Ren and Sistine, who were getting annoyed, walked hurriedly out of the garage heading back towards the road where they had wandered before when they had not found an inn. While Grunt walked behind his friends trying to block Cake and Aunt Mildsven who tried to follow.
"Wait a minute, aren't you three jumping to conclusions too fast?" Cake walked fast to their tempo, as if his words were meant to convince Ren. Cake's hand reached out to rest on Ren's shoulder.
The problem is, Grunt with all his might prevent Cake's hand. "We are quite sure that the contents of the paper have led to a conclusion, Mr. Cakes.”
"Not that paper. But the current behavior of the three of you. Say if that writer had written the message and you acted recklessly like this, shouldn't you have realized that the perpetrator was the winner?” said Cake trying to convince them.
The three youngsters were at the end of the yard, about to follow the asphalt trail accompanied by a grass fence.
“With a punctured car tire? Signal suddenly cut off? The persons openly said that they wanted to trap us in that place!” Sistine flinched, looking back.
"Or," Cake gasped, while continuing to persuade them. "You were escorted outside and taken away by several cars with armed people!"
And sure enough….
Ren who was in the front position, suddenly stopped at the end of the road, quickly looked down at the last grass.
Two black vans drove by slowly and then stopped. Each of the two cars came out two people. Each person is equipped with a silencer handgun. Unfortunately, it seems the driver saw Ren first. Because of that the movement of four people wearing full face masks left a pair of sharp eyes, without hesitation moving towards Ren.
Without Cake commanding, Ren immediately turned around and looked down cautiously. Cake's words proved true, they were completely forced to obey. Now their position is reversed, instead of Ren but Cake is the leader of the road.
"Through this way!" Ordered Cake before stepping on a large yard without any protection, they turned to the edge using the trees and grass. Cake stopped for a moment, probing from behind the bushes. Luckily the four of them took the opposite direction.
Cake took advantage of the grass path, walked carefully around to the back of the garage in a few minutes.
Now they stopped right behind the garage, catch their breath, and slump sitting on the ground to relax.
“Wh-who are they? I have to give other news!” asked Aunt Mildsven in bewilderment. When she was about to enter through the front, Cake first grabbed her shoulder to stop her from acting recklessly.
"That would not be wise, especially a veteran woman like you, Madame Mildsven," Cake advised. He then turned alternately to the three youngsters who looked tired mixed with despair. "Now you just understand. Even though it's better to take advice earlier, of course it will give us all in more favorable conditions, "
“I told you, we have no choice! Or does it look like we have a choice?” protested Ren. Ren's eyes filled with tears turned to look sharply, the impression really had no other choice.
Actually Cake's ears didn't want to hear cliché excuses, instead of following a conversation that never won, his monkey brain immediately played.
"I'll be bait, please Aunt Mildsven guide them inside!" Cake gave directions.
Grunt spontaneously wanted to protest wanting to come with him, but Cake refused instantly. Cake was already annoyed and didn't want to be bothered with stupid and immature suggestions.
"What is your plan, Mr. Cake?” asked Aunt Mildsven, inclined to worry.
“Throwing through the bushes we were passing earlier, made a bit of a threat to their two cars. Instantly their friends in the car would give a warning and pull the four peoples back. You only entered when the four of them crossed the grounds and sped backwards,”
Cake without lingering, took initiation and went to be the bait.
***
Sweat dripping down his forehead quickly down his chin, as fast as cold water from the dispenser being poured into Cake's half liter glass. That afternoon it was burning hot, although not for that reason, Ren's sweat kept falling. It was proven that the three youngsters were reckless in disobeying Cake's advice. Their faces were gloomy with guilt, even though their condition had not changed much now. Confused and have to think about how they go next.
(What should I do!?) Ren pounded on the door of her mind over and over again.
Now they gather without light conversation after lunch even though Lady De Polcester, who had let loose this morning, has been temporarily suspended from the main players. Generator teeth inside Cake's head, as if telling his monkey brain to think of another idea. Even though the gamble was somewhat less fortunate to be won, somehow the bitter seed bore sweet fruit. Cake was still frowning. Now, not only Cake, everyone is confused, worried, and afraid, which is called a panic epidemic.
“I can… keep watch outside if… needed,” Agnes suggested. Aside from everyone else, only Agnes didn't feel the least bit pressured. Her lips spoke lightly even though it contained a very heavy responsibility.
"Reporting to the police would have been better if the signal wasn't interrupted. Or luck hiding in the bushes waiting for a taxi," Ren said, nodding slightly, though she wasn't too sure. The worst risk is that not a single taxi passes, instead it is not known when the gang of armed kidnappers will return.
"Madame, isn't there anything in this house that can be used as a last resort? Whatever form it takes is still better than nothing.” Cake got off the dining table and paced around restlessly. Indicates the factory in Cake's brain is blowing its smoke.
For a moment, Cake seemed to give a glimmer of hope.
"For defense we only use weapons," replied Aunt Mildsven who threw a hard blow to the Monkey Cake's brain again confused.
That hope initially soared high, then fell to the bottom. Even Cake messed up his already naturally messy hair, giving off a bit of frustration.
“It could be anything! For example cardboard, rope, glue, wire, cable whatever it is! Unused boxes can even help!”
“Well, in that case… we have quite a few. Wire, rope, cardboard, cut wood… must be there. You have a plan with those items?”
Cake stopped and sat back down.
“I have one plan. This plan can fail, but at a low percentage. Let's just say twenty percent,” Cake exclaimed with confident. He took a small glass without a handle and put it face down. Then he stacked the glass with the same glass. He seemed to be practicing his words which were logical and hard to understand if it was just spoken.
“But this plan has to go above and beyond any other plan. We need a diversion and some camouflage. I therefore plan to fill the grounds around with something, some sort of barricade. The most important thing is to cover the field of view of people in general, "
"Ah, we have some used canvases that might work for that plan?" Ren turned to her two friends. Ren could tell that her friend was slightly objecting. Even if you have no other choice because right now life is more important.
"What do we do with the diversion?" Grunt's question represents a question mark in the entire head of the listening person.
"Based on information from the newspaper or the reporter, kidnapping always uses two principles, one of which is the principle of avoiding crowds. If it's not night, then it can be done in the morning. Why morning? Because it is earlier than public transportation activities or tourist attractions that usually start later in the day. Taking that rule, we can conclude that it is impossible for a kidnapping to take place in the afternoon or during the day. After the incident they made a lot of mistakes, I'm sure they