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“Get down!” Tim says.
“Ya right,” Ethan says and jumps out of the oak tree, landing directly on the back of a drone. The drone flipped but Ethan clings onto the shaft where the propellers are mounted.
“You are gonna get us killed!” Tim exclaims. He jumps down from the tree; a squirrel. As Ethan grapples for position on the drone, the propeller hums in his ear like an insect. Tim runs over and stands under him.
“I don’t need help!” Ethan says despite the fact he is too high up in the air. He finally gets his flannel shirt around the propeller of the drone, stopping it. Then he plummets through the air, down and down; spiraling courtesy of the three remaining spinning propellers. Then PLUNK!
Ethan lands on the ground, but the ground was–cushioned?
Huh? He was confused, and looks down at the ground and sees Tim, his rib cage is probably bruised.
“Hey, could you get off me?” he hears in a wheezing voice. He gets up, and Tim crawls out from under the now destroyed drone. “You’re welcome,” Tim says.
“For what?” Ethan asks, confused.
“For breaking your fall,” he replies, clearly annoyed. Tim thinks that he broke his fall?
“I didn’t need it.” Ethan was the top of his class in parkour, and Tim was in it too. He was also head of my class in robotics. He obviously knew how to land a jump, and how these drones worked. Why did he even need Tim?
“Ethan?” Tim asks, jarring me from his thoughts. “Let's go, before more come for us.”
Obviously Tim didn’t know how it worked. There was a microchip in each drone, that when a motor on the drone stops working it sends out a signal to all other nearby drones; telling them to check it out. So basically, they are about to have a lot of angry drones on their tails.
“Ya right,” Ethan says and jumps out of the oak tree, landing directly on the back of a drone. The drone flipped but Ethan clings onto the shaft where the propellers are mounted.
“You are gonna get us killed!” Tim exclaims. He jumps down from the tree; a squirrel. As Ethan grapples for position on the drone, the propeller hums in his ear like an insect. Tim runs over and stands under him.
“I don’t need help!” Ethan says despite the fact he is too high up in the air. He finally gets his flannel shirt around the propeller of the drone, stopping it. Then he plummets through the air, down and down; spiraling courtesy of the three remaining spinning propellers. Then PLUNK!
Ethan lands on the ground, but the ground was–cushioned?
Huh? He was confused, and looks down at the ground and sees Tim, his rib cage is probably bruised.
“Hey, could you get off me?” he hears in a wheezing voice. He gets up, and Tim crawls out from under the now destroyed drone. “You’re welcome,” Tim says.
“For what?” Ethan asks, confused.
“For breaking your fall,” he replies, clearly annoyed. Tim thinks that he broke his fall?
“I didn’t need it.” Ethan was the top of his class in parkour, and Tim was in it too. He was also head of my class in robotics. He obviously knew how to land a jump, and how these drones worked. Why did he even need Tim?
“Ethan?” Tim asks, jarring me from his thoughts. “Let's go, before more come for us.”
Obviously Tim didn’t know how it worked. There was a microchip in each drone, that when a motor on the drone stops working it sends out a signal to all other nearby drones; telling them to check it out. So basically, they are about to have a lot of angry drones on their tails.
“Get down!” Tim says.
“Ya right,” Ethan says and jumps out of the oak tree, landing directly on the back of a drone. The drone flipped but Ethan clings onto the shaft where the propellers are mounted.
“You are gonna get us killed!” Tim exclaims. He jumps down from the tree; a squirrel. As Ethan grapples for position on the drone, the propeller hums in his ear like an insect. Tim runs over and stands under him.
“I don’t need help!” Ethan says despite the fact he is too high up in the air. He finally gets his flannel shirt around the propeller of the drone, stopping it. Then he plummets through the air, down and down; spiraling courtesy of the three remaining spinning propellers. Then PLUNK!
Ethan lands on the ground, but the ground was–cushioned?
Huh? He was confused, and looks down at the ground and sees Tim, his rib cage is probably bruised.
“Hey, could you get off me?” he hears in a wheezing voice. He gets up, and Tim crawls out from under the now destroyed drone. “You’re welcome,” Tim says.
“For what?” Ethan asks, confused.
“For breaking your fall,” he replies, clearly annoyed. Tim thinks that he broke his fall?
“I didn’t need it.” Ethan was the top of his class in parkour, and Tim was in it too. He was also head of my class in robotics. He obviously knew how to land a jump, and how these drones worked. Why did he even need Tim?
“Ethan?” Tim asks, jarring me from his thoughts. “Let's go, before more come for us.”
