Chapter 19

By: Inuki **Ookami**

That was that. They were right there.
"So here's the plan, you go in and distract the guard on duty, tell him you are thinking of, uh, I don't know, pursuing a career in being a security guard, when he's not looking sleep these extra-strength drowziness pills into his coffee, he'll be a lump of bricks in no time flat. Then we can get out of here. No harm done." whispered Mitsuhiro. The two sat at the entrance of the town prison.
"Two things, how do you know he'll be drinking coffee? Another thing, why won't you tell me why we're here? What's the big secret?" asked Kaleb in a hushed voice. He was even more worried than before at this point. He didn't like it one bit. Prisons are dangerous!
"Trust me, security guards always drink coffee and police always eat doughnuts! They wouldn't put it on television if it weren't true! Besides, it's none of your business what I'm doing in there." replied Mitsuhiro in a stern voice. Kaleb was really beginning to wonder.
"You know, I always thought that television rotted your brain out, now I know the truth. I think I have every right to know what you are doing, I'm practically risking my neck here for you, and you can't even tell me why? Humph!" Kaleb groaned. It was another scheme, he was sure of it. Only this time it wasn't just some little prank. He had some really dangerous plans, Kaleb could feel it.

"Hi there." said Kaleb, feeling foolish and embarrassed as he entered the office. One security guard sat there, working the night shift. It was a very small prison. A few books lay scattered on the Security guard's desk. He seemed to be reading a survey.
"Hello there son, kind of late time of night to be visiting someone, ain't it?" said the man, after sipping some of his coffee.
"Well, I'm not really uuh, visiting anyone, err- I've come to interview you for my school report. We have to learn about careers we'd uuh, like to pursue. I always kind of wanted to be a night shift security guard. You know, watching over a bunch of murderers at midnight, it's creepy and exciting!"

"Well son, I'm glad you've got such an interest in my job, 'cause I sure don't. To tell you quite frankly it's borin' as hell!" he took another sip of his coffee. Then he gave a rather bored sounding yawn, and leaned back on the swivel chair he was sitting upon.
"Well, has anything ever happened to you, like, have any criminals ever escaped and tried to attack you?" Kaleb asked, pretending to listen, his heart was beating a million miles a minute, he was incredibly nervous, and scared. This wasn't the greatest scheme yet.
"No, not really. Tell you what, drinking all this coffee and all, I've gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back out in a moment, just stay right there." as the man went out Kaleb very nervously took out the two white pills, and put them into the man's coffee, the water frothed and bubbled, but the pills floated right to the top. Kaleb knew then that the pills presented quite the problem for him.
"Damn!" Kaleb whispered to himself. He took a pen from the security guard's desk, and mashed the things into the bottom of the cup, the luke-warm coffee frothed some more, and then Kaleb relaxed as it settled, looking like regular coffee again.

"Psst! Up here!" whispered Mitsuhiro. He was in a barred window, about three feet from the ground he stood on, the actual room inside was on much lower ground, as the building was built on a hill, and so he looked down at the man below him, who looked up.
"Do I know you? What do you want?" the man said in an angry tone of voice. His eyes had dark red veins in them, it looked creepy!
"I'll break you out of here, if you make me an atomic bomb." he whispered through the window. He puts his hands on the cold bars.
"You're out of your mind kid, those things could blow up this whole country! In fact, even if I wanted to make one I wouldn't be able to get the materials. They wouldn't let a prisoner terrorist like me get my hands on materials like th- wait! Did you say you could bust me out of here?"

"Yes! I've got all the materials for the outer-shell right here. I need you to work on it every night for me, I'll come back for it in a month, I can finish the inside myself after that, and I can bust you out of here right after that." the man agreed, and Mitsuhiro slid the materials for the shell of the bomb in through the window slowly as to make sure that nothing would break or become damaged.
"It'll have to be a tiny one though, I'm afraid materials are even more expensive than they used to be these days." muttered Mitsuhiro as he vanished. Meanwhile the security guard was beginning to get a little suspicious of Kaleb, like why he wasn't writing anything down, when an overwhelming urge to sleep over-came him. He soon found himself dozing off. He was out like a light when Kaleb tried to wake him, to see what would happen. Nothing did. Kaleb snuck over towards a metal cabinet, and began leafing through files. He pulled the one out that Mitsuhiro said he wanted. It was of a terrorist who had recently set off a bunch of dangerous home-made bombs or something. He quickly left, closing the drawer. He even had gloves on, in case they checked for finger-prints. The two boys quickly escaped, and got home, luckily avoiding the crazy girls, who were by now all over town, in clubs and bars, in all-night tattoo parlors, and even super-markets, hoping for a chance to see their beloved idols in person. As the boys entered the campus of the company they found few girls were left there, most went on the wild goose chase of a manhunt. The two boys climbed back in through their window, Kaleb doing a flip in mid-air as he jumped from the tree to the windowsill. They American boy gave a sigh as his stomach rumbled, neither of them had eaten dinner yet, they had missed it. Kaleb was staring too.

He went to bed that night hungry and feeling very weak, weary, tired, and drained of energy. His hair was matted to his forehead from sweat, and he pushed it back as he lay in bed that night, thinking, thinking of the memories of the past, of Mitsuhiro's visions of the future, of I.P.M., of the simulator, of the robot they had seen through the telescope in space, of the things they had bought in the store, the two engineers, the crazy fan-club of girls, of the head-instructor, going to the jail and grabbing the files of a terrorist, of the head of I.P.M., and finally of him fighting Mitsuhiro. He began to piece some of the things together in his mind. Mitsuhiro planned to use his old roommate's knowledge to build the inside of some kind of a bomb, and had somehow convinced the terrorist to create it's shell, that's why they had bought the strange things in that store, then he planned to steal a titan when he was better trained with it, and go into outer-space, and maybe somehow launch a bomb at that robot? And maybe another at I.P.M.? No. Mitsuhiro had had some pretty hair-brained schemes in the past, but nothing this crazy. He couldn't possibly plan on doing this- could he? And what was with the memories. and visions? Why was there something so oddly familiar about the head of I.P.M.? And why did Mitsuhiro set that simulator two or three years ago so that they would be able to fight one on one, without the robots? And as he lay in bed, drifting off to sleep, instead of answers, he only found more questions. He was asking most of them to himself, but others he wondered if anybody knew the answers to in the entire world. Finally he was lulled off to sleep by the darkness around him. And that night a single white feather floated in the still partially open window, and landed on Kaleb's face.