Chapter 15

"Company? We're killers. You and I both know that. I enjoy the fact that we can so easily deceive the citizens." laughed the cruel-looking blonde haired man. His assistant, a girl with wild bright blue dyed hair and a pink T-shirt with the company logo on it in white smiled. She was an exceptionally hyper girl, but very intelligent at managing things. She was his personal secretary.
"There's no point in hiding it Sir. It is a company, we manufacture robots and train pilots to use them, but that's not what I came in here to talk to you about. I came in because Miss Strudd has been complaining about a bunch of loony girls outside. They seem to either be having a fair, or protesting us or something. I'm not quite sure what they're doing exactly, but they've been out there for about half a week now. It's been making employees rather nervous, having all these strange girls outside and all. I really thing you should do something about it. I already went out and tried to talk to them, I'm afraid that they told me that they had official government documents that stated that as a licensed club they could go wherever they wanted as long as they didn't enter somewhere without permission if it's public property. I'm afraid it's perfectly legal for them to go anywhere except inside this building at night. They're even allowed to enter this building at day since we have tours and things, this is public property, and they've mostly been using our washrooms. I'm afraid I can't argue with that. They actually had the gall to tell me that they didn't even need to tell me what they did, and that they no longer wished to answer any further questions! You have to command authority as their elder, you have to take charge of this land!" she said, speaking quickly, as if everything were just one long word.

"Hmm, I suppose there's no way of avoiding it. I'll find out what club they are eventually anyways, I may as well go talk to them, or their leader, or whoever organizes the thing." he muttered, and slowly got up from his desk. He looked at her and said
"Thank-you, you're dismissed from duty, you can have a couple of hours break." she nodded and thanked him and vanished off into the hall-way. She hadn't eaten lunch yet, and was starving. She was dying for food. On the way in she saw a particularly odd scene. A black-haired boy stood under a water fountain with a tool kit, his back to her. A second boy was crouching over the toolbox, she was unable to identify the second in any way as she hurried past, but it really looked like they were playing that old prank where you fix the water-fountain so that when you turn it on it spurts into your face instead. She gave a shrug, figuring that nobody would ever waste their time to pull a prank like that in a company, only kids do that kind of a thing, they must be the plumbers or something. Then she entered the cafeteria, finding the room full of those crazy girls. Eating and chatting at tables, standing in line, she gave a deep sigh. The line was massive! This was going to be a long day. Already she didn't like these girls one bit.

Two hours later a very tired head of I.P.M. headed towards the front entrance to meet with these hooligan girls. He was feeling thirsty, and decided that to make a good impression on these children, as he regarded them, he should clear his throat first, to make sure that he wouldn't start coughing. He headed for the water fountain, and lifted a white-gloved hand, he turned the thing on, and water came out, and completely soaked his face, water dripped down onto his suit, and he gave a baffled look.
"What in the name of tom-foolery? This thing is rigged!" he sputtered, feeling very embarrassed. He was about to head back to his office to dry off, when he realized the only keys he had were in his room, back in the other building. It was inevitable that he would meet these girls sooner or later, so dry or wet he decided that he would go and meet them.

A very soppy, wet head of I.P.M. entered the tents five minutes later. He tapped one of the girls on the shoulder and asked to speak to the head of the club. First she looked at his soaking wet shirt and chuckled, then she began to laugh and nodded, smiling. Well, at least these people were reasonable, the man thought to himself. Suddenly the girl was screeching at the top of her lungs, his ear drums rang with the sound. He was about to raise his hands to his ears when he remembered that that was rude.
"Hey everybody! Listen up! Some guy here has something to say!" everyone stopped talking immediately, the noise died down and everything was deadly quiet. Then, commanding attention with his appearance alone the man spoke, he looked at them as he talked.
"Firstly I own that company, along with this land. You are on my land, and I demand to know what club you are, who you represent, and why you are here."

"Well that's easy!" called one girl to him. They all nodded to each other in agreement. It was incredibly simple.
"We're a fan club, we're the fan club of the two greatest pilots in our worlds history! Mitsuhiro Sugimori, the famous Japanese Pilot, and Kaleb Brentwood, the American Pilot. The two moved residence from their old Learning Institute to here, and are, or will, or something like that, be working here for you. They had to top two marks in their school in piloting!" all the other girls gave dreamy sighs, or cheered, or something else. The head of I.P.M. gave a confused look, a fan club? That's all they were, not a riot or protesters?
"Two world's most famous pilots? If they work for me why haven't I ever heard of them?" the girls shrugged and told him to go call them to him themselves. He replied that that was exactly what he planned to do.

About an hour later he had called the two boys to his office. Kaleb, as usual was incredibly worried that they were in trouble again
"Oh god, here we go again. We haven't even started working for this company, and already we're in trouble! Are you proud of yourself Mitsuhiro? You'll get us both kicked out of here, that stunt you pulled at the water-fountain wasn't very nice, nor the cherry-bomb in the toilets. There was a guy trying to go to the bathroom, you know that?" Mitsuhiro yawned while Kaleb lectured him angrily. They were walking down a hall, towards the head of I.P.M.'s office. As they entered the room Mitsuhiro concealed his chuckling. The head of the company was covered in water!

"Have a little 'accident' sir?" giggled Mitsuhiro. The head could feel his face turning red.
"The water-fountain was broken. Now take a seat, we have serious matters to discuss." Kaleb glanced nervously at Mitsuhiro, who was trying hard to keep from laughing, the water-fountain trick had worked! Suddenly Mitsuhiro glanced at the head, then back at Kaleb. He looked back and forth once or twice. He could barely tell one from the other, the hair-style was different, Kaleb's was short cut, and his hair was white-yellow, the head's was long, golden, and flowed down to his shoulders. Sure Kaleb looked allot younger, but there was definitely a creepy resemblance between the two. Suddenly Kaleb looked at the head for the first time, and they locked eyes for a few minutes.