Chapter 9 - Back to Square One

            Cough, cough !!!

            The man coughed violently, then gasped for breath as he threw himself down on the wet floor. What is this? Why is he now the center of attention of big men, some of whom have a full bucket of water.

            "Tell me where the man who was with you!" His back hair is pulled. Evan was forcibly drowned in the bathtub in his room. One of them stomped her head on hard. Both of his hands were tackled so that Evan couldn't defend himself. "TELL WHERE IS HE"

            Several portions of water have entered through his nose. His gaze was firefly, he even vomited a lot of water when his head was drawn out to be slapped many times.

            "I do not know"

            "Who do you think you dare to trick me, huh?"

            "I DON'T KNOW" His voice rose. “You think if I know where he is now, I will come back in here, huh? Stupid asshole” His head was again and again an easy target to hit. The man couldn't even feel some parts of his body because the impact was too hard.

            "Let's just move this bastard." One of the wardens opened his voice. While the man who was the opponent moved his head with gesture ask for an explanation. "We'll transfer him to another cell. We don't know what he's been doing in this cell. If this bastard gets away again, we're the ones going to die, you know that right? "

            The other male nodded in agreement. Evan's body was dragged away like trash. Michael and Petter, who had never seen his face before - because the cell he had was outermost - were a little stunned by the many wounds and blood on his body and clothes.

            So does Evan. Himself who has never seen other prisoners, was shocked by how Ainsley lived in this confinement. No wonder why Hans mentioned that the girl was helpless even though her abilities were far above average.

            Now he was just thrown in a new cell. Is the deepest when compared to other prisoners in the room. He groaned in pain. Creeping towards the bed, then just fell asleep, without caring about the blood that would dry on clothes and his body.

Aldeolos

            Now the guard of their room is getting tighter. Usually the guards would just go back and forth into the room to provide food and clothing needs, thinking that their room was closely monitored by cameras, now being fully guarded for twenty-four hours, with three guards watching in turn.

            Petter is seen biting his thumb nail. Staring uncomfortably at the angle he believed contained civilians. It was as if his life, which had been confined so far, was becoming more and more confined.

            It's either what time it has been, or what day since Evan's escape with a mysterious man named Hans at that time. Petter, who tries to figure out the clock by counting the seconds per second, is thwarted by a drowsiness that is so severe that he doesn't even realize he is asleep.

            "Hello?? Did someone hear me ?? "

            No answer.

            “Please .. my head hurts a lot. I need medicine "Again and again there was no answer. The only underage human there was trembling a little, afraid that if he opened his voice, said what was inside his head, everything would be even more messy.

            "I don't think they're here, Petter," Michael's voice was hoarse. It seems that the man woke up suddenly when he heard Petter's voice, which was quite loud when he called the guards earlier.

            "Are you sure?"

            "Yes. I haven't heard the sound of the door opening since they left this room twenty minutes ago. "

            "But if you fell asleep"

            "I'm sensitive to sound"

            "Is it true?"

            "Petter," his voice was low. Well, thanks to the patience that was trained during his life in the orphanage. At least he wouldn't scold an annoying kid like Petter. Meanwhile, the one who became the subject chuckled as he drew closer to the bars in his cell.

            "Pssttt psstt uncle scientist"

            "Shut up, kid"

            "Just shut up, sis !!"

            "Hey, why did you call that bitch sis, while I was called uncle !?"

            "You wanna die, bastard ???"

            “Can you guys calm down? I think my head was getting crushed after hearing your commotion.” The voice of Micha and Ainsley's response was loud enough to make Evan wake up from sleep -or maybe pass out, and made Petter smile because he was more convinced by the absence of the guards in their room.

            "Uncle scientist, I will speak quietly, so please listen carefully"

            "Hey, why the way you talk are following that bastard?“ Hans is the bastard that Evan was referring to. “Ughh… that's not the point. Looks like yesterday's uncle really tried to help us out ” he continued again in a whisper.

