Chapter 2

Thanks to markf52 and sorvinofan for editing help.

School seemed to drag on. Sitting in my English class, I was lost in my thoughts when my hand jerked up and snagged a dry erase maker from the air that had been thrown at me. I looked from my hand to my teacher, Mrs. Casey Blumb. I got up, walked up to her, and handed her the marker, but I held onto it a bit longer. She had a look of disbelief on her face and just before I released the marker, I said to her, just loud enough for everyone to hear me, “That was naughty, and naughty girls get punished.” Everyone in the class made the standard, “Oooooooooo,” and Mrs. Blumb turned several shades of red. The bell finally rang, and it was officially spring break.

I gathered my things and went to the gym. While waiting on TJ and Tabi, I changed into my leathers. I decided to stay and watch them practice and when they finished their cheer practice, I walked them to their car. While standing there I noticed an old rusted out pick up driving by, with someone who looked like Justin driving. I told TJ, since she was the one driving, to go by the old house and that I would follow them there.

Once there, we went inside to see that Melissa and Molly had been busy. They had packed up all our belongings, threw out all of Dick’s things, and cleaned the whole house. I went down to the basement and spoke with Holographic Gpop. I was instructed on how to hide the entrance to the basement, so going up the stairs to leave, I pushed the button I was told to push and a timer started to count down from ten. Once I got to the top of the stairs a false wall began to seal the entrance.

With that done, I went to the garage to see if the burb was still there, and it was not. While loading a few things for TJ, I noticed the same car from the school parked down the street. Thinking to myself, ‘Dick and Justin are morons and how did they ever get one over on my Gpop?’ I asked ‘AIMS’ to keep track of the idiots and let all of us know if they become a threat. I had just finished loading the car when the neighbor from across the street walked up. “Hello, Miss Ling,” I said. Miss Ling said, “Hello,” back to me.

We stood there for a few moments before she asked, “Where are you moving to?”

“Just to the other side of town,” I replied. She seemed to study me for a few seconds then said, “Okay.” Miss Ling was smoking hot. She could make the sun sweat. My best comparison would be, Kelly Hu, with “C” cup boobs and a nice bubble butt. I was a getting a boner while talking to her. “AIMS” began to warn me she was not what she seemed. I didn’t care, because, at the very moment, I could see down her shirt and see boobies. I’m fourteen so, sue me!

She knew I was looking too, because every so often she would pull on the hem of her shirt, exposing more of her glorious boobs. I finally listened to ‘AIMS’ and said, “Goodbye, Miss Ling.”

On the ride home I asked ‘AIMS’, “What was that all about?”

She said, “Ms. Ling is a Chinese spy.

“Oh,” was all I could say. So, I made a pass by Molly’s old house, it didn’t look like anyone was there, and I went home, making sure I wasn’t followed.

Arriving home I noticed the ladies had made short work of the boxes I had loaded into the car. Melissa and Molly came outside to greet me with kisses and then they pulled me inside to tell me just how awesome the house was. I told them, “I will go and check out the house after I’ve changed into something more comfortable.

Once changed, I looked up and what do I see, but a swimming pool. You know the kind you can see through. I asked, ‘AIMS’ if it was safe and she said, “It’s an eight-inch-thick, polycarbonate composite and it would be just fine.”

I walked to the closet to see how big it was, and it was huge. How much room did I have in the closet, two hangers and a shoebox amount, that’s how much.

As I continued to look around the master bedroom, I found out it was the entire fourth floor. ‘AIMS’ began giving me the square footage of the house. The master suite was ten-thousand square feet. So, the whole house, including the basement, is fifty-thousand square feet. The roof has a pool, a track, that sixteen laps equal a mile, and an outdoor kitchen, with seating for twenty.

