a deep breath to not let myself be so uptight. I breathed out and settled down, when Thea stepped in.

"Hey, Danny," she squeaked, leaning against the door sill with her arms crossed. The head of the dummy dropped back to the ground and tumbled around.