            The room was silent for several second. The others tried to put their ears in good stead, anticipating that if they made too much noise, the guards would easily spot them.

            "What do you mean, boy?"

            "Try to hold your neck, uncle. I seem see my chip is embedded in your neck ” Evan obeyed. He felt some parts of his neck, then stopped at the point where the pain still spread to the tendons in his legs. The point of the injection wound given by Hans at that time.

            "Can you take it out chips then give it to me?" Petter returned to his voice after a few minutes of no response from the man he was talking to. “You can coat the chip in anything, it can't be dirty or it won't work properly. Then throw it into the mafia sissy cell. Later that sister will throw at the serial killer uncle, then the uncle will throw it at me"

            OK. Forget about Michael being patient, because now it seemed like an imaginary crossroad had appeared on the handsome boy's forehead. "Watch your mouth, little boy"

            Petter and Michael grumbled at each other in small voices. Michael's baritone voice collided with the hoarse voice of Petter's puberty. Not to mention that when Petter raised his voice, it sounded more like a dolphin communicating.

            "How do I get out chipsthis? And that girl won't be able to do what you command, boy” Evan's voice came back. Now he is busy looking for ways to injure himself in order to remove the chip earlier. "Hey, won't this chip enter my body, it means this chip is already dirty?"

            "It doesn't matter if it's not scratched. If it was only covered in blood, the metal part would not be damaged. If when it is transferred, the metal parts are scratched because they are not coated, it will only be a waste” he answered. "Besides, why can't the mafia sissy pass the chip? Is she already palsied? "

            "..."

            “Maybe you could say this is even worse than being palsied while I'm here” Ainsley replied after a long pause. It seemed useless too if she was angry with that one boy. After all, he only asked everything that was the end of his curiosity, typical of children's thoughts.

            "What is your name?"

            "Hm? I? Petter” he said, pointing at himself.

            "Is chips this can get us out of here? "

            "No, but it can help quite a lot. I'll put that chip in the damn machine," he pointed at the machines that set their bar code. The damn eight-digit random number generator, which was replaced by random every ten minutes. “if yesterday's uncle really came with the disc and cellphone I ordered, I think it would be a game over for this prison. It's quite difficult, but that doesn't mean I can't "

            Evan nodded silently. He rushed around this room even though he limped. Trying to find anything that could help him get the chip around his neck, even though a grimace always appeared on his lips.

            "I hope you don't forget me, Petter"

Aldeolos

If there was anyone who was going to be the first victim of the young Physicist's murder who became a scourge for his disheveled mind, then the answer would be himself. Call him impulsive - in fact the incident where he left Evan a few hours ago after giving the injection was something he didn't think about first. He somehow thought that by inserting the chip faster into the prison, the faster the genius boy there would come up with several break-in scenarios. Even though there were many situations he didn't know, at least Petter could easily get himself out of the cell.

However, Hans said that he was too stupid, so in fact he was just pensive in an expensive cafe with bitter black liquid in his right hand while messing his hair in a ruff. He forgot about his original intention to get Evan out, in addition to being a 'courier' for the chip, he was also the person who would be responsible for him on a mission to steal Petter's disk and smartphone from his own home. At least help him think how to sneak in there without making a fuss.

He took a light bite of the colorful macaroon he had bought just a moment ago - chewing using only his front teeth like a squirrel while buying time to think. He really can't if he is told to think hard without doing anything. Usually a pen or pencil on his desk will be the victim.

If he was going to just break into it, actually he could. He didn't care that he would return to prison there with a new title, namely as a fugitive with the crime of stealing his cellphone, but for God's sake, this was the first time he took action outside his comfortable environment. It seemed that her inner heroic calling made the man act impulsively again and again.

Collage pieces created imaginatively on his head. Various kinds of scenes stuck in his mind, trying to make a play that could be done to enter one of the rooms in this expensive apartment across the café.

