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Party Poison—Gerard:
“Mikey, I swear to everything, if you don’t tell me what that thing is—”
“I’ll tell you when I get it working, alright? So just cool it Ginger.”
“One, tell me what it is now, or I’ll pull over and beat you with it, and two…”
Mikey looks up, clearly annoyed with me, from whatever the hell he’s been working on since we left Dr. D’s, and looks at the two fingers I’m holding up. Ray starts to fidget like some nervous twit, and I hear Frank unbuckle himself from his seat.
I lunge at Mikey and let go of the steering wheel of our stolen car, “NEVER CALL ME GINGER!”
He ducks and shields his stupid little device so I don’t squash it, and I hit my head hard against the dashboard as the car swerves due to the lack of a driver. Frank leans over the driver’s seat and grabs the wheel, trying to avoid getting kicked in the face.
“Then you shouldn’t have dyed your freakin’ hair red ya idiot!” he’s shouts back, pissed off that I’ve let my temper get the best of me…again—normally it’s Mikey who loses it, but ever since D’s…
“Gee, cool it already, we’re not gonna seem convincing if you keep swerving the damn car every time you two get pissed off,” Ray says sounding irritated as he kicks the seat. It hits my head and I get off of Mikey so I can hit Ray instead. But Frank grabs the back of my collar on my jacket and pulls me back in front of the wheel.
“Drive, Mr. Bipolar,” he says flatly, ducking back into his seat before I can do anything.
I take the wheel back in my hands and try to focus on the plan for breaking into the next facility, it’s the first one we’ve done since I decided to take a break and go see the old hideout. That was a mistake, because Ray got caught up in a conversation with an MCR fan about a radio announcement saying they were looking for a guy called “T”, his old name from the danger days. When he got back from Dr. D’s he said he had to go back and give a kid some medicine for an infection, and I was stupid enough to ask who this kid was. When I heard that the kid was Lynzie’s, I dragged the rest of the gang down there to see who they were. The kid turned out to be mine, the one Lynzie always said was mine but I never believed her—I wish I had.
Now that I know, I’m kinda glad I wasn’t there to raise the kid because she’s a total pain-in-the-ass. A stubborn brat that only wanting to look after the little twit, the donor baby that was Danny’s. I left the kid behind, pretty pissed with her, and I’m guessing the kid’s pretty mad at me too, but I don’t really give a damn about that kid right now.
So now I’m back to this, saving others, seeing if any of them know where I can find Lynzie, it’s kinda redundant now, but maybe she was taken out here after the kids left her behind.
“Hey man, if it’s really such a big deal I’ll tell you what it is,” Mikey cuts in on my thoughts, snapping me out of it.
That’s why I don’t do this alone, I need people to talk to me and keep me from thinking about all the messed up stuff I don’t want to deal with.
“What is it?” I mumble, not really caring, but needing something to take my mind off things.
“A tracking system, I place the tracking device on something—anything, and this will tell me where it is,” he says holding up the metal box he was working on.
“Does it work?” I ask looking out to the horizon to see if I can spot the facility we’re after.
“Once I rework some wires it should,” he says turning back to it with that crazy look in his eyes.
“Mikey, if that thing blows up, I’m gonna kill you,” I say in a joking tone, trying to lighten up a bit now. But it’s happened before—luckily no one got hurt that time.
He glares at me like he always does, then turns back to the box, “If I put this wire here, it should work…now.” He flicks two switches, and sure enough, there’s an annoying beeping sound that tells me it’s working—and that I’m gonna break it within fifteen minutes.
“Wait, that can’t be right,” I look over at Mikey, who’s bent over his little box with a “What-the-hell?!” look all over his face.
“What?” Frank says poking his head up to look over Mikey’s shoulder. “Not gonna blow up is it?” he says grinning, knowing exactly how to piss Mikey off.
“No,” Mikey says, not falling for the joke—must be serious then.
“Then what’s wrong?” Ray cuts in from the back.
“It says that the tracking device is at the facility we’re heading for,” Mikey says, like two and two are starting to come together.
“Well where is the device if it’s not supposed to be there?” Frank says poking the screen.
“Back in Zone 5 with Specter,” Mikey mutters.
“What?!” I yell, turning full force on Mikey. “Why would it be with her?”
“I gave it to her so that if she needed help she just had to press a button on it and I’d come and help,” Mikey says back, letting his pissed self rear up again. “She’s my niece I should have a right to help her if I want to.”
“And what? She’s my daughter, so did that mean you planned on dragging me on those missions?” I spit out, turning back to the road.
“So why is it there then?” Ray says, leaning around the head of the seat to look at the screen and pushing my question aside.
“I only have one guess to that,” Mikey says getting pale as he looks back to the screen. “But what I don’t get is why the signal’s not going off, it would’ve started right up when I turned it on if she was calling for help.”
“Maybe that parts broken,” I mutter, thinking about how fast that kid is to get in trouble.
“Or maybe she’s not calling for help,” Frank says faintly, sounding serious for once and looking at me with solemn eyes.
I look back to him, then at the glowing green screen of the tracking device.
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose to try and calm down, “Where is she located?”
“It looks like she’s being held close to its car impound,” Mikey says taking a closer look at the fuzzy screen’s model of he facility.
“Alright then,” I say taking the wheel with both hands. I slam down on the accelerator, and we pick up speed, at this rate, we should be there before nightfall.
Part 47: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/zone-specter/danger-days-part-47
