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three other boys sat back and took it all
in. They too knew that keeping SOCKs a secret was imperative. Gears
spoke up.
    “What do we do now, Kid?”
    “We need to find out what he knows,” Kid
said. “It’s imperative that we monitor his actions and his
team.”
    “I’m sick of tracking Jones around town,”
Wedge said, kicking a comic book across the floor. “That’s all we
ever seem to do nowadays. Doesn’t this man have anything better to
do than pick on us kids?”
    “Apparently not,” his brother blurted out.
“Don’t worry, Kid, we’ll get the info for you.”
    “This is a fantastic way to try out my new
triangulator,” Gears said. “I’ve been dying to try it out.”
    He got up and walked across the room toward
the back wall. He pushed a small knot in the wood on the third
board from the right. Just below the knot, a small drawer appeared
from nowhere. He rifled through the drawer for a moment and pulled
out a small object.
    “Here it is,” Gears said as he held up the
object. “My new triangulator is much smaller than my last one. It’s
about the size of a pen cap, but half the depth. Plus, one side has
a super sticky epoxy on it, so it will stick to any surface. It
will be perfect for following Jones.”
    Gears put the object down on the table and
started banging away on his keyboard. “Each one has a different RF
signal and a range of about two miles. It can be tracked right here
on my laptop or with this remote,” he added as he tapped the cover
of his laptop.
    “The only problem is getting close enough to
put it on him,” Kid said.
    “That’s were me and Timmy come in,” Wedge
said. “Give us the do-hickey. We’ll get it on the old man.” Wedge
stretched out his arm, opening and closing his hand
impatiently.
    Gears passed Wedge the device, and with an
inquisitive look, Wedge looked at the foreign object. He flipped it
over and over again, as if trying to comprehend how it worked.
    “The sooner we get that planted on him, the
better,” Kid said. “We need to figure out what his plan is.”
    “Don’t worry, Kid. You’ll have it by
tomorrow,” Timmy replied.
    “All right,” Gears said. “Well, radio me as
soon as you get it on him. Then I can start tracking him.”
    From somewhere outside, they heard a very
faint voice calling, “Kyyyyyyyyle … Kyyyyyyyyyle …”
    “Great. That’s my mom,” Kid said. “Time to
get home. I’ll be waiting to hear from you boys tomorrow.”
    Kid climbed down from the tree house, and
soon after, the rest followed. They all dispersed for the evening
and waited for the following day, when they each would begin their
assignments.
     
     

Chapter Four:
    Introduction of Evil
    8:00 am
     
     
    A TV flickered and fluttered in the corner of
a spacious area that resembled a living room. Dark red walls
engulfed the room, which was decorated from top to bottom with
artifacts from around the world—paintings, animal heads, spears.
Dividing this madness of antiquities were white posts scaling from
the floor to the vaulted ceiling.
    In the middle of the room stood a man in his
late sixties. Being of average height and weight, he had thinning
gray hair and wore a well-pressed suit. It was Phillip Arthur
Jones. He was anxiously waiting for the morning news to return from
commercial and launch into an in-depth story on himself.
    Jones was a man of great stature in this tiny
community. A self-made multimillionaire by thirty, Jones quickly
rose to power. He was the president of Jones Industries, the
leading real estate company in town. One by one, he bought small
chunks of land and developed huge houses, stores, banks, and
whatever else he dreamed up. But that wasn’t enough.
    A master manipulator, Jones used his
charismatic ways to win the hearts of the townspeople, never
displaying his true self. A liar, a cheat, and a thief, Jones won
most of his deals by making false promises and forging documents.
His companies were always plagued with random