“The grand finale.”
“One final secret revealed.”
By Lucas Harrell
After our weekend at Lucas’ cabin, we spent more time together as a group than we had in the past. We were more than friends; we were a family.
“WWFBK is still going strong,” Lucas read from the reviews, “They have innovative shows and are great to listen to. They’re a lot better than the WWFBK of old times. And the biggest names are still Butler and Bea, with their request hour and respective segments.”
“This is great,” Cheryl said, gently taking the newspaper from Lucas. “We’re still doing good, after almost a week of broadcasting.”
“Yeah, most radio shows go out within a few days,” I said, “We’re at the top, and we’re going to stay there.”
“Got that right, bro,” Curt said, “We’re going to show the radio world that we at WWFBK aren’t a bunch of pushovers.”
“We’ll blow away the competition,” Michelle said.
“Yeah, they don’t stand a chance,” Bea said. We all laughed.
“If we feel this good afterwards, we should go to my cabin more often,” Lucas said, “After all, like Cheryl said, we don’t have much time together. Next year, we graduate, and who knows when most of us will see each other again.”
“Right,” Cheryl said, “Well, I’ve got to go take Mr. Babb’s place at the radio station. See you later, guys.”
“Bye, Cheryl.” Cheryl took her food up to the window and handed them the plate, then headed for the exit.
When she got to the radio station, Cheryl found Mr. Babb in a bad mood. “Hi, Mr. Babb,” I said cheerfully.
“Hello, Cheryl,” Mr. Babb said, “How are you today?”
“Doing great, as always,” Cheryl replied, “Sorry I’m just a wee bit late.”
“It’s all right, Cheryl,” Mr. Babb said, “I put on a long playing record. Just try to avoid it again, all right?”
“You got it, mon capitaine,” Cheryl said. He left and she sat down in the main booth. When the CD stopped, she picked up the headphones. “This is Cheryl, coming at you with nonstop music until you drop. Let’s just crack open that old request box, and see what we’ve got here.”
Cheryl opened up a box that was laying to one side of the equipment and pulled a piece of paper out. “All right, here we go,” she said, “This is a dedication to play Quit playing games with my heart, by the Backstreet boys. It goes out to Emily from Austin. Well, here you go, Austin.” I popped a Backstreet boys CD in and flipped off the on the air switch.
When Curt and Michelle got out of their respective classes, they came to relieve Cheryl.. “It’s all yours, guys,” she said, “Right after I put one last song on.” They nodded. After the record Cheryl had put on finished, she was ready. “Well, I have to be heading on to class, so this ends my part of the broadcast day to day. Here’s a personal favorite of mine, called Turbo Tigers. I hope you enjoy, and I’ll see you first thing in the morning.” With that, she popped the Power Rangers Turbo soundtrack in and punched the play button.
With a thumbs up to Michelle, Cheryl left the station. Michelle was quick to take my place after the song was done.
“This is Michelle and Curt’s request line,” she said, “Taking all of your requests. First up is an anonymous request for Fly like an eagle. Whoever sent it, here’s your song.” She popped the Space Jam CD into the tray and flipped to the song. Curt hit the on the air button off.
“Come on, Lucas,” Bea said, “Or we’ll be late for lab.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Lucas said, “Geez, you’d think that we’ve never been late for class.”
“Oh, be quiet you,” Bea said, swatting at him playfully. They quickly ran to class, just getting there before the bell went off.
“And now, for all of you romantics out there,” Michelle said, “Here’s The time of my life, from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack.” She popped the CD in and flipped it to the track she knew by heart.
“May I take this dance?” Her head snapped around, to see Curt standing over her, with his hand outstretched.
“Sure,” she said, taking it. Curt gently pulled her up and they started dancing, slowly at first then picking up the beat along with the song.
When the song was over, Michelle quickly signed off and Curt took her place after her last request.
“This is Curt, coming at you with the second part of the request hour,” he said, “Who’s first?” He reached into the box with the requests and pulled one out. “Here’s an anonymous request for the song For you I will by Monica. Well, whoever you are, here we go.” He popped the Space Jam CD in and flipped to the song.
When Lucas and Bea got to the radio station to relieve them, Bea couldn’t wait for the song to end to take her turn.
“This is Bea, coming at you with the school gossip and a few gags,” Bea said, “Rumor has it that the lunch cafeteria is having a reduction. You see, every day they make mostly bad food, and their customer’s are reducing weight because they can’t eat it.” Lucas gave a soft snort. “I also heard that May Chelsing has drooling problems. Yeah, every time she goes by the gym with those outfits of hers, the guys drool.”
Lucas couldn’t stand it. He quickly took a back door outside. There, he cracked up laughing. When he turned to go back in, he found the door had locked behind him, something they had been meaning to change, but never got around to it.
“I hope my going through the front entrance won’t spoil Bea’s segment,” he said softly. He walked around the building and through the front door. Then, he headed to the booth. His face was red when he saw that Bea had noticed him coming in.
When she played a song, it was a long playing on. She went into the control booth. “Get yourself locked out again?” she teased. Lucas had done that one or two times since they started working at the station.
