While his band mates enjoyed the parade, all Mike could think about were the two familiar faces that he thought he saw.
Did he really see them, or was it just his mind playing tricks on him?
It was around the time Peter noticed that something was wrong with his friend.
"You ok Mike?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Mike, "I just have a headache."
Micky and Davy then turned their heads away from the parade and onto their band mates.
"What's going on?" asked Davy.
"Mike has a headache," said Peter.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine." said Mike.
"You said you weren't feeling well this morning," said Micky, "Maybe we should take you home."
"No, I don't want you guys to miss the rest of the parade then the picnic and fireworks show later at the park. I'll walk home."
"It's ok Mike," said Peter.
"If you don't feel well we understand," said Davy, "Come on, we'll take you back to the pad."
The guys then managed to squeezed through the crowd of people to the car. Micky climbed into the driver's seat and drove everyone back to the pad.
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When the Monkees arrived home a short time later, Mike headed upstairs.
"You guys mind if I go lay down for awhile?" he said.
"No." said Peter.
"Go ahead," said Davy.
"You can use the rest," said Micky.
"Ok thanks guys," said Mike closing the door to the bedroom.
A few seconds later, the other three Monkees then sat around the kitchen/dining room table.
"You know, I think there's something really wrong with Mike," said Davy.
"Yeah, you're right I don't think he's sick at all," said Micky.
"Then what is it?" asked Peter.
"I don't know mate," said Davy.
"Well, knowing Mike, it may be too personal to talk about." said Micky.
The three then just sat there hoping that they will come up with something to help their friend.
Once in his bedroom, Mike walked over to his bed. Instead of laying down however, he pulled out an old footlocker from underneath it. Mike opened the footlocker and reached down underneath some old clothes. A few seconds later, mike gently pulled up a box. Setting himself and the box down on the bed, Mike opened the box and pulled out a medal. Then he pulled out an old black and white photo of himself and some of his ship mates, gathered around the front of a Navy jet.
Mike smiled at the picture, then closed his eyes, thinking back to those days. It was a very exciting...and dangerous...time of his life.
Then 'it' happened.
Mike opened his eyes and thought back to when his life changed forever. That day would haunt him forever. He sighed and looked at the picture once again. With that picture, Mike could still believe everything was okay.
After a long time, Mike put the medal and the picture back in its box and the box back in his footlocker. Once the footlocker was back in place, Mike sat on the floor with his back against his bed and allowed a few tears to fall down his face.
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Meanwhile, in another part of town, Boris and Madam, now dressed in 'regular' clothing, walked into the China Boy restaurant. Without a word, they slowly made their way to a back booth and joined another man with a menu in front of his face. When Boris and Madam had settled down, the man across from them slowly brought his menu down and placed it on the table. He was an older Chinese man with a mustache and goatee and wore a red jacket with dragons embroidered around it.
"You are right on time." He said in clipped English.
"Thank you for meeting us on such short notice, Dragonman." Madam said.
Dragonman smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. "The information you sent me last night was of great interest to our superiors."
A waiter then brought over three bowls of noodles.
"I took the liberty of ordering for us." He said, "Try them, they are quite good."
Boris and Madam fumbled with their chopsticks, while Dragonman ate with ease. As they ate, Dragonman continued talking.
"Do you have any more information for me?" He asked.
Madam nudged Boris and he handed over some photographs.
"We took them this morning." Boris said, his mouth full of noodles.
Dragonman quickly scanned the pictures. They were of Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy. The Chinaman face turned into a scowl.
"What is wrong?" Madam asked.
"The man with the wool hat is the same man found in the files you gave me last night." Dragonman replied, "I also well know his companions."
"You do?" Boris asked.
"They stopped my plans for the Doomsday bug." Dragonman said coldly, "The blond one, Peter, he intercepted a part of the code hidden in a fortune cookie. Now they must pay for the harm they have done."
"So what do you want us to do now?" Madam asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"I want you two to continue following them." Dragonman replied, pulling out a pen and writing something down on a napkin. "These men still live at the same address when I last encountered them." He handed the napkin to Madam. "Our superiors want the man with the wool hat alive...he is to be brought back to China to answer for his war crimes."
"We will get him, Dragonman." Boris promised.
"I will send others to aid you. If you can't get him, grab his three friends." Dragonman replied, "My experience with them has shown that they will come to another's aid...and I have my own score to settle with them." He then got up, bowed and left the restaurant.
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