Obviously Tim didn’t know how it worked. There was a microchip in each drone, that when a motor on the drone stops working it sends out a signal to all other nearby drones; telling them to check it out. So basically, they are about to have a lot of angry drones on their tails.
“Ya right,” Ethan says and jumps out of the oak tree, landing directly on the back of a drone. The drone flipped but Ethan clings onto the shaft where the propellers are mounted.
“You are gonna get us killed!” Tim exclaims. He jumps down from the tree; a squirrel. As Ethan grapples for position on the drone, the propeller hums in his ear like an insect. Tim runs over and stands under him.
“I don’t need help!” Ethan says despite the fact he is too high up in the air. He finally gets his flannel shirt around the propeller of the drone, stopping it. Then he plummets through the air, down and down; spiraling courtesy of the three remaining spinning propellers. Then PLUNK!
Ethan lands on the ground, but the ground was–cushioned?
Huh? He was confused, and looks down at the ground and sees Tim, his rib cage is probably bruised.
“Hey, could you get off me?” he hears in a wheezing voice. He gets up, and Tim crawls out from under the now destroyed drone. “You’re welcome,” Tim says.
“For what?” Ethan asks, confused.
“For breaking your fall,” he replies, clearly annoyed. Tim thinks that he broke his fall?
“I didn’t need it.” Ethan was the top of his class in parkour, and Tim was in it too. He was also head of my class in robotics. He obviously knew how to land a jump, and how these drones worked. Why did he even need Tim?
“Ethan?” Tim asks, jarring me from his thoughts. “Let's go, before more come for us.”
Obviously Tim didn’t know how it worked. There was a microchip in each drone, that when a motor on the drone stops working it sends out a signal to all other nearby drones; telling them to check it out. So basically, they are about to have a lot of angry drones on their tails.
Ethan had a plan, we needed to head to the paintball arena to get a gun so he could take down the drone, and lead the others to the wrong location. He considers myself an expert at paintball. He can surely snipe a drone from 300 or so feet to divert the drones away from them.
As they arrive there Ethan walks up confidently to the small stand surrounded by an arena on one side and the mansion half a mile away on the other. The place also seemed determined to have paintball gun in apparently every possible place. Ethan stands and says to the bearded man standing there, “Hey, I would like one paintball gun please.”
“Ok, sure,” the man responds, “That will be $12 please.”
“Umm…….” Ethan says, he couldn’t have accounted for this to cost money!
“Here you are,” says Tim; and slams two 20s on the counter. Ethan grits my teeth as he gets his change. Tim gets 5$ back.
“Hey!” he says, seeing how he got back way less than he should have. Then Ethan sees two paintball rifles in his hands, and he gets even more confused. Still not the right change!
“One of these paintball guns is the faster one, an owl you could say, silent and fast. So obviously more money to rent.” The man at the desk says.
Ethan rolls his eyes seeing that Tim is going to take the better gun. He decides to climb the net surrounding the arena to get a higher vantage point to shoot from.
“Catch!” Tim yells at him as he tosses a gun up to him. Ethan examines the gun, yes, this is definitely the slower one. Ethan steady’s the gun and peer’s through the sight. He gets it perfect almost instantly. However, just as he is about to fire, Tim jumps on the net, rocking him just enough to move his aim too low and he watches his only paintball miss the target. Why would Tim make him miss.
“What the heck!?” Ethan yells at him, “Why would you rock the net!?” He continues to press. He is about to yell some more at him when a green ball flies up a few feet away from his face. Instinctively Ethan reaches out and grabs it, a paintball. He loads and fires before even looking down.
Ethan had a plan, we needed to head to the paintball arena to get a gun so he could take down the drone, and lead the others to the wrong location. He considers myself an expert at paintball. He can surely snipe a drone from 300 or so feet to divert the drones away from them.
As they arrive there Ethan walks up confidently to the small stand surrounded by an arena on one side and the mansion half a mile away on the other. The place also seemed determined to have paintball gun in apparently every possible place. Ethan stands and says to the bearded man standing there, “Hey, I would like one paintball gun please.”
“Ok, sure,” the man responds, “That will be $12 please.”
“Umm…….” Ethan says, he couldn’t have accounted for this to cost money!
“Here you are,” says Tim; and slams two 20s on the counter. Ethan grits my teeth as he gets his change. Tim gets 5$ back.
“Hey!” he says, seeing how he got back way less than he should have. Then Ethan sees two paintball rifles in his hands, and he gets even more confused. Still not the right change!
