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Jul. 22nd, 2005 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoureThere had been a lot of tears, and much joy following the return to Thunderbase.
Stonedragon reminded Maria that her husband was an Immorti and, therefore, was not gone, just in limbo for a decade or so.
No, it didn’t help any more than you might think it would.
Mickey did spend enough time comforting his mother and his brother that it did help him get out of himself just a bit.
Hank and Jeremy were helpful also. They were good friends. Mickey couldn’t thank Hank enough for saving his mother and brother. Hank was just happy to help.
That night, after everyone else had fallen into fitful sleep, Mickey found himself up and watching television. Not because there was anything he wanted to see, but because he was going to be up and he didn’t want the silence to be sitting there with him.
There was something else bothering him.
Why had Shastan given up so easily? He’d seen too many movies not to understand that, though it seemed hard at the time, this was not the fever-pitched “final battle” the evil Immorti had
promised.
There was something more.
What it was would come to him, even if he had to watch all of “The Three Stooges Meet Hercules” to figure it out.
Even after that he was close to an answer, but it still refused to stop banging around on the inside of his head and come forward and identify itself.
He went to the mini-fridge and got out a root beer (They had some sort of generic brand that was okay, but he couldn’t wait until he could have some Barq’s again).
He sat down, popped the top and flipped to the house channel, but it still wasn’t up. Too many security circuits had been cut during the time the base was being occupied. It would be days until all the systems were back on line.
Days until the house security systems were back on line!
Then he realized, it had all been to get them out of Thunderbase! The Groom Lake incident would get them fired up, and then the world capitol attacks would get them out of the way. That’s when Shatan would take over the base and do something that was not to come on line till later.
That time he had been right there in the tower, he must have done something.
Mickey picked up the phone and dialed Hank.
The groggy psychic agreed to come over to the apartment as soon as he could get dressed.
That was when his mother came in the room, “You concerned too?” She asked him.
“It was too easy,” The boy told her.
“That’s your father talking,” She said with a proud smile.
The boy felt a touch of pride too. © 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
