As everyone started talking at once, I found it hard to concentrate on coming up with a way of showing all that had happened in:
Let's See How Far We've Come! Recap!
It's The End Of The World As I Barely Knew It! Part 29!
Here I am, Losing my Election! Part 30!
What's Dove Got to Do With It? Part 31!
Say it Aint Joe! I Will Not Go! Part 32!
Alive With The Glory of Dove! Part 33!
I See A Bad Doom Arising! Part 34!
Doctor, Doctor! I'm Not With the News! Part 35!
SEX! Now that I've got your attention here's the next Micky Instalment! Part 36!
You're so vain! You probably think this blog is about you! Part 37!
But managed to do so anyway. Alana stared at me for a few moments and seeing that I was doing nothing, took charge.
"Alright, alright, one at a time!" She insisted.
"Me first" All of them said and started saying their thoughts and ideas at the same time again.
A piercing whistle sounded throughout the room, and I knew only one person that could make that sound. Olive Cox wasn't only known for her obsession of becoming a doctor in high school. She was also top of science clas$ bottom of history clas$ and her most outstanding trait, the way she could silence an entire auditorium with her unique, loud and very odd whistling skill.
The room went silent. "Now" Doc said. "Since this is my room, I think I should speak first. I suggest we all relax with a game of pool and a couple of drinks before jumping into any plans"
"That sounds great" I said. "But time is of the essence"
"Oh, boo freaking hoo" Kemp said. "I want a drink, dammit"
"Nobody's stopping you" Corn Cobbler said. "But you hit on your friends enough when you're sober, are you sure you want to push it"
Doc looked like she was about to whistle again so I stood up and made a stand. Then I realised I had no idea what I was going to say so I sat back down again.
"Okay" Alana said, but I quickly cut her off, realising what the main argument was.
"Look, there are two major options we have to deal with" I addressed the Rebellion. "We either continue to fight the Society, or go after Jimbo"
"Look, we joined this Rebellion to extinguish the threat that the Society poses" Dr Kickass stated. "And we have yet to do that"
"But Jimbo apparently poses a greater threat" Kemp pointed out.
"Yeah, and we didn't sign up for that" Slappy Bag said. "We have to stop the Society taking over the world"
"But if we don't stop Jimbo, there'll be no world for them to take over" Alana argued.
But there was no convincing the Rebellion to change their cause. I can't say I blame them. After being betrayed by their ex-leader and miniature men all in the one afternoon, trust could be hard to place, and the only thing that could help tem move on is to complete the mission they vowed to start.
"Okay, Society it is" I said, with a nagging feeling in the back of my head. "Kemp get your finger out of my neck"
"Sorry" Kemp stopped pushing on the back of my head and the feeling was gone and I could focus.
"Now, have we got any leads?" I asked.
The Rebellion members slowly shook their heads, until Perminator spoke up. "Wait, the light's gone on"
"It always was on" Doc immediately looked to the ceiling.
"No, on the tracking system" Perminator showed us a small grid on the arm of his wheelchair I hadn't noticed before. A green dot was shown a little to the right near the bottom of the screen. "See, the Inventigator gave-"
"I'm sorry, who?" I asked.
"That's me" GT rolled her eyes. "My actual codename"
"Anyway" Perminator continued. "She gave me the tracking chip and during the HORS fight, I managed to put the chip on that bald chick when you knocked her out momentarily"
"Nice work" I said.
"Yeah, but the tracking device didn't kick in until a few seconds ago. Now if I cross-reference the grid with this map and the blueprints of a... bingo! I have the Society's exact location. Or at least wherever the woman is at the moment"
"Any idea how he did that?" I whispered to Kemp.
"Pfft, no, I don't even know what a wheelchair is" His answer was less helpful than I expected and I expected nothing.
"Wait, I know where this is" Doc looked at the grid closely which had now zoomed in to a location. "It's a few cities over, and my guess is that it's that castle building that was remodelled a few months ago"
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Well, they have to hide the Pail somehow, right? Besides, I had to go there last week when someone had a bullet wound and they wouldn't tell me how they got it"
"Right then" I said. "Now, we can't all go there or anything because we don't know what to expect. GT, any helpful inventions?"
"Nope"
"Okay, any ideas"
"Well, it could help if we had a bird's eye view of things" Slappy Bag said.
"Yeah, that would help but where are we gonna get that?" Suddenly all eyes were on me. "What?"
"Well, you're an umption, right?" Super Sexy Spy Specialist said. "You can change into a hawk and go and look at the castle from above, and see if you can find out what's happening"
"I'm hardly an umption" I said. "I turned into a hawk once, accidentally, and I don't even know how to do it"
"It can't be too hard if Brain can do it" Alana pointed out. "Just try"
"Okay" I rolled my eyes and focused all my energy on becoming a bird. I pictured the hawk in my mind, since that's all I could change into. Nothing happened. "Well, worth a shot I suppose" I slumped back.
"Keep trying" Menace urged.
I thought hard about other ways of changing and figured I'd go with what I knew from movies about morphing into things. "Uh... You're making me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry" I said, but didn't shapeshift. "Uh, form of a hawk!" Still nothing. I sighed. If Mac was here, I'm sure she'd be able to train me. Witches seemed more knowledgeable about the crazy umptions and stuff than boggles are.
"Try 'Transformers, robots in disguise'" Kemp suggested.
"Oh, enough of this" Tyrannosaurus Sex suddenly said, and before I could think, she put her hand in my pocket, grabbed the Dove, walked to the window and, before I could protest, threw our only hope of defeating the Society out the window!
Oh no! What could possibly happen in the next instalment of Rebellion? Is it really as good as last year's Amnesiac, or will it all go downhill from here? But as the white metal object that Micky so desperately needs for the Rebellion's cause is up in the air, quite literally, there is only one logical title for the next part, so stay tuned for next week's episode, Part 39: Dove is in the Air!