The bathroom has a shower that will accommodate twelve to sixteen, and the bathtub is a jacuzzi tub that seats ten. There is a steam room that seats ten as well. There is enough sink and counter pace to keep the ladies happy. I asked ‘AIMS’, “Why then, do I get so little closet space?” Her reply was, “There is never enough closet space for women.” I said, “You can park a semi-truck in there!” and I swear she shrugged her shoulders at me.

‘AIMS’ continued, “There is a private movie room in the master suite as well. The second and third floors have twenty-five rooms that are four hundred square feet each. The first floor has a restaurant quality kitchen, a movie room, game room, and a library. The living room is spacious and comfortable. Out the backdoor is the “public” pool and another outdoor kitchen with more than enough room for a party.”

As I walked around, I was looking at the construction of the house. The floors and walls were concrete and were at least a foot thick, hanging pictures was going to be a bitch. “Not at all,” ‘AIMS’ said. “We have special frames and hangers for pictures and artwork,” she went on to explain to me. The windows were made of the same polycarbonate composite as the pool and just as thick. On to the basement, where ‘AIMS’ tells me, “It’s a fully functioning laboratory, with everything you need to continue your grandfather’s research.”

“What research?” I asked.

Gpop answered me this time, “You will need to complete a few things for me. Things that really need to have a living humans touch.”

“Okay, what do I need to do?” I asked.

“It’s not time for that yet so, go and look around the property,” he told me.

Catching up to my ladies, we all went outside to look around. We went to the garages first. The first garage was full of vehicles. There was an Aston Martin DBS 770 Ultimate, Shelby GT500 Super Snake, Dodge Challenger Demon, that was custom, and all their classic counterparts were painted black. There were a few motorcycles in there too. A couple of Ducati’s, a Panigale SP2 and a XDiavel S, Kawasaki HR, Hayabusa, and again, all black. I’m beginning to think Gpop was a bad ass. There were some custom pick-up trucks as well. All in all, there were about fifteen vehicles in that garage, so on to the next one.

The next garage was empty, so I would have to make it a workshop and fill it with my rides. After standing there for a few minutes I told the ladies all they needed to do was learn to ride, since we have bikes for them. They all agreed to learn to ride, which made me happy. The other outbuildings were separate living quarters. The stable was huge, it looked like it could board at least thirty horses. I got all sorts of puppy dog looks from the ladies, I knew what they were thinking, and I knew I was going to lose this battle.

I didn’t even know how much money I had yet. Of course, ‘AIMS’ would say I had more than enough. Which was followed by a bunch of, “Please, please, please, please.” “One a piece,” is all I said. When did I become the adult, I thought to myself.

As we left the barn to walk around the property closest to the house, I asked ‘AIMS’, “Who has taken care of the property all this time?” She responded, “We have droids that care for the property.”

“Droids? We have droids?” I asked quizzically.

‘AIMS’ asked me, “If your grandfather can make nanites that work, why couldn’t he make utility droids?” Made sense to me so I agreed with her.

There were a lot of things I didn’t know about my Gpop. When did he have time, or how did he manage to do all of this and I not know about it? He was defiantly a mysterious man.

I asked, “Where are the droids recharged?” and was shown their recharge stations. Some as large as a house to some as small as a shoebox. “They have their own area to take care of and maintain,” Aims said. She went on to tell us, “We even have builder droids that could build anything, if they could get the materials for it, but not anything nuclear.”

My mind went to work on things to try and get built. Things like the type 66 Avenger from a videogame, or the flying limo from the same game. Speaking of the nanites, what can they do? ‘AIMS’ began to list their capabilities, healing broke bones to some, but not all, puncture wounds, ultra sight and hearing, and boost in strength and stamina. I asked, “Can they make it to where we all could talk with each other?” and a few seconds later we could. It was like using a cell phone without” the phone.

I then asked, “Could we learn a subject and not have to study all that long?”

“Pick a subject,” ‘AIMS’ said. All the ladies said at the same time, “Riding a motorcycle!” Almost instantly we all knew how to ride like a professional. I asked, only in my mind, for all self-defense training and combat training we would ever need, stating that I wanted the ladies done while they slept.

