Rog sat back. “So, you don’t have the suit? He has it?”
Donnie put his hand out in front of the bewildered Rog. “Dude. There is no suit at all. It’s a trick. An illusion. It’s something the Orange Overlord created to hide himself. It does protect him from close in things, but that’s just because it’s a very short range force field. The power is with him.”
“Ok, Ok. Fine. But ok, hear me out. Why don’t you just put someone else into the suit?”
“Oh, for the love of God!” Red shouted out. “Donnie, are you sure we can’t kill him? I want to shoot him again.”
“Why are you all so pissed? Put someone in the suit and … I don’t know… knock over a bank or something. Solves your problems!”
“And how would it do that?” The mystic called out. “What the hell do we need with money?”
The older woman put in, “We’ve got plenty of money. We’re currently in a very good cash position.”
“Ok, then. Not a bank. Maybe go beat up some cops.”
“But there isn’t a suit you dumb fucker!”
“So?” Rog shot back to Red. “And who are you calling a fucker? We ain’t that close yet, though I’m willing to put you on a fast track.”
Red pulled her sleek white gun and Rog said ” Here we go again.”
“This time can you shoot him in the head? The morphology of the darts would be totally different if introduced into the cerebral-spinal fluid as opposed to being blood borne!”
The room was suddenly quiet as everyone looked at Doctor Lorenzo. He shrugged. “Didn’t want a good opportunity to go to waste. You know… research?”
Everyone was quite an awkward moment until Rog spat, “Remind me to kick your ass later, doc.”
Donnie stood up and put his hands out. “Hold on. Let’s take it easy. Red, I think I understand Dumbass here. There is no reason why we couldn’t make a suit. I can make a suit.”
“You can do that?” Red and Nasim said almost simultaneously. Heads around the room nodded.
“Well, not really. I can make something that looks like the suit. That part’s easy. Making it work is the tough part. In theory, I can make a robot. I think. But There’s a lot that can go wrong. I definitely need to limit any signals that could be traced to the bot. the Orange Overlord never did that, so I can’t.”
Red looked at Rog down the barrel of her gun, but then thought of it and holstered it. “What about capabilities. We can’t just drop a statue somewhere and say ‘here you go!'”
Dan picked up a tablet and started to scribble on it. “I’m… Anyone got any paper? this thing… I need paper.”
“Just, what do you think you might be able to do, Donatello?” Red used his full name and it seemed to slap him.
“I…” He looked into her fierce eyes and shook his head. “If there is a pilot, maybe I can make it walk, talk sounding like the big O and maybe fly a little? I need time.”
“You’ve got a week, max. Things haven’t started to turn ugly out there, but it’s inevitable. Ted has his first pre-trial in a week.”
“So we’re telling him to not guilty?” Nasim said, lifting his ring.
“Yep. Red said. “Rog, as remarkable as it is, is right about this. We throw up enough doubt and they will let him off. What do the lawyers say he’s saying?”
“They say he hasn’t said anything. Not to the cops. Not to them. Not to anyone.” Nasim shook his head. “He’s not in good shape.”
“Well tell him we’re going to get him out of there and to sit tight. Donnie?” Donnie’s head shot up at the mention of his name. “Make the suit. If you need a pilot…” she pointed at Rog “There’s your man. I’m not putting anyone who isn’t expendable in that thing and make sure it’s got a suicide switch.” Rog shot Red a look. ” Congratulations, Rog. You’ve found your job.”
Rog looked from Donnie to Red and then at his hands. “I still don’t get why they can’t just use the suit.”
[Author’s note: This one is short. Likely the next one is also going to be short as I haven’t even started. You see, I’m painting. If that isn’t explanation enough, you’ve never painted over stubbornly colorful walls before.
Thanks for reading. I’m finding this energizing, though a little hard to manage. Hope you are enjoying it as well.