Now the legs stepped out. Tidying up his semi casual jacket also put on a knot smile to at least create an image that he was not a poor person for what reason to enter an expensive apartment like this. His body moved by the brain to the post where the guards were eating their breakfast while joking with laughter.

"Morning sir, is there a package for me?"

“Looks like it's our first time seeing you. What's the apart number? "

"606" alright. Pray that his brain can work quickly to find the many answers among the opportunities that might lead to fatal mistakes later. The expressions of the men in front of him were guessed. That it looks like room no 606 has occupants. He had been asking from the start just in case. But it seems like a pretty fatal mistake.

"Did you recognize the number wrong? Number 606 has been filled in by a husband and wife for a long time, we know him "

“Ah, I don't live there. Her husband and I are co-workers. He said that the package for me had been left here. Is it true?"

“Ah… you are Mr. James's colleague. But he didn't leave anything three days ago "

“Ahahaha alright. Looks like I'll just ask straight away, thank you. ” Hans bowed his body a little then moved naturally into the elevator that took him to the sixth floor. Thank you to one of the men who mentioned the name of the owner of room number 606 - at least bringing this pair of legs to easily sit in the living room only with the words of a work partner.

If anyone would laugh at him with satisfaction right now, it would be angels as well as demons or perhaps the gods - I don't know what, he wasn't good enough to understand religious matters he didn't really believe - about how he returned to reproach his stupidity about not bringing Evan-- All right, or maybe Petter. He didn't have much reason to make this middle-aged woman disappear briefly from the living room and make it easier for her to sneak into room 607 via the balcony.

His brain was working hard. Now Hans is cursing while shouting where his impulsive nature is sometimes advantageous. He needed an idea to open it .. Now a cute smile can easily be etched on his charming lips.

"Maam, isn't that your daughter?" his hand stretched out to point to a large photo frame with her palm. Such a good manner.

"That's right" she replied softly. If you pay attention, this woman really looks like a humble princess from a noble family, or maybe a royal family. How does she smile, how is her regular and gentle speech, how does she stare. At least there are some points in Hans that are slightly regretting his actions to deceive this kindhearted human. "My husband rarely talks about it, huh? He is a little shy with other people” she continued.

Hans was flabbergasted, chuckled and then took a sip of the beautiful colored flower tea that had been served. "Yes, I think he's quite shy" he replied. The man just realized that the man named James who became the figure he was supporting was now a man who was quite old. Presumably seven to ten years older than him.

"Maam, aren't you worried? I heard there was a case of a shooting at the university where your daughter is studying ” which suddenly made the face of the woman in front of him change. It has been a year since three mass shootings occurred in three different educational institutions. One of them was done by their own students as a result of bullying, followed by two of them were scoundrels who felt that the incident should be continued.

Naturally, if the mother of one child just believed it. She hurriedly went from there to her room to contact her daughter after briefly saying goodbye to Hans, who of course nodded happily. Five minutes. It took only five minutes for him to steal the disc.

He carefully opened the glass door that connected it to the veranda, praying that his five-minute action would not be observed by anyone from the other verandas. It's a weekday after all and it's still eleven in the morning. People are still busy at their respective workplaces and have not yet entered lunchtime.

The distance between one balcony and the other balcony is quite far for him. The distance he had to jump was enough for him to swallow his saliva with difficulty. However, when he did not want to be friends with him, the goddess of luck did not necessarily stop on his shoulder.

He jumped as hard as he could, slipped a little because his legs were too long when he wanted to step on the edge of the balcony, but thankfully his hands were able to support his body weight, at least not making him fall to death from the sixth floor, but still making a little noise.

He noticed the balcony lock which was still neatly installed behind the door. Smiling happily then took off the necklace he was wearing. Inserting into the door hole until the pendulum hooks into the lock, then he can easily open the door.

His feet tried to move slowly, making no sound as he searched for the disc and cellphone that Petter was referring to. However, a female voice suddenly sounded, and made his body freeze for a moment.