The Strike Trilogy

by Charlie Wood

  “Yes,” Orion said, opening the car door. “I’m going in now. Stay here. Don’t move.”

  “You’re joking, right?” Keplar asked.

  Orion stepped onto the street. “Yes.”

  Keplar threw his hands up and slouched down further in the seat. “Great. Now he’s making jokes. What a time to start.”

  “I just learned a bunch of new jokes from my joke book,” Scatterbolt said, as he sat cross-legged on the floor of the backseat. “I can tell you some while Orion’s in there.”

  Keplar grumbled and pulled the fisherman’s hat over his eyes.

  Inside Tony’s Pizzeria, Chad watched with a smile as his co-worker Stacey walked out of the kitchen and toward the break room. He was very pleased with his progress today; he was pretty sure the fact that she had just thrown a handful of flour in his face was a sign that she liked him.

  “Chad,” the manager of the pizzeria said. “Can you take care of the cash register while Stacey’s on break?”

  “Sure,” Chad replied, as he put down the pizza dough he was tossing into the air and wiped his hands on his apron. When he reached the register, a customer was already waiting for him.

  “Hi,” Chad said, looking up. “Can I help you?”

  The customer was a black man with grey hair and glasses, wearing a long, red coat.

  “Yes,” Orion said. “I think you can.”

  Chad waited for the order. “Okay. Go ahead.”

  “Do you know who I am?” Orion asked.

  Chad stared at him. Then his eyes went wide.

  “Oh my god,” he said. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

  “Please calm down,” Orion replied. “Don’t act out of the ordinary.”

  Chad’s eyes were pinned open, and a smile was quickly growing across his face. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. You’re him. You’re him! Tobin’s showed me pictures of you. You’re Orion!”

  Orion spoke softly. “Please don’t use my name.”

  “This is so awesome!” Chad whispered, not very quietly and with a massive grin. “Why are you here? Is Tobin with you?” He looked out the pizzeria’s glass door. “Oh my god, this is so crazy! I can’t believe you’re actually here! This is awesome!”

  Orion kept his voice down. “Please just act like I’m any other customer.”

  “This is awesome!” Chad said again. “I can’t believe I’m talking to you! I’ve never met a superhero before! I mean, besides Tobin and everything. But this is so cool! I can’t believe you’re here!”

  Orion gave up. He motioned toward the street. “Come on. Let’s talk outside.”

  As Orion opened the driver’s side door of the getaway car, Chad opened the passenger side and looked into the back seat. Scatterbolt was there, sitting on the floor, while Keplar was hunched down behind the front passenger seat, in his trench coat.

  “Oh my god,” Chad said. “It’s the dog. The dog is here. This is amazing.”

  “I guess my disguise didn’t work,” Keplar replied.

  Scatterbolt waved up at Chad from the floor. “Hi!”

  Chad sat down in the front of the car and closed the door. “This is crazy. I can’t believe you guys are here. I’ve always wanted to meet you. I can’t believe this!”

  “Yes, we’re all very excited,” Orion replied. “But we can’t stay here very long, Chad. We need to ask for your help with something.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes, but we can’t talk about it here in the open. Do you have anywhere we could go?”

  “Um, I don’t know. Both my parents are home from work right now. What do you guys need my help with? Does it have to do with Tobin?”

  “Yes,” Orion replied.

  Chad grew concerned. “Is he okay?”

  “He’s fine,” Orion said. “But it’s...complicated. Can you think of anywhere we can go? Anywhere where we’ll be safer?”

  Chad thought it over. “I have an idea. But Jen is gonna be really pissed.”

  Seven minutes down the road, Chad led Orion, Keplar, and Scatterbolt into Jennifer’s house.

  “Here it is, guys. Just be careful.”

  “Are you absolutely sure her parents aren’t going to be home, Chad?” Orion asked.

  “Yes, I’m absolutely positive,” Chad replied. “They’re in the Barbados right now. They won’t be home for a week. Jen was planning on having a party tonight.”

