Boris
Boris paced back and forth in the small room he'd been holed up in for the last two months. The phone rang, and Boris quite nearly jumped out of his pasty skin. He knew not to answer it. He knew that no one must know where he is. For two months, Zero Caspian and Jason Hero had been hot on his trail, and only by cutting himself off from the outside world was he able to keep his limbs intact. The phone was still ringing. He knew not to answer it, but he wanted to, so badly. He hadn't seen or heard another person in at least a week, since the man his boss, Dr. Julius Brench, PhD, MD had sent over with food.
Boris was an old man, and his heart was only kept pumping by a series of intricate mechanical cogs and pullies. The last two months had put serious strain on said cogs and pullies, making them squeak noisily whenever Boris became agitated, which was often, these days. Another food shipmnt was due in today, which agitated Boris especially, since it meant he had to undo the locks on the door that seperated him from the outside world. The phone was still ringing. It had rung 28 times, now. Boris noticed that the phone's ringer was making a strange buzzing noise in addition to it's extremely loud regular ring.
There was a knock at the door. Boris nearly pooped himself. He walked over to the door and peered through the eye-hole. "Who's this?" He thought, "Not my regular delivery man," he finished thinking. He examing the man through the eyehole. Something caught his eye. A small amulet that read "S" on a small stylised icicle. "S, S... Where do I know that from?" Boris thought, searching his memory. "OF COURSE! Steles the 'ice mage'! Famous trainer of Zero Caspian!" Boris fought down the urge to throw up out of sheer terror, and then began shuffling as quickly as his old bones would take him towards the emergency escape chute. The phone had stopped ringing.
Heart clicking and whirring, Boris dove head first into the chute. Down, down, down... left? "No, that's not right," Boris thought, and then he came to a sudden realisation. The buzzing in the ring had not been buzzing, it had been drilling! Someone had been using the phone to mask their altering of the escape chute. Boris hit himself on the head, which hurt a lot because Boris was fairly frail.
He came flying out of the chute after a minute or so. He landed on a great padded matress. It was pitch black. He could hear a car engine start, and then laughter from up ahead. Boris, chief man to Dr. Brench, reknowned crime lord and leader of Shadow Wing, had been captured entirely by his own machinations.
Jason Hero and Zero Caspian sat in the from of the van, laughing elatedly. After two months, they had finally captured Boris, and could now begin questioning him about things, things which were mentioned earlier that I can't remember.
However, little did Jason and Zero know that they were still being watched, and that their victory may be short-lived...
Boris was an old man, and his heart was only kept pumping by a series of intricate mechanical cogs and pullies. The last two months had put serious strain on said cogs and pullies, making them squeak noisily whenever Boris became agitated, which was often, these days. Another food shipmnt was due in today, which agitated Boris especially, since it meant he had to undo the locks on the door that seperated him from the outside world. The phone was still ringing. It had rung 28 times, now. Boris noticed that the phone's ringer was making a strange buzzing noise in addition to it's extremely loud regular ring.
There was a knock at the door. Boris nearly pooped himself. He walked over to the door and peered through the eye-hole. "Who's this?" He thought, "Not my regular delivery man," he finished thinking. He examing the man through the eyehole. Something caught his eye. A small amulet that read "S" on a small stylised icicle. "S, S... Where do I know that from?" Boris thought, searching his memory. "OF COURSE! Steles the 'ice mage'! Famous trainer of Zero Caspian!" Boris fought down the urge to throw up out of sheer terror, and then began shuffling as quickly as his old bones would take him towards the emergency escape chute. The phone had stopped ringing.
Heart clicking and whirring, Boris dove head first into the chute. Down, down, down... left? "No, that's not right," Boris thought, and then he came to a sudden realisation. The buzzing in the ring had not been buzzing, it had been drilling! Someone had been using the phone to mask their altering of the escape chute. Boris hit himself on the head, which hurt a lot because Boris was fairly frail.
He came flying out of the chute after a minute or so. He landed on a great padded matress. It was pitch black. He could hear a car engine start, and then laughter from up ahead. Boris, chief man to Dr. Brench, reknowned crime lord and leader of Shadow Wing, had been captured entirely by his own machinations.
Jason Hero and Zero Caspian sat in the from of the van, laughing elatedly. After two months, they had finally captured Boris, and could now begin questioning him about things, things which were mentioned earlier that I can't remember.
However, little did Jason and Zero know that they were still being watched, and that their victory may be short-lived...
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