We walk in the kitchen to see four staring at a burnt egg. "Did you sleep?" I ask, him as he takes a bite.
"Did you?" So he heard us. Great. I look over at nine. He just shrugs his shoulders.
"Yes."
"Sounds like it. Anyway do you want any burnt eggs?" He asks, pointing towards the pan still in the stove.
"We both know you can't cook." I say, before messing with his hair.
"I was hungry." I shake my head. I go over, and start scrubbing the pan out. Saying the eggs are all stuck to it.
Nine, sits on the stool next to him. "So where's this tablet that's so important?"
"Four has it, but we can't find a way to charge it. The plugin is triangle. We couldn't find a charging cord, although we were currently running from the government, so we didn't have time to look." I say, as i scrub at a piece of egg.
"Sandor, has a bunch of boxes in the sirvalence room. I've peaked in them a few times. It just looked like a bunch of useless junk." Nine, responds,
"I mean it's not a bad place to start." Four finishes, I rinse off the pan, dry it, and put it up.
"We'll let's go." I say, as I dry my hands off with a dish towel. They both get up. Four grabs the tablet. We head to the surveillance room. He starts digging through the boxes like a mad man. He finally pulls out a cord matching the tablet's description.
"Think it will work?" He asks,
"I hope so. We need to know what's on it."
Four walks in. The tablet tucked under an arm. Nine plugs it in. We see eight dots. Six are blue. Two are red. Three blue dots are in London. One red dot is in West Virginia. Two blue dot and one red dot are in Chicago. That's us. And one blue dot is in New Mexico. "What's in New Mexico?" I ask,
"Hold on." Nine says, leaning over the keyboard. His hair slightly in his face. He pulls it up. "Looks like a base." He zooms in, and we see mogs. As well as a mogdorien ship. The ramp goes down, and we see ra get off it. "What! Why is the government helping him! So he has them after us too? Fuck!" He yells, i agree with him. Somehow I feel his anger. Maybe it's the whole mate thing, or maybe I'm just angry.
"We need to get there." Four says, we both nod in agreement.
"I have a car." Nine says, grabbing some keys. He waves to someone, and then we're in the garage. He pulls a cover off an old beat up car. Inside it's not.
"Nice car." I say, as I slid in the backseat.
"I know right. It's every boys dream." He says, as he gets in the driver seat.
Four open up my door. "Trade?" He asks, I nod. We always tend to do this on long trips. I go and sit next to nine.
"Ready guys?" He asks, he doesn't wait for a response. We're already off on the road. After a while I break the silence.
"Do you think the others will be there?" I ask,
"I hope so. I don't plan on taking that son of a bitch down just the three of us. Well four. Assuming the other person isn't too messed up." Nine says, he has a point. The rest of the car ride is silent.
We know we probably won't make it out of this one alive, but we fight anyway. What choice do we have?