Page 69 of My Crazy Killers
“Whoa!” Pete says, taking the words right from my lips.
“How is it doing that?” Elias asks, squatting down and running his hand along the place underneath it, confirming that nothing is pushing it up.
“It has a micro-gyro, which keeps it balanced while a ring of magnetic thrusters helps it lift, pivot, and glide silently in any direction, responding to these controls like a trained insect rather than a machine.”
“That’s remarkable,” I praise him. “Why don’t you sell this? I bet you could make a fortune.”
He shakes his head, setting the tiny ball back down before he looks at me. “The second I show this to someone, they’ll just create it for themselves.”
“Can’t you patent it?” Elias asks.
“It means nothing without the funds to back your claim, and by the time it gets to court, a large company will have made millions. Nobody will want to buy it from some random guy after that. And I don’t exactly want to make myself known to the public.”
“That sucks,” Pete tells him.
“Yeah, it sure does, my young friend. Now,” he says,getting to his feet. “Will this work? It’s got a range of three hundred feet. You just have to find a way in, but with this size, it should be easy.”
“But once it’s inside, we won’t know where we’re flying it,” I tell him.
“That’s the best part, you can sync it to your phone, and it will give you the live camera feed.”
“Oh, wow, that’s amazing!” I tell him.
“It’s perfect, and you’ll loan it to us?” Elias asks as we all turn to the man in question.
He smiles, looking a little deranged as he tells us, “Under one condition, I’m coming with you.”
“I need a code name,” Harry whispers as we quietly walk behind the buildings that lead to the warehouse.
“You already have one. It’s Mary,” Pete whispers back, making Dex snicker.
“No, I need something else. Like… Alpha Warrior.”
Jagger glances at me with a look that says,‘Are you kidding me?’and I burst out laughing, slapping a hand over my mouth quickly to prevent it from spreading.
“Like you guys can do any better,” Harry huffs.
“He’s got a point,” Pete adds. “We still haven’t come up with a viable group name.”
“How about The Death Bringers,” Harry suggests.
“It’s better than half the ones they've suggested,” Sly tells him as we step through the snow.
“Your name could be Dirty Harry,” Pete suggests, making him narrow his eyes.
“That’s hardly a code name, kid.”
“Stop calling me kid. Elias is four years younger than me,” Pete says with a pout.
“Yeah, but you act ten years younger,” Elias adds, making Dex snort.
“We’re supposed to be staying quiet,” Sly says in warning.
“I still want a code name,” Harry insists.
“How about Black Eagle?” I suggest, his balding hair making me think of the bird.
His eyes widen, and I can see he loves it, though he probably doesn't get the correlation.
