The Planning

When every one of our classes finished, we went to the secret hallway — well just the hallway to where it prompted the entryway outside which nobody likes to stroll through mainly in light of the fact that they immediately get transported by Mr. Drails.

"Alright, when are we going to start this entire idea?" Malachi said. "Is it going to be today?"

"Most likely not," Nikki said. "We'd have to plan ourselves in for a flight to Britain, in addition to we'd require our passports and all that great stuff."

"Alright, so we as a whole concurred we were going to Portland International Jetport, correct?" September said. "Not certain if they go to Britain a lot."

"Well do we really want to get baggage, portable items?" Tisiah inquired. "I kind of like stuff like these."

"Well… it's most likely best to just take the clothes we have here and get there. Nikki can make a temporary dollars for us or something to get us food or something," September said.

"Yeah, so one question, how are we going to locate the base, and when we do and we get the scientist out of there, how would we return?" I inquired. "They might bomb the plane or something as we're leaving."

"To locate it is simple, I can easily just teleport us there in light of what the guide says," September replied. "But getting out will be hard."

"We can continuously do a vehicle pursue again," Malachi said.

"Furthermore, look where that got us," Nikki added. Malachi then contended, "We were running from trucks, not driving away from them, that would've never occurred if we continued driving."

"The vehicle crashed!" Nikki shouted.

The entire gathering listened to their argument with clear faces, uncertain what to do or what to say.

"Uh, guys — I don't think we want anybody hearing us right now," I said. They stopped but gave hostile ganders at one another.

"At any rate," September continued. "We're most likely going to have to find an airplane or something, and Tisiah can assist us by using his new shield with powering."

"I thought you could study a certain something?" I inquired.

"The main elements of nature, fire, water, ice, air, earth, and electricity — but everything else is just what we call additional items. We for the most part relearn those consistently, just in the event that new students come, but ones who previously picked their majors to skip their classes, or they join to change their major."

"What if you have multiple main abilities?" I inquired. September sighed, "That's the reason you pick a significant. Since some you are better at using than others, so the teacher would eliminate the other main powers from you with the goal that you wouldn't be tired from holding that large number of abilities."

"Alright, nice session, presently — as you were saying," Nikki said, giving September the stage.

"Yeah, so it's most likely going to be attacked by their planes, but here's the beauty of being a government operative, you can sneak past them. So we just have to get on a plane and we ought to be protected," she said.

"Along these lines, what if there isn't sufficient fuel?" Tisiah inquired. "Appears to be pretty important." September said, "Then we just utilize our powers to make more."

"Wait, we can do that?" I inquired.

"Obviously," she said.

"How?" I asked, feeling a significant burden of confusion on my head. "Nikki can create a jerry can or something and put some in there, push us along."

"Don't those things last for just an amount of time?" I inquired. "How long do you think we'll have the option to fly with those?"

"All things considered, I think that we can just make a few longer ones," she said. "It's not like we have any limitations or anything."

"But how are we going to get the fuel in the first spot?" I inquired.

"We just get it from some place," she said.

"You can do that?" I inquired.

"All things considered, I surmise we could get it from a tanker truck," she said. "Might be one down the street or so from the underground base."

"I don't think we need to stress over that," Malachi said. "The plane ought to as of now have fuel, and if not, she can just teleport us to one."

"Yeah, that sounds great," Nikki said. "Where are we going to land, do we have a specific spot?"

"Uh, no," I said, with a sigh. "We'll just need to try and find a spot to land."

"I can guide us," September said. "I know how to fly a plane a bit. My uncle is a pilot so I advanced some stuff from him."

"You know how to fly everything don't you," Malachi stated.

"I know how to fly a couple of planes," she said. "I know how to drive vehicles, too, and I can ride a pony. Anything else I have absolutely no clue." Everybody gestured in agreement. "So where would it be a good idea for us we meet?" Tisiah inquired.

"Could the parking lot of the airport?" I suggested.

"That's perfect," she said. "But how are we going to go there, we can't walk. Perhaps we'll meet here and afterward I'll teleport us to the Airport."

"Why not teleport us to the base," Malachi said. "Indeed, it's too far, in addition to there are many spots with just a green field," September explained. "Let's just stick to that arrangement."

"Could we just teleport into the plane," Nikki said. September shook her head. "We'll be eliminated when we even arrive there. Presently we really want a method for seeing the inside of the base. We really want somebody to find a picture for us."

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

September said, "We're going to require a layout for the base, so we really want somebody to go in there and find a guide or something. With the goal that we know where we are entering."

"Alright, so you folks can return home, and I will try to accomplish something genuine quick," I said. Every other person gestured and waited outside, as my brain reminded me of who was to drop them off.

I strolled up the stairs and expected to get to my room, but then as I was walking, I saw beside me and I tracked down Mr. Drails' office entryway open. I gradually strolled to it and looked through the room, and he wasn't there.

I checked out the area, making sure that he wasn't there. Then I strolled through my first sight directly in front of him.

I glanced through them, and they didn't appear to be quite a bit of interest. Just a lot of papers and stuff, with nothing about this everyday life related to our mission here.

I looked behind me and I saw a cabinet. I opened it and I saw a lot of files that were lined up behind each other. I flipped through the files, and they were by all accounts mostly empty. One had a picture of a girl, with a big smile all over. Seemed to be my mother when she was more youthful, perhaps in light of the fact that it was or something else. I continued to flip through, but they were all empty.

"This is weird," I said so anyone might hear. I turned to the next file and saw a name on it. It said: SEPTEMBER

I opened it, and it was brimming with pictures of her, like the one I just saw. Figures out, they make a point to continue to humiliate pictures in your files. But why everything else was empty? Then I took a gander at a cabinet that was by me and I went to it, and I saw it was filled with old books.

"Goodness, this is interesting," I said, flipping through them. But then, as I flipped through it, something caught my eye and made me stop all that I was doing, and it appeared to be more visible the more I viewed at it as though it was the main file inside that cabinet. I opened it and saw it, as a weighty stone of confusion and stress, and befuddlement crashed on me. My eyes widened in surprise and in shock. My hands shook from the excruciating pain and thought that I was seeing here.

This couldn't be true.

This couldn't!

I dropped to the floor, too frozen in shock to try and cry tears from my eyes, to try and deal with what just went over my eyes. My breaths were quick but weighty, and I could scarcely hear my heart beating.

"What...what is this?" I whispered as I stared at the paper. I still couldn't believe that this entire time, my life was a lie.