The Boy with the Aztec Code. •UNDER MAJOR REVISION!!•

Chapter 4 (Revised)

   As Darryl sat in silence in the AirCarrier working on his Holo-Screen, Tommy watched his hands and the tattoos they had. Tommy knew he could read them, but was unable to correctly read them due to Darryl typing and swiping the screen non-stop. Tommy looked down at his arm, the block like patterns forming the word in his head, the one he knew very well.

Chief.

Tommy couldn't help but groan in annoyance, he could not tell what it meant. It was just a word.

"What's wrong?"
Tommy was pulled back into reality by Darryl's question and him turning away from his Holo-screen. He's unnatural red eyes staring straight into in soul.

"Ah, nothing. Just bored."
Tommy lied as he lean back, causally waving the older off.

"Well," Darryl started, swiping his screen away, leaning forward on to his elbows as they rested on his knees.
"How about after, we go and — don't tell Wilbur— and go by the Grid and see about your past."

Tommy leaned forward in interest at the mention of his past.
"The Grid?!"

The Grid was the largest database in the world, resting right in the center of the city. It held all the information one would need to know about something or someone. It is divided into 6 main level of data.
Animals, plants, robotics, human biology, politics and lineage.
Everything anyone wanted to know was there.
If someone wanted to learn about the first cybernetic implant, the first artificially born child, or the biggest war of L'manberg, that was the place to go.
But most of the time, people would just go to search their family lineage, being able to trace back as far back as 400 generations. And oftentimes, just for fun.

But this? This was a beacon for Tommy, his parents, and his past. This gave him hope to find out why he was abandoned at such a wretched place.

"Yep, the one and only, the Grid." Darryl smiled, seeing Tommy's interest was peaked.

"But we have to get you to your check up first, then by Mr. Curor before dropping by the Grid, okay?"

Tommy nodded wildly, looking like a bobble head. Darryl chuckled.

"Hey, Darryl?"
Tommy piped.

"Yes, Tommy?"

"Can I read what's on your hand?"

Darryl sat up, quickly covering his hands with his sleeves. He seemed uncomfortable with the question.

"No, I'm sorry."

Darryl replied quietly, seeming embarrassed as he pulled out a pair of black velvet gloves from his coat pocket.

"Why not?"
Tommy asked, growing upset. He was determined to read Darryl's tattoo.

"Because I said!"
Darryl snapped, immediately recoiling as he realized he had snapped at the boy, who was taken back by the response.

"I apologize for my outburst."
Darryl said quietly as he slipped the gloves on. Tommy just sat in silence, giving Darryl the cold shoulder as he leaned back and stared out the window.

"I truly —"

"Just shut the fuck up, Darryl."
Tommy snared, not caring to look at Darryl. Darryl complied, not attempting to correct his language out of defeat, remaining quiet as they finished their ride into the Medical district.

Feeling the AirCarrier slowly touchdown, Darryl fixed his vest and hair. He turned to Tommy, giving a small smile.

"We are here."