Tigre Family Series: Leonardo Chapters

[Mr.Fabulous]

*****Part 3*****

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***Cafeteria***

Mila: *mouth full with a chicken wing*... Fo fwer I fwas luukin at fis... *gulps down* ... at this shiny, pretty birdie, and then it went all squak-like! I gotz so scared from the squaking, and suddenly it flew! As it flew, a feather dropped off of it, and I was able to catch it!

As far as I knew, managing to get a feather from the Pinta-Pinta bird was considered a good-luck charm in their time! It was absofriggilutely-positively the KEWLEST thing thats ever happened!!! Can you believe it, guys?! I managed to get a feather off the Pinta-Pinta bird!

... YAAAAAAAaaaaawwwwn... Can I have me sunny now, Leonardo?

Leon: Hmmm... Well, since weve already got the data being organized in the Computer Mainframe, I guess you can sunbathe now... Youll need to repeat the process tomorrow anyway, so there shouldnt be any problems for today...

After we finish our meals, well go back to the Observation room and let you rest there.



... Meanwhile, on the food bar...



David: *in an upset tone* What do you mean I cant have my usual order? Why cant I have my 4 gorram chicken wings?!

Bartender: Its just that, G. Ever since that girl youve been taking care of started eating here weve seen a 20% loss to our food stocks in the past 24 hours. The head manager of the Kodiak has advised everyone to a new regiment of strict regulation of food distribution until the supply ship arrives tomorrow. *inputs a code on his PDA that sends a signal to Gs own datapad*

David: *goes hysterical when he inspects it* WHAAAT?! ONLY A CHICKEN WING, A SCOOP OF MASHED POTATOES, AND/OR ONE MUG OF BEER?!

SINCE WHEN DID THE OR WORD COME INTO HOW MUCH BEER YOU WANTED?! AND BESIDES THAT, EVEN 2 CHICKEN WINGS ARE TOO SMALL FOR ME!!! IM A MAAAN, GORRAMIT, NOT AN ANOREXIC HEALTH-WAD!!!

Bartender: Well, as far as I know YOURE the babysitter, G. Unless you put some control on that girls eating intake expect that the last time youll ever have OR see a bucket meal will only be in Sunbucks for quadruple the price tag it takes to buy Gallic wine.

Now either enjoy your health-wad meal like the rest of us who have to put up with this crap, or take up your complaints directly to the head manager. Hell, well even pay you 100K Credits, or anything youd like, if youve got the guts to shove his order back up his ass... *gives a tray of the health-wad order*

David: *thinks for a moment* Did you say... anything...?

Bartender: You becoming deaf from starvation already, G? YES... I DID say anything... *his eyes sparkled*

You see... weve not been having some... positive... relations with the man ever since the regulations been enacted, see? So what Id like you to do is to rough him up a bit... Show him we mean business, alright? Not too much, of course... Just enough for us to get our food and beer back...

David: *starts to grin devilishly* ... Well... In exchange for 20 peoples beer rations, that is...

... Ill do it.... happily...

*leaves off with his tray and sits on the table alongside Leon and Mila with lots of grumbling to himself*

Mila: *leans head to one side* ... You dont look so good, Mr. Officer! Are you feeling alright?

David: *gives a stink-eye at Mila, then proceeds to eat*

Mila: EEEEEEPP!!!

Leon: *slight smile from Milas reaction* ... I think youve antagonized him somehow, Mila... Lets just go on and finish eating, okay?

***Observation Room 306***

The setting of the testing room was relatively unchanged: the instruments still remained where they were, and the table was still there; but a large window was opened to allow the light beams of the Alaskan sun to illuminate all around the room; Mila was sleeping on the table, wearing a white bikini to allow as much sunlight to hit her body.

Leon and David passed the full hour by comparing their gadgets with each others.



