The Second Wielder | Ben Tennyson

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

Jenny impatiently tapped her foot as she stood by the porch of her childhood home, waiting for a certain Revonnahgander to show up.

"Miss Midget," Zander grinned coming around the corner as Jenny was irked.

"You're late,"

"I had my reasons."

"Better be a good one," Jenny turned, moving to open the door to see it was locked, "So they remembered to lock after themselves."

"Luckily, I thought ahead," Zander tossed Jenny a tiny gadget.

"A bypass gadget, hm." Jenny shoved the little needle into the door lock, letting it adjust into a key before hearing a soft click. "How'd you get your hands on this? I thought only those with a search warrant issued can get it?"

"You have your hobbies, I have mine."

"You . . . you made this? Jenny held the gadget up in amazement.

"I graduated years early on the top of my class, do you honestly think just anyone can achieve such feats?"

"I never knew you were such a tech genius,"

"You never asked," Zander said, opening the door and flashing her a sly grin. "Ladies first?"

"Huh, at least now I know who to go to when I need unauthorized weapons," Jenny looked around, the place was as clean as ever. "Last time we checked this place we only went through the office and hallways, obviously someone stays out in this place in secrecy. And with how fishy their little crusade is, they got to have some secret hideout somewhere,"

"How are you certain it's within this house? It could be anywhere in Bellwood,"

"Because it's the most predictable place,"

"Not following,"

"If you uncovered that a person who used to live in this house before the fire came back and possibly works in some profession that requires them to have stealth and surveillance skills and the ability to completely hide their presence, what would the most obvious place to look for them be?"

"In this house?"

"But then you think to yourself, that's way too obvious. They couldn't be at the first place suspected, so you. . . ?"

"Never end up checking here at all," Zander snapped his finger, "They would be hiding in plain sight,"

"Exactly why we must search every possible hiding place in this house. Now with a two-story house that's 1,608 square feet total, it has enough space to have some hidden room or underground place, look for anything that can open to a door,"

"Yes ma'am," The two went off, Zander going to take the upstairs floor while Jenny continued to check downstairs.

She opened the closet doors to find the laundry machine with a basket on top, she fished through it to see her hunch was right, somebody was staying there. Though it wasn't enough to give away anything she didn't already figure out as she moved on.

"C'mon little clue to my damned brother," Jenny mumbled to herself, brushing her hand against all the walls as if one of them would move and reveal something to her. She noticed a grandfather clock down the hallway, it was not functioning like the clock she's seen in the office the other time.

Aha. Jenny grinned, brushing her fingers at the clock. This was the ticket in. But how? She looked around, trying to find something that could click together. She examined the clock closer, maybe she has to open the clock— Her train of thought ran short as her Omnitrix started ringing, signaling someone from Plumbers was trying to reach her as she groaned, begrudgingly answering it.