  “Is she home right now?” Orion asked.

  “No,” Chad said, peering out the living room blinds. “It doesn’t look like it. Her car’s not here.”

  “Okay. Give her a call and let her know what’s going on.”

  As Chad retrieved his phone from his pocket, Keplar walked into the kitchen and whipped off his trench coat, tossing it to the floor.

  “Finally I can take off this stupid thing. I’m so sick of disguises.” The dog swung the refrigerator door open and stuck his head in. “Now, let’s see what they have in here…”

  “Ooooo!” Scatterbolt said, his eyes lighting up. “Earth TV!” The robot dashed into the living room and leapt onto the couch, grabbing a remote control from the coffee table. “Oh, they have Downton Abbey!” He turned to Keplar in the kitchen. “Keplar, they have Downton Abbey!”

  The dog was rummaging through the fridge. “Okay, just make sure you don’t go past where we are. Make sure you put on the next one.”

  “Just be careful, guys,” Chad said, watching Keplar stack a jar of pickles onto a pizza box on the kitchen counter. “Jen’s dad can be really crazy O.C.D. about his stuff being neat.”

  “Yes, guys,” Orion said. “We’re taking a big risk coming here, and so is Chad. Let’s make sure we keep things exactly the way they are.”

  “Relax,” Keplar said, “it will be like we were never—” The dog turned around and his tail knocked a jar of strawberry jelly off the counter, sending it to the floor with a SKCRASH! “Don’t worry,” the dog said, looking down at the gooey, red mess. “It’s just the jelly.” The dog then bent over to pick it up, and in the process his tail pushed something else off the breakfast nook, resulting in another SKRASH! “And a vase of some kind,” the dog added, eyeing the jagged pieces of blue porcelain in the puddle on the floor.

  In the living room, Scatterbolt lounged on the couch, pressing buttons on the remote control. “Chad, do you know if Jen’s dad is taping a baseball game on the DVR? I think something’s taping on the DVR.”

  Chad stared into the kitchen, his eyes wide. “Oh my god, Jen is gonna kill me. Her dad is gonna kill me. Everyone is gonna kill me.”

  Orion placed a hand on Chad’s shoulder. “I’m sorry about all this, Chad. I think it’s best if you just tell Jen we’re here so we can leave.”

  Chad pressed his phone to his ear. “Yes, I think so.”

  In the parking lot of Thomas Grocery a few streets away, Jennifer placed her party supplies into her car and answered her phone.

  “Hey, Chad. What’s going on?”

  Chad watched the kitchen as Keplar made himself a ham, roast beef, peanut butter, chocolate ice cream, potato chip, and wine sandwich. In the living room, Scatterbolt stood on the couch and whipped his arm back and forth, playing a game of Wii tennis.

  “Oh,” Chad said into the phone, “nothing.”

  “What’s going on?” Jennifer asked. “You sound weird.”

  “Nothing. Just kind of...hanging out.”

  Jennifer opened her car door, then stopped. “Where are you?” she asked. “Are you at my house? I told you, we can all hang out there later, but I don’t want to go there now when my neighbors might see us. If you and Zack are there now I’m gonna flip out.”

  “Oh, I’m here now,” Chad said. “But it’s not Zack I’m with.”

  “
It’s not? Then who are you with?”

  Ten minutes later, Jennifer slowly opened the door to her house and stepped inside. She was greeted by Chad, Orion, Keplar, and Scatterbolt, who were standing in a line in the kitchen. She stared at them, with her mouth dropped open.

  “Hi,” Keplar said, stepping forward and extending his paw. “I’m Scatterbolt, the little robot. Nice to meet you.”

  Jennifer said nothing. She simply stared at him.

  “Just kidding,” Keplar said, stepping back and holding up his paws. “I’m the giant dog.”

  Jennifer eyed the lineup in front of her. “What the hell is going on?”

