Cyrus Noble Chapter 20

We walked around and about the streets of Chicago. CHI-CA-GO. We made it all the way across the border-line between Canada and the U.S. The Archer Corporation must be international. They might even be world-wide. Crap. Well, what are we going to do now? Come on leader, lead already! I looked at the guys. Sara looked at me from the slide she was on. I gave her a smile and waved, but I don't think it worked. After walking out the back of a local clothing store with some new duds, we stopped and took a break at a playground, just so I could get my head together. My only rule was to always stay within my site, and they knew it. Viktor was leaning back, next to me; listening to everything around us. Sara was now at the sandbox, building little castles with Megan's and Longarm's help. Jazz was pushing Magnet on the swing. My gaze hovered on her for a second. "Dude. Just talk to her." I jumped at Viktor's words. "What?" I said. His face was turned towards me. "I'm not repeating myself, dude." I sighed. "Is it that obvious?" I asked. He smiled. "Tsk. If a blind guy can see it...." "I get your point." I interrupted. We didn't say anything for a few minutes. "What am I exactly going to say to her? 'Hey. I'm the only guy you ever had a chance with, ya know, us being lab accidents and all. Wanna go out?' I mean.....ugh." Viktor nodded like I made some sort of sense. He said, "Well, just hang out with her more. Be yourself. Oh, and don't be gay, that helps too." I rolled my eyes. Then I jumped again when I heard an alarm go off. Everyone stopped and looked at the Bank that, for some reason, was placed across the street from the playground. Everyone started backing away from the bank and into their cars. I saw no cell phones being pulled out. I focused on the Bank. The robbers were in regular street clothes. They had thin, back-pack looking things on, with matching helmets. Whatever weapons they were holding had a cable connecting their packs with the handles of their weapons. About three of them had rods that were shaped like swords, and they had electricity dancing along them. A few of them had rifles, and some merely had pistols. The one who was carrying a huge turret next to him was calling the shots. "Everyone! This is a bank robbery. Now everyone just behave and we'll all get back home before dinner." The robbers watched the panicked people while the leader approached the bank vault. He fired his weapon at the four corners of the huge vault door. The spheres of energy stuck to where he fired and, after he took a few steps back, exploded only when he pushed a button on his wrist. The door fell flat on the floor with a loud thud. I looked at Jazz to find that she had disappeared. I looked back at the bank to see her leading Magnet by the hand over to it. I said, in a horsed voice, "Jazz! Don't..." It was useless. She was against the wall of the building next to the huge windows of the bank. "That girl is going to get us killed!" I stood there and crossed my arms, muttering to myself. "Fine. Fine. She wants to get killed, she can get killed. I will not risk my neck for a bunch of......" I watched as Jazz pulled out three disks and said something to Magnet over her shoulder, holding the disks out to him. He held his hands over them and said something. She nodded, ordered one more thing to him, and walked up to the doors. She opened them threw the disks into the room and ran back to Magnet. Before the robbers could do anything about her, the disks stuck themselves to the opposite ends of the walls. One of them stuck to the floor right under the leader. A few of the others were too busy stuffing money into bags to notice, that is, until a terrible, high pitched screeching noise arose. The sound shattered everything glass. The people inside covered their ears at the sound, but robbers caught the worst of it. The leader was now on the floor, clawing at his own ears. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. I let out a deep, aggravated breath. I said, "Megan. I want you to stay here with Sara. When you see us running away, follow us. OK?" She nodded. I said, "Longarm. Viktor. Follow me." And, for some ungodly reason, we ran towards the commotion.