Leon: *takes out a small, but fat pistol-like object from one of his inner trench-coat pockets* ... And here I have the CTur-P25. This thing here is an electronics jammer that works by releasing a stream of positrons at any piece of equipment you point and shoot at, and renders that object essentially out of commission so long as you keep the gun pointed on it. Theres a small knob here that helps determine inversely the spread and range of the beam: the higher the setting, the more spread-out it is, and the shorter the effective range.

It also works like a remote hacking console if you activate this little button right here. *points at a green-tinted button* Instead of releasing streams of positrons and overloading the circuitry it sends out tachyons that almost immediately creates a wireless link to the electronic object, allowing the user to manipulate the gun like a remote keyboard using the little screen here. *points to the viewscreen at the butt of the gun*

I fashioned this thing by myself back in the days before my parents... perished... *sigh*... Its pretty useful because the estate seems to still be active, where some of the turrets are more than happy to gun you down should you ever get locked on their targeting scanners.

David: *holds the jammer with thoughtfulness* ... Impressive... Looks like a Junker made it, though... Reports say you fashioned most of your tools from the estates left-over scrap and spare parts, am I right?

Leon: Yeah, thats right. I didnt have many people to associate with back in my early days: even Helga, our family nanny, was mostly busy trying to keep the house together. So instead I passed the time by going on monthly trips around the estate, charting and exploring its many areas and salvaging as much materials, chemicals and spare parts as I could back home, where I put them together to make stuff just for the pleasure of it.

David: Thats about right... You must be handy in making all sorts of stuff, eh?

Leon: Well... uhm... Not that well, but I guess Ive got some experience in making some inventions and refurbishing old junk, yes. Ive had to rely mostly on myself, and most of those were trial-and-error experiments. Even that jammer youre holding took me 24 prototype trials to get running...

But I guess you shouldnt expect too much from old, rusty scrap. Hell, Im even lucky I found a good Frequency-Synchronizer for the darn thing...

*looks at his digital wristwatch* Ah... Mila must be done with her sunbathing by now...

David: I still cant believe she doesnt get a tan from it... Some people have all the luck...

Leon: *gives off a slight smile* Oh, believe me... Its caused her--- us, more trouble than its worth, Im afraid... Just look at where we are now...

David: Haha!! Youre right about that, though!

Mila: *opening the door to the Observation Room* Hiya, Leonardo, Mr. Officer! Did I make ya wait too longy?

David: Not that long...

Oh yeah... by the way... Ive got something to talk about with both of you... But I cant talk straight with you wearing an outfit like that.

Mila: *looks at her revealing white bikini* Uhm... okey dokey. Ill go get changed then! Ill be back in a jiffy! *scurries off to the Lab Dormitories*



... After 5 minutes...



Mila: *now wearing her usual rugged clothing of a jacket, plain-white t-shirt, cargo pants and combat boots* ... Okay! Im back now!

David: Thats much better... Now then...

I assume you guys both know that your stay here has been rather... impacting, right?

Leon: Yeah... VERY impacting... But sadly, Mr. G... Its always like this with us...

David: Well, one of the things you guys affected are the Kodiaks food supplies... Mila here ate so much food in the last 2 days that its no longer funny anymore.

Mila: Uhm... oopsie... Sorry, Mr. Officer.

David: *tone changes a bit darker* Its too late for apologies, missy... I went to get my usual order at the food bar, and all I returned back with was a food tray fit only for a fasting idiot.

You guys arent really making it any easier for me... *a heavy sigh comes out of him* First that rude awakening from that drinking binge from two nights ago; then the bathroom spewing sewage water out the door like a portal from hell, which although was very funny and worth it from looking at Chimes smug face, I had to do additional paperwork to clean the mess up; and now I cant even enjoy a decent meal for the next three food breaks...

This last one proves to be the lowest of low, Mila... Now my stomachs starting to grumble like Cerberus on a bad day... I sure hope all that food that went through your gut was well worth it, missy...

Mila: ... SNIFF... SNIFF... I... I didnt mean to... Im so...

Leon: Uh-oh...

David: Aw, what now?