  “Hi, Jennifer,” Orion said, offering his hand. “I’m sorry about all of this, but we wouldn’t have come here unless it was absolutely necessary.”

  Jennifer shook his hand. “Is it absolutely necessary?”

  “Um, yes. Yes, I’m afraid it is.”

  Jennifer peered over his shoulder. “Is it absolutely necessary to eat all of my food and make a huge mess in my kitchen?”

  “Um, no,” Orion replied sheepishly. “That part was not necessary.”

  Scatterbolt looked up at her with a smile. “I hope you were done with Downton Abbey, ‘cuz I kind of erased it off your DVR by accident.”

  Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head. “What—what is going on? Why are you here? Why are all of you here?”

  “I’m sorry, Jen,” Chad said. “I know this is nuts, but it has to do with Tobin. He needs our help.”

  Jennifer spun toward Orion. “He does? Where is he?”

  “So it actually is Tobin up in the skyscraper?” Chad asked, looking across the kitchen table at Orion. “It actually was Tobin that day in Boston?”

  “Yes,” Orion replied. “But a different Tobin from a different timeline. In his timeline, this Tobin did not meet me and the others. Instead, he met Rigel—and Rigel twisted his mind, lied to him, and told him things that weren’t true. And now, for those reasons and who knows what other reasons, he’s working with them.”

  “I don’t believe it,” Jennifer said, shaking her head. “I don’t believe Tobin would do those things.”

  “He wouldn’t,” Orion replied. “Not the Tobin you know. But this isn’t the Tobin you know. Tobin—our Tobin—is still here. He’s exactly the Tobin you know. But this Tobin—do you remember what the Daybreaker was wearing when he first appeared in Boston? The silver armor?”

  “Yeah,” Chad said. “And he was wearing some kind of weird helmet.”

  “Exactly. We believe—we have reason to believe—that the armor was feeding him lies. Warping his brain. Whatever it was, it did terrible things to him. Because like you said, Jennifer, the Tobin we know would never be capable of these things. But, that armor—it’s hurt him. Incredibly badly. That much we know. And we have to help him.”

  “Help him?” Chad asked.

  “Yes.”

  “How?” Jennifer asked.

  “Judging from what we’ve been told, we think he believes I killed the two of you.”

  “Wow,” Chad said, raising his eyebrows. “That’s messed up.”

  “Yes, it is. And obviously not true. But it does explain why he would do all of this—why he would go to these great lengths to try and avenge you.”

  “So Rigel told him you’re the bad guy,” Jennifer said. “What can we do to help with that?”

  “I think we can prove to him that you’re not dead. That I didn’t hurt you, and that I would never hurt you. We can prove to him that we are your friends.”

  “Oh my god,” Chad said with a grin. “We’re friends? We’re friends now?”

  “Yes, of course,” Orion said.

  Keplar finished his sandwich. “Any time I steal food from someone’s house, I automatically consider them my friend.”

  “Wow, this is so cool!” Chad said. He turned to Jennifer with a wide smile, but then his smile faded away. “I mean, except for the whole ‘evil version of Tobin’ thing.”

  “How can we prove this to him?” Jennifer asked. “How can we show him what he’s been told is wrong?”

  “Well,” Orion said, “I was thinking we could make a video.”

  “A video?”

  “Yes. I know it sounds simplistic, but if we could make a video with you two in it, with us, we could show him that we—meaning me, Keplar, and Scatterbolt—are not the enemy. If he sees you two with us, and hears you telling him in your own words that not everything is what it seems, I think we could get through to him. And then we could end this without anyone getting hurt.”

  “Because then he’ll come to his senses and stop doing what he’s doing,” Chad said.

  “Yes, exactly.”

  Jennifer thought it over. She was clearly skeptical. “But how could you—how could you get this video to him?”

  “That I’m not sure of yet. But we were able to breach the skyscraper once, and we can find a way to do it again.”

  “And then somehow get him to watch this video,” Jennifer said.

