Chapter Seven
"I got the beats!" Nine shouted as he jumped into the ship with Natalie and Six waiting for him. He took off the white sheet and sat at the pilot controls.
"Perfect." Natalie replied. "Now we have to destroy these beats once and for all."
"Wait!" Six interrupted. "What if we use them to take down the Russian army? We could totally beat out all other secret agencies."
"That's not a bad idea." Nine agreed. "We have to take these back to Earth and let Strawberry handle it."
Nine programmed destination Earth on his ship's dashboard, and soon, the team was on their way to stop the nuclear war between America and Russia before it began.
Strawberry organized for DJ Digweed to play the beats in Russia. She booked three tickets to AfterTomorrowLand EDM concert and the team gave the set to Digweed. He promised them a killer hook at the concert.
"We are dead poets in a broken society." Digweed told agent Nine. "In order to preserve peace, we must plan for war." he added, quoting somebody famous.
The three agents packed for the final concert of all time. Nine wondered what the killer beats will sound like and brought his ear plugs just in case.
When AfterTomorrowLand arrived, most of the djs set up on stage, Digweed took his opportunity to plug in his set.
The crowd was going wild. Nine, Six and Natalie stood back stage, waiting for the eruption of the killer beats. Digweed was pushing his album, then, he switched to Krewe's melody.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The chords were strumming: Em, C, G, D. The chords took pauses. Drum beats were plugged into the song, ever so perfect, that the sky started to change colors. It turned red, yellow, blue, pink, then purple. Nine looked out into the audience and noticed lights started to stretch, making long lines all around him. It was as if he was in a trance, traveling through time. His body started to relax. He found himself somewhere out in space, just floating. He wasn't sure what he heard but it took him into an another dimension.
Nine felt sunrays hit his face. He felt warm and happy. Suddenly remembering his past lovers, his lost love. He couldn't quite unscramble the images that appeared before him, but he felt incredibly relaxed and confused. There was this one woman in particular that he could never forget, Christine Strawberry. The way he held her when they went to bed. Christine was beautiful, so soft, and so magnetic. Nine hadn't felt this way in a long time, to him she was poetic.
That magic, that deep connection, that bond they have shared. Nine ended their relationship because he had to, it came in between their work, it became unfair. It was going nowhere to stay in nowhere. His heart broke into pieces but he never forgot her. His memory of her was strong and comforting. He knew that if he died, he'd die happy knowing he had an opportunity to love her. Love can be measured on many different levels. This one was magical, romantic, and deep. Nine suddenly had a vivid memory, that time when they were at the beach.
After a night out in the city, the two had dinner at a restaurant at the pier. They had seafood and some wine, they danced a little on the sand. This girl danced well on her bare feet and shook scandalously her derriere. Nine tried to keep up, but he was mesmerized. Her beautiful white dress, as she spun gracefully, he pulled her close to him and looked into her eyes. He was caught in that moment. Her soft skin was glowing from the moon light, she was everything he ever wanted. He kissed her lips, they were so soft, she kissed him back, falling more in love.
Nine wanted her to stay, be a part of her life. She couldn't however, now that she was someone else's wife. She saw him once in a while, she couldn't keep away. He inspired her and gave her pleasure, only for her, in every way. Both lovers who met too late. He told her he loved her, feared she forgot. It was a spark she introduced him too. She forever remained as an inspiration to his every creative thought.
Nine woke up and found himself being surrounded by crowds of people in a mall. He stood up from the floor and some passersby stared at him, but didn't stop to ask if he was okay.
Nine ran down to the parking garage, where he usually parked his spaceship. There it was, but Nine had no keys. He searched all of his pockets and couldn't find the remote control. He remembered how someone broke into his ship a while ago using a fire extinguisher.
He walked up to the fire extinguisher box and took out a fireproof suit. He strapped it on, in case there was an actual fire and he'd have to be the one to put it out since he was taking the fire extinguisher.
Nine grabbed the fire extinguisher and ran to his ship. He started banging on the pilot's window until the window cracked. He then threw the extinguisher hard enough to shatter the ship's pilot window into pieces. He noticed his old phone was laying on the dashboard.
Nine grabbed his old phone and looked at the time. It appears that he travelled back in time. The beats must've sent him to an another time zone. He threw out all the useless junk from the ship finding nothing useful for him to take. He then found a newspaper that further proved, that he, in fact, did travel back in time. Nine jumped out of the spaceship and ran to exit the mall.
He wondered if he should call anyone, but who'd believe him. Then he remembered that that particular day, Natalie didn't kill the president of Russia yet. It was his chance to assassinate the man, and to take that opportunity, to take back his number one agent in the field position.
Nine ran to a near by spaceship and hacked its lock. Jumping inside it, he started up the ship and was immediately attacked from behind. Apparently the owner of the ship was still sleeping in the back.
"Dude, I need a ride!" Nine shouted. He then made a secret agent move and pinned the owner of the spaceship to the ground.
"Fine... I'll drop you off!" the man replied. "Just let go of me."
Nine let go of the man and handed over the spaceship controls.
"Thank you!" the man sat at the pilot's seat. "Where is it that you want to go?"
"Russia." Nine replied.
"..." the man sighed. "Alright, strap in, its going to be a bumpy ride." he then started up the ship and the two headed to Russia.
"So, you sleep here huh?" Nine tried to start up a conversation.
"Well, this is my ship." the man reminded Nine. "Do you mind if I make a few stops along the way?"
"I'm kind of in a hurry. I have to assassinate somebody important." Nine explained.
"I just need to fuel up and pick up a few supplies that's all." the man waved his hand at Nine.
"I guess a few minutes couldn't hurt." Nine thought out loud.
But it did. When the man stopped to fill up his ship, his credit card didn't work and he had to find a way to pay for his fuel. Nine offered to pay but the man was too proud to take any of his money. The fuel station attendant made a few calls to the bank and finally they fixed his card problem.
Then the man decided to stop by a fast food restaurant. Nine insisted for them to fly-thru and order to go, but the man didn't want any crumbs in his spaceship. Something about ants. So they ate in the restaurant.
Finally, the man dropped Nine off in Russia. Unfortunately, Strawberry wiped out the cell phone's memory by this time so Nine tossed it in the trash. He remembered that his ship was parked in a prison lot around this time in the past. So he ran to his ship to get some proper gear.
Once he got there, he looked for a way to break the window. He found a fire extinguisher, that was placed near an entrance door at the prison, and used it to smash open the pilot's window again. He grabbed his new working phone to make a few phone calls and reserve a table at an expensive restaurant later that night. How many times are you traveling back in time to Moscow Russia anyway. He grabbed the rest of his gear and started running to Kremlin to complete the mission that was suppose to be his from the beginning.