“Yeah, I did,” Lucas replied, “We really need to have something done about that thing. The lock is just too tricky.”
“Yeah, I know,” Bea said, “If it’ll make you feel any better, it happened to me once too. A few days ago, when you were getting me a little something extra to eat because of my cravings.”
“It does help,” Lucas said, “Are you still feeling sick?” She was going through the whole morning sickness thing.
“Yeah, but nothing I can’t handle,” Bea said, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Lucas said. He gently pulled her closer, giving her a long kiss. “Your record is almost done.”
“Oh, right,” Bea said, scrambling back for the main booth. When the song was actually over, Lucas flipped the on the air switch on. “This is Spryte, signing off for the day. Tomorrow I’ll be covering the White House scandal. And I’m not talking about Washington, folks. Good day, everybody.” She got up and let Lucas get into the chair to do his segment.
I relieved them after a while and did my sports segment. I then signed off, giving everybody a fond farewell for the day for all of us, turned off all of the equipment, and then locking up on my way out.
We met up at Lucas’ house. It was just us Cybersquad members, so Michelle and Curt weren’t with us. We were talking about GigaTron and the impending fight to the finish. “I just don’t get it,” Lucas said, “GigaTron’s never waited this long before attacking.”
“Yeah, but there’s nothing to do but wait,” Bea pointed out.
“Wait no longer, humans.” We all turned to the computer screen, to see GigaTron there, watching us.
“What do you want, GigaTron?” I demanded.
“Oh, just your destruction,” GigaTron said.
“Well, you won’t get it,” Cheryl retorted.
“We’ll just see about that,” GigaTron said, “Tomorrow, noon, at cyber sector Alpha, Servo. Just you and me, to the finish.”
“You’re on,” Lucas said.
“Until then, humans,” GigaTron said, then he disappeared.
“I believe I have a lock on the computer GigaTron’s working from,” Samurai-1 said, “It’s the computer at 1112 Villa Road.”
“1112 Villa Road? That’s Jackie’s house,” Lucas said, “We should have known, because of who GigaTron took over.”
“Let’s go,” I said.
“Wait a minute,” Bea said, “When we get over there, what are you guys going to do?”
“We’ll make him face up to what GigaTron has done,” Lucas said, “See if he’ll quit helping GigaTron. Though after tomorrow, that’ll be a moot point.”
“All right, but not beating him up, got it?” Cheryl said.
“Got it,” I replied. We left the house and went to Jackie’s.
There, we found him talking to GigaTron. “You can’t do this,” Jackie said, “Not nuclear missiles. That’ll destroy everything, including me.”
“I am sorry, human,” GigaTron said, “But this is the way it’s got to be. As for you, I wouldn’t worry. I think I’ll dispose of you now.” All of a sudden, there was a buildup of energy.
Lucas made a running leap at Jackie, knocking him out of the way of the blast at the last moment. “Come on,” he said, helping Jackie to his feet. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
“Lucas? What are you doing here?” Jackie demanded, “GigaTron said that Servo would be... you’re Servo?”
“Yeah, but the information won’t do you any good if you’re dead,” Lucas said, “Let’s go.” He pushed him to and out of the door quickly, to where the rest of us were waiting.
“Let’s go to my house,” Lucas said, “He won’t be able to follow us through the computers there.” We nodded and followed him out of the house.
A little while later, we were sitting around his room. Jackie was on the couch, listening to Cheryl, Bea, and me tell our stories and about GigaTron. When we got to who GigaTron really once way, Jackie was surprised to say the least.
“I never meant to do any lasting damage,” he said, “Little things, to help me get better in life. And I never would have guessed that GigaTron is really my ancestor. That would explain a lot, like how he found me in the first place.”
“When the cyber realms came into reality here,” Samurai-1 said, “I placed GigaTron in a random computer. It just happened to be yours. I’m sorry, Jackie.”
“Hey, it’s no problem,” Jackie said, “I can’t believe I’ve been helping that maniac for so long.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Cheryl said, “We think he had some kind of control over you, because after he appeared, you got nastier and nastier.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Jackie said.
“Hey, guys,” Lucas said, “Listen to this.” He turned up the volume on the television.
“And this just in,” a reporter said, “A being calling himself ‘GigaTron’ has sent this message all over the world.”
“In less than two days, your realm will be obliterated,” GigaTron said, “I will take no ransom, no bribes, or anything. Your only hope is a hero named Servo. Pray that he defeats me.”
“Servo, wherever and whoever you are, I am praying for you,” the reporter said. Lucas turned off the TV.
“This is serious,” I said, “Lucas, do you think you can beat him? Honestly now.”
“I don’t know,” Lucas said, “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. If I lose, then the whole world pays for my mistake. If I win, GigaTron will be gone forever, and our world will be drastically changed.”
“It sounds more like a no-win situation to me,” Jackie said.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Bea replied, “The world we merge with is pretty cool.”
“I say we get some sleep,” Cheryl suggested, “Lucas especially needs it for tomorrow.”
The rest of us reluctantly agreed. We all stayed the night at Lucas’ house. Us guys were in his room, and Bea and Cheryl were in Bea’s room.