“One of these paintball guns is the faster one, an owl you could say, silent and fast. So obviously more money to rent.” The man at the desk says.
Ethan rolls his eyes seeing that Tim is going to take the better gun. He decides to climb the net surrounding the arena to get a higher vantage point to shoot from.
“Catch!” Tim yells at him as he tosses a gun up to him. Ethan examines the gun, yes, this is definitely the slower one. Ethan steady’s the gun and peer’s through the sight. He gets it perfect almost instantly. However, just as he is about to fire, Tim jumps on the net, rocking him just enough to move his aim too low and he watches his only paintball miss the target. Why would Tim make him miss.
“What the heck!?” Ethan yells at him, “Why would you rock the net!?” He continues to press. He is about to yell some more at him when a green ball flies up a few feet away from his face. Instinctively Ethan reaches out and grabs it, a paintball. He loads and fires before even looking down.
When he does look down, he spots Tim, head down, looking defeated. Ethan can’t see his face, just his sandy ragged hair and tattered shirt from when Ethan had fallen on him. His inside out pockets were empty. That's when Ethan realized that Tim was sacrificing his body, shirt, money and possibly his life to help Ethan save the city from drones he angered.
“Hey, sorry I yelled at you earlier,” Ethan says with new understanding of his motives, “I shouldn’t have assumed that you had tried to sabotage me.”
Tim looks up at him with new eyes, that saw hope, eyes that saw a partner. “Alright, let’s turn the guns in,” he says, eager to get to the mansion.
As they walk toward the giant house, they see many drones fly out and head to the site of the destruction of the drone. “So how are we going to do this?” Tim asks, “do we just, like, kill the robots?”
“No. In a matter of fact we are going to take away their power source,” Ethan replies matter of factly.
“And how are we going to do that?” Tim asks, “By snapping our fingers and saying, ‘turn off!’?”
Normally Ethan would not tell him how, but they were a team; and there was no point in not telling Tim how they would pull it off. After gathering a deep breath he says, “We unplug them.”
“So we find an outlet, and take it out of the wall?” Tim asks sarcastically.
“Precisely.” Ethan responds. By this time the mansion is looming over them, like a giant ready to swallow them whole. The double doors its mouth, the window on either side like evil eyes, and the black roof like suspiciously clean hair. Ethan pulls back on the double doors, but nothing happens; he pulls harder. Nothing.
Tim rolls his eyes and walks up confidently and pushes the doors open. Before Ethan can even thank him, robots dart at them. These robots look like humans, but without facial features and white metal as skin. The robots all have spherical feet and hands. But on the end of each hand there is a spike.
Tim ducks and rolls under a robot's legs, Ethan however gets kicked back out of the house. Ethan groans as he lands on the sidewalk, his stomach aching from the kick. But then he remembers Tim, alone in the house with evil robots. Ethan runs and pushes the doors, no budge. Ugh, he thinks.
“Hey, sorry I yelled at you earlier,” Ethan says with new understanding of his motives, “I shouldn’t have assumed that you had tried to sabotage me.”
Tim looks up at him with new eyes, that saw hope, eyes that saw a partner. “Alright, let’s turn the guns in,” he says, eager to get to the mansion.
As they walk toward the giant house, they see many drones fly out and head to the site of the destruction of the drone. “So how are we going to do this?” Tim asks, “do we just, like, kill the robots?”
“No. In a matter of fact we are going to take away their power source,” Ethan replies matter of factly.
“And how are we going to do that?” Tim asks, “By snapping our fingers and saying, ‘turn off!’?”
Normally Ethan would not tell him how, but they were a team; and there was no point in not telling Tim how they would pull it off. After gathering a deep breath he says, “We unplug them.”
“So we find an outlet, and take it out of the wall?” Tim asks sarcastically.
“Precisely.” Ethan responds. By this time the mansion is looming over them, like a giant ready to swallow them whole. The double doors its mouth, the window on either side like evil eyes, and the black roof like suspiciously clean hair. Ethan pulls back on the double doors, but nothing happens; he pulls harder. Nothing.
Tim rolls his eyes and walks up confidently and pushes the doors open. Before Ethan can even thank him, robots dart at them. These robots look like humans, but without facial features and white metal as skin. The robots all have spherical feet and hands. But on the end of each hand there is a spike.
Tim ducks and rolls under a robot's legs, Ethan however gets kicked back out of the house. Ethan groans as he lands on the sidewalk, his stomach aching from the kick. But then he remembers Tim, alone in the house with evil robots. Ethan runs and pushes the doors, no budge. Ugh, he thinks.