Mila: ... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! *tears come streaming out uncontrollably*

... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! SNIFF! UWAAAAAAAAAAA!!! I-I-I-Im s-s-s-so-o-o m-m-meeeeeaaaaan!!! UWAAAAAAAA!!! I-I-Ive b-b-been a b-bad g-g-giiiiiirrrrrrlllll!!!

UUUUWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! UUUWAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Leon: *facepalms* ... Aw, crud... Great... Juuuuust great...

... Nice going, Mr. G. You ought to know that Milas very sensitive and easily cries...

Mila: UUUUUWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! M-m-m-mother n-n-never l-loved-d-d meeee... M-M-Mr. O-offi-icers g-g-gonna dem-mote m-m-meeeeee... E-even b-b-brothers u-upset b-because of m-meeee... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

*slumps to the floor kneeling, her hands trying to cover her face* ITS ALL M-M-MY F-F-FAAAAAUUUUUULT!!! UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaa... SNIFF SNIFF...

David: *eyes widen from surprise for a moment from realizing what he had just done; he then tries to put on a gentler face*

... Mila... Its not... well, maybe it is... But Im only asking of you not to eat TOO much of the chicken wings, mashed potatoes, fizzy drinks or whatever else from the Cafeteria... This is a secret installation and all, so supply ships usually come here only months at a time. Were not meant to hold so much stuff like a fast food restaurant.

You can still eat, Mila, just dont bring in the whole darn food bar with you.

So please... for the love of steak, PLEASE STOP CRYING... Im not even punishing you or demoting you or whatever! JUST STOOOP!!! PLEEEAAAASSEE!!!

Mila: *her sobbing starts to slow down; she tries to wipe of her still-streaming tears, then looks up to David* ... I... Im not... demoted...?

David: If itll make you feel any better, then YES! I WONT! Now just... please... stop... crying...

Mila: ... SNIFF... O... Okay... SNIFF... I... Im so... sorry... SNIFF... so sorry...

Leon: *places his hand on her head* ... There there, Mila...

Mila: *looks at Leonardo* ... SNIFF... brother...?

Leon: Dont cry anymore, Mila. Im not upset at you...

In fact, Im proud of you, Mila... Youre starting to realize your flaws... Everyone has flaws, but not many are ready to admit them...

Its not too much he demands, either... nothing that self-control couldnt fix, right? You can live with only eating one serving per mealtime. You wont die of starvation anytime soon... *smirks a little*

So dont feel bad about yourself anymore... Youre starting to improve for the better, and are walking towards the right direction, Mila... And Im proud of you for doing so... *smiles warmly*

Mila: *her eyes brighten up a little* ... Brother...

Th... Thank you... *gets up and wipes away the last remains of tears from her eyes*

David: *sighs* ... Thank God I didnt have to call the janitor again...

... Just remember, okay, Mila? Dont eat too much... Thats all I ask...

Mila: ... R... Right, Mr. Officer...

David: *clasps his hands together in relief* ... OKAY! Fiasco averted...

*thinks for a moment* Hmmm... Actually... Im supposed to go on patrol today...

... I dont suppose... Youd like to come along, Mila?

Leon: *eyes suddenly shoot wide-open from surprise* M-Mr. G! I-I dont think---

Mila: *eyes suddenly shoot wide-open from eagerness* RRRREEEEEAAAAAALLLLYYYY?!

David: Well... Its only a short route, so well be back in several minutes anyway.

Yeah. You can come... Leonardo too, in fact! Ive just received word from the eggheads that the Solardancer got the green-light from the Bio-scans. You can take it along for the ride... my bomber cant occupy all three of us...

Plus, I did promise you could fly my bomber if I got a good nights sleep, right?

Leon: Wha--- You dont---

Mila: ... WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! AAAAAAALLRIIIIIIIIGHT!!! *jumps up and down so excitedly it is a wonder her head doesnt hit the ceiling*

Leon: *DOUBLE FACEPALM*

*****To be continued*****

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