Now I was hungry and was sure everyone else was too. I asked, “What do you want to eat?” They all said, “We want to ride into town and go to the Ranch House to eat.”

I told them, “None of you have a license yet, so we can’t take the bikes.” ‘AIMS’ informed me very quickly, “They all have their licenses.” “How?” I asked. ‘AIMS’ told me, “I hacked the DMV and issued their license, and they are ready by the printer in the garage.” So, we got ready and walked to the garage, where Melissa chose the Panigale, Molly chose the XDiavel, TJ chose the HR, and Tobi the Hayabusa. I hopped on my HR2 and noticed something different about it. I was told the bikes were way better than factory now and to have fun. The sound of all the bikes roaring down the street had to be terrifying.

Once at the Ranch House we went in and waited to be seated. When we got to the table the waitress came and brought fresh rolls and water. Our waitress was a girl from school named Cally, she was shy and kept to herself at school. When she had taken our orders and went to go turn them in, a group of guys started to harass and grope her.

Cally started to cry and pled with the group, but they just ignored her and kept up the assault on her. Having had enough I went to the group and took Cally’s hand and pulled her from the guys. They did not like that one bit, but I didn’t give a rat’s ass. I escorted her to the back and asked the manager to call the police. I was going back to my table when I noticed the group of guys now standing in front of my table harassing my ladies. I felt a surge of anger go through me, as I closed the distance and grabbed the first guy I came to.

Next thing I knew I had the guy in an arm bar snapping a bone. As the guy screamed from the pain another turned to swing at me, but I dodged the punch and landed mine directly on his jaw. I watched him fall as I stepped to the next one and grabbed a hand full of hair. Now that I had his full attention, I kicked the side of his knee with so much force you could hear the snap. The last guy pulled a knife on me, which was a bad decision on his part. When he swung the knife at me, I caught his wrist, dislocating his shoulder and elbow before breaking his wrist. For good measures I gave him a solid punch to the ribs, breaking some of them as well.

My ladies were all wide eyed and were looking at me, so I asked, “What?”

At the same time the cooks and manager came from the back and asked, “Do you need any help.?” “No, I’m good,” I told them.

Our mental conversation was very difficult to keep up with, especially, since the ladies were talking fast and all at once. I did a mental whistle to get them to calm down, “Now one at a time, please,” I told them. We didn’t get time to talk as the cops chose that moment to show up.

The cops came in with guns drawn and were yelling at me to put my hands up and get on the floor. I just shook my head and did as I was told. Three of those fuckers crashed on top of me to put the handcuffs on me. “I’m not the bad guy here, assholes,” was what I told them. So, naturally, one of them kneed in the ribs and told me to shut my mouth. The manager, the cooks, and Cally, all told them that I was the good guy. They took the cuffs off and helped me to my feet, and that’s when I turned to the cop that had kneed me and looked him in his eyes until he broke eye contact.

The manager had the sergeant at the scene follow him so he could show him the video of what happened. My group sat quietly as the sergeant viewed the video. Once done, he came out and apologized to me. EMS came in a started treating the guys that I hurt. I walked up to the sergeant and asked him if I was going to have a problem with ... pointing to the officer that had kneed me. He had a confused look on his face, so I told him what had happened and that we had a stare contest, which he lost.

The sergeant got all our information and told us to have a good evening. I was starving now, so I asked, “Can we eat here or do we need to go someplace else?” The manager came up to me, shook my hand, and said, “You can order whatever you want, it’s on the house.” We stayed with our original order and had Cally join us. Cally said, “I’m not hungry,” so she drank some water while chatting with us. We weren’t allowed to pay so I left the price of the meal plus twenty-five percent as Cally’s tip. I got a hug from Cally, and I told her, “If you need anything don’t hesitate to get a hold of one of us.” By this time the cops and EMS had left, and I just wanted to get home and take a nice hot shower.