I feel like this chapter is of lesser quality than the ones before. Writing what happens between big plot events has never been easy. In any case, this chapter is done. The next few should be a lot easier, so they shouldn't take as long. Emphasis on the word shouldn't.
Also, I feel like I didn't proofread it thoroughly enough.
[spoiler2]Chapter 5
Bowie slowly opened the door and poked his head out. Moby was standing across the hall yelling for Bowie and Bernkastel to wake up. Doopliss tried to get him to be quieter. “Wait, Moby, do –“ Before Bowie finished speaking, he was knocked to the side by Bernkastel, who stomped into the hallway.
“Shut up! Some of us are trying to sleep!” Bernkastel tossed a shoe that fell just short of Moby before stomping back into the room.
“Th – that bastard . . .” Moby clenched his fists and started following Bernkastel.
Bowie stood to his feet and blocked Moby’s way. “Calm down. Just stand back and let me handle this.”
Moby paused for a moment, but finally backed out of the doorway. Bowie entered the room. After a couple of minutes, he came walking out with a yawning Bernkastel. After a bit of stretching, Bernkastel finally noticed they were being called. “What’s up, Moby?”
“I . . . we . . . um . . . The Binocrat is getting ready to take us to the Commander’s side of town. We’re going to talk with him about the mods attacking. He’s asked specifically for five people to go with him: Bernkastel, Bowie, Doopliss, Rin Jen, and me. We’re heading out in one hour, and the trip will take us roughly twelve hours. If the Commander won’t give us lodging, we’ll stay in a hotel for the night.”
“Twelve hours?!” Bernkastel leaned against Bowie and attempted to look sad. “Why can’t we just take the subway? That would get us there quickly.”
“Yes, of course. We’ll take the subway, which is owned and operated by the mods, to hold a meeting between resistance leaders that would need to form an alliance right now.” Moby turned away and started walking down the hall. “Doopliss, Bowie, get in uniform. We’re getting the Maidsassins back together.”
“Wait . . . we’re what?!” Doopliss and Bowie responded to the news nearly in unison.
“You heard me.” Moby didn’t turn his head, but tossed two headbands to them. “Your uniforms should be somewhere in the building. You have an hour to find them. The Binocrat demands the group be reformed.
“He what?!” Bernkastel cried out in anger this time, but Moby didn’t answer. Bernkastel took a look at Doopliss and Bowie. “So . . . what are you going to do?”
Bowie and Doopliss looked at each other, hoping the other had already come up with a good excuse. After a moment of waiting, Doopliss spoke up. “Well, we can keep the Binocrat happy while we need him, and go back to normal once the mods stop attacking us.”
Bernkastel sighed and returned the room. “You’re right. Just remember, I’m above the Binocrat, right?”
Bowie and Doopliss smiled nervously. “Of course.”
“Good.” Bernkastel shut the door.
Doopliss and Bowie sighed and started walking down the hall. Bowie took a look back to the room. “Shouldn’t we tell her?”
“No. We still haven’t finished our mission. Bernkastel is paranoid enough to live alone in neither the district of the Binocrat nor the Commander. If we tell her we were spies the whole time, she’ll never allow us to be close enough to continue collecting information. Just try your best to rationalize any discrepancies.”
“I guess you’re right.”
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Rammite sat down on the sidewalk, watching the rebel armies prepare for war. Alezander sat down beside him. “How’s it going, Ram? Did you find out the meaning of that message?"
Rammite groaned and rested his head on his arms. "No. I spent all of last night trying to find out, but nothing. It's almost as if the person who wrote it doesn't even know."
Alezander smiled. "Well there is good news. I sent some spies to check on the Commander. He's planning an invasion of the mod tower. Maybe we can work alongside the Commander."
Rammite's head snapped up. "No! Under no circumstances can we invade the mod tower! That's what our enemy wants!"
"You're still going on about that?" Alezander sighed. "Ram, the message is just a joke. Whoever wrote it is trying to mess with you. Just let it go." Alezander began walking towards the militia. "I'm going to prepare them for an invasion in either case. Come talk to me when you're done obsessing over graffiti."
Rammite laid his head on his arms again. "I'm not crazy . . ."
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The administrator sat in his office at the top of the mod tower. He smacked his fist against the arm of his throne. "Where are my moderators? They were supposed to bring me information on the rebel second-in-commands!" The administrator pressed a button, causing the giant screen to drop from the ceiling. He pressed another button, attempting to call the mods. "Why isn't it working?" He pressed the button repeatedly, but still nothing happened. Just then, the screen lit up, but no mods answered his call. Only three words appeared: Raise your dongers.[/spoiler2]