  Keplar nodded. “It’s worth a shot.”

  Jennifer turned to Orion. “Is that why you’re here? Is that why you’re on Earth?”

  “It’s one of the reasons. We’re also here to investigate something else. But first we are going to make this video with you two, and then we are going to move on, so you are not involved with this any further. Like I said, I know it sounds simplistic, but sometimes simple is best.”

  “I think it sounds like a great idea,” Chad said. “I’m game, obviously. I’d do anything to help Tobin.”

  “It won’t work,” Jennifer said bluntly.

  Orion looked to her, confused.

  “It won’t work,” she said again. “It’ll never work. We’ll never be able to get him to watch the video, and even if we do, he’ll just think it’s fake. You told us he was face-to-face with our Tobin already—an exact duplicate of himself—and even that didn’t get through to him. He thought it was some kind of trick.”

  “I know, that’s true,” Orion said, “but I think just the shock of seeing you two with us will—”

  “We’ll go with you,” Jennifer said. “To the skyscraper. We have to see him in person.”

  “No. Absolutely not.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s infinitely dangerous,” Orion replied. “I am not going to let you two become involved any further. I did not even want to come here and try this, but I felt it was our best shot. This is already way past what I am comfortable with, and it is not going any further. This is non-negotiable.”

  “No,” Jennifer said. “It won’t work. He has to see us face-to-face, or he at least has to see us with his own eyes. He has to see us, and hear us, for himself, not on some video. He’ll just think it’s edited, or that you’re playing a trick on him. He has to see us for himself.”

  “No,” Orion said again. “You are not leaving this house with us. We are leaving here, and then you will never see us again. End of story.”

  Jennifer stood up and walked to a telephone. She lifted it off its receiver. “This is what I’m gonna do: I’m going to call 9-1-1. And then I’m going to tell them that a strange old man is here with a bow and arrow. And I’m going to tell them that a strange little metal boy is here, and a freak in a dog suit. And when I tell them that, you better believe word will get back to Rigel and the others in the dome. And when they hear that, they will come looking for you.”

  “And they’ll also come looking for you,” Keplar said, “and probably kill you in the process.”

  “Maybe,” Jennifer said. “But I’m not letting you leave here without taking us with you. The Daybreaker has to see us for himself.”

  Orion looked at her, angry, but thinking it over. Keplar turned to
Chad.

  “Is she always like this?” the dog asked.

  “When she gets mad, yes. Believe me, I would know. She may be five foot four, but she can totally kick my butt.”

  Orion shook his head, laughing through his nose. “You understand how dangerous this is going to be? And you understand if anything happens to you, I’ll never be able to forgive myself?”

  “Yes, I do,” Jennifer said, still gripping the phone. “But I also understand that a boy named Tobin Lloyd needs our help. And I understand if we don’t do anything, he’s going to end up in even more pain than he is now. And I understand we are the only ones who can help him.”

  A silence passed.

  “By the way,” Keplar said, “did you really call me a freak in a dog suit before? Was that really necessary?”

  “I don’t know how I can justify this,” Orion said, shaking his head.

  “I mean, I get the dog suit part, but why a freak?”

  “You don’t have to justify it,” Jennifer said. “You just have to understand that I’m going to ruin everything if you don’t let us help you. Right, Chad?”

  Chad raised his eyebrows. “Uh, I guess. But I’m also not opposed to the ‘making a video’ thing.”

  Keplar turned to Orion. “What do you think, O?”

  The old man smiled. “I think I know why Tobin cares about you two so much. And I think it’s time we start thinking outside the box.”

  “By that, do you mean bringing them with us? That’s not thinking outside the box. That’s like inventing a whole new box.”

  “They are going to stay right near me,” Orion said. “They are going to go with us to Fairfield. We are going to let ourselves be seen with them, and then they are going to go to the museum where it’s safe, and they are going to wait there until all of this is over.” He looked to Jennifer. “Do you understand?”