Rescue: Part 1

It was late on a Saturday afternoon and Amelia was lying on her floor listening to her Evanescence music and thinking, just thinking. She was just in one of her moods, and she was thinking; trying to figure out what was causing the mood.

Finally, she had had enough thinking, she was getting too sad. She took out her phone and texted Lauren, Summer, Susan, and Katie, something very lovely and witty. She waited, no reply. It had been days since she had last heard from them. Where were they?

She called Katie’s house. It rang and rang until finally her sister picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey is Katie there?”

“Who is this?”

“Frances!”

“No actually come to think of it I haven’t seen her in a day or two.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem, tell me if you see her.”

“I will, bye.”

That’s weird, I hope she is ok, Amelia thought. She picked up her phone and called Summer’s and Susan’s house and got the same reaction both times. She was really worried now. Then she picked up her phone one last time to call Lauren’s house.

“Hello?” Amelia heard Lauren’s mom’s on the other end.

“Hey Jen, I was wondering if Lauren was there?”

“Nope I thought she was with you. I haven’t seen her in a few days.”

“Oh, well let me look into it and see what I find out.”

“Ok, thanks, bye.”

Amelia sat on her floor and and thought about where they could be. She took out her phone and dialed Aunt Mallory’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Aunt Mal I was wondering if Aidan was there.”

“Yeah hold on a second.”

“Hello?”

“Hey Aidan. I need some mission equipment what you got for me?”

“Ok go to your closet and type in the code. I’ve been working on some new stuff.”

“Ok,” Amelia said and she walked over to her closet. She moved aside her clothes and typed in her code. 1-4-7-3. It slid open quickly and she walked inside.

“I’m in,” Amelia said into the phone.

“Ok, walk over to the weapon wall. You there?”

“Yup.”

“Ok, your gun is now a grappling hook and a gun. The top trigger is the gun and the bottom is the hook. Now before I give you any more weapons walk over to your wardrobe. Now you will see a pair of black yoga pants, a black tank top and a black leather jacket. That is your uniform. And before you make that face saying “well that is stupid” listen to me. There is a sling across the thigh for your phone and a sling across the other for your gun. The phone one is on your sword side, the left, and the gun hook the right. On the inside of the jacket is a bunch of ninja stars, a dart shooter, some sleeping darts, instant darkness powder, a flashlight, a pocket knife, and a dagger. On the floor is a pair of black vans. The vans symbol on the back is a button; when pressed it opens the compartment on the bottom that holds an extra gun. Not one up to the level and technology of your real gun but enough to be of use if you get captured. Hanging next to that is a floor length black cloak with a hood. This is your invisibility cloak that you told me to make. It is just as good if not better then Harry Potter’s. Hanging on the wall next to all of this is a pair of glasses with no lens. These glasses are no ordinary set of glasses. They have built in lights, and a built in GPS. You can also communicate with me through these glasses and I will feed you information. It will feed me what you are seeing and I can send you diagrams that will be projected where the lens should have been. Lastly, your plane. I have added a cooling mechanism in the engine so we won’t have another freezing incident. It can also shrink, become invisible and I added a few extra jets to make it go faster. And that is it.”

“Thank you Aidan.”

“My pleasure, good luck.”

Amelia changed into her outfit and fit the gun into its hold. Everything fit perfectly, a match made in heaven. Amelia went over to the table and grabbed the keys to her plane. She went into the hanger and started up her plane, feeling the exhilaration of being back in the pilot’s seat. She opened up the hanger, pressed the steering wheel forward and pulled up. Her body tingled at the rush of flying. She was off! Hopefully she wouldn’t be too late.