Tar stained the docs fingers. He had relapsed. Its not easy to quite smoking. Especially when your whole life had just fallen apart. The doc was musing. Sitting still in a cloud of smoke. He had found the reason his astronauts had died. Why their ship crashed. He needed this. He wanted redemption. It was no longer about his job or reputation. It was something more. He wanted his soul saved. He looked up at the night sky, surrounded by his friends at the outer parks bus station. there was warmth in the air. Most were fast asleep but others were enjoying the atmosphere which was filled with gratitude and peace. The stars were out and he thought to pray.

“God…” He said, the docs own heart moved by his own prayer thinking God was moved too. “…Let me do this one thing…” He knew his request was selfless, but right there he felt like he was being selfish. “…let me save the world!”

Doc woke up the next morning. It hurt. He wished he could go strait back to sleep but it was d-day. They had a mission to do and his eyes couldn’t afford to be shut. The doc got up and lit up a smoke, *sighing* “I gotta quit again.” Most of the outer parks kids were up and helping wake the others. The whole of the outer parks kids (and old men) were in on it.

The mission was to raid the rocket ship base. This was just a recon mission. The guys at outer parks were to make a diversion.

“Okay straight to it!” Doc Jerry yelled that night. (everyone cheered)

The cover of darkness in the night heat that normally interrupted “much needed” sleep, ignited the souls of these brave people. They had crafted a bunch of signs as though they were protesters but they had prior decided that they would be ineligible. For instance one sign would say “THE PIES ARE TOO CHEAP” another “THE PIES ARE TOO EXPENSIVE”. To put a cherry on top the ones with opposing positions would not argue with one another (though I agree with the “pies are too expensive” one) but act as though they completely agreed with one another. Hyping up each others positions though opposite.

They all stormed the base, signs in hand being as ridiculous as possible. Jerry slinked out of the quite large crowed and waltzed to the back of the base while the security tried to handle what would go down as the most funny day of the rockets base’s history. Years latter it was in the “past” books as the kids called it. One of the “Protesters” Which I have already named, but will not name for privacy purposes (nope clean forgot) made a fortune selling trading cards of all the “p’s” as he calls it in attendance that night.

anyway anyway.

The doc slinked in the shadows around the metal fence. He had to walk a ways but after a little while he was there. There was a little shack on the other side of the fence which was the target (the eureka thing last chapter, yeah that what he found). It had all the data he needed (it was the new rocket ship design that would make space travel as normal as driving a car)

Doc got out his wire cutters and got them eating. He slinked through. Went to the door. Hacked the code to get in. Got in. It all seemed empty. “huh, no one here…” Then he went to the control terminal and started downloading the necessary data (all of it) While he was look around in the dimly lit space… he saw the security cameras.

Then…

Toilet flush.

“Uh oh.” Doc Jerry was, Afraid.

DATA PERCENT “32.13%”

The door creaked open.

Doc Jerry heard muttering. Doc Jerry was, afraid.

It was a bear. Yeah a bear. No really. A bear. Noooo not the drink. Like a grizzly or something.

Doc Jerry was afraid.

-End of Chapter