The missing poster was still in his hand. Pat had been walking by, planning to say hello to a friend he’d not seen for a while now. Then that very friend’s face had jumped out at him, not at all in the way he’d hoped. Without thinking, he’d ripped one of them off the wall and took it in with him, wanting an explanation. Hearing it had left a pit in his stomach.
Now that he was in Dingo’s room, he’d thought he would have time to process. Think about possibilities. But before he could consider a single one, he noticed the flash of light. “Hm…?” Confusion grew on his face as he watched the unknown force open files. Realizing he should be paying more attention, he sat down and began taking pictures with his Wave Scanner as quickly as he could. It was… coordinates! This could be where he was!
Yeah? And since when did Dingo have a computer genius best friend that likes helping from the shadows? You’re being baited!
Did it matter? It was a lead. If it came up bad, he doubted most people from this time period would know how to react to Gemini Spark. Escape was always an option.
Just out of curiosity, however, there was one thing Pat tried. Taking the mouse, he clicked open a blank text document and typed.
It would take but a second for a few lines to appear below the one Pat had typed. Judging by the typing speed, they were either a very quick program... or someone who’d spent way too much time on their computer.
[The King of Kingland, of course!]
[Did you really believe you would earn a straightfoward answer so easily? What would guarantee that I’m telling the truth? Did you believe that I would send you my ID right away?]
There was no voice to accompany the text, but the irony was palpable, as evidenced by the image that was soon pasted onto the text file.
Dingo’s own ID, as only his PET should be able to produce.
There was a little pause, before the interlocutor would resume.
[That outfit of yours... some would call it untasteful. I’d call it... avant-garde. If you see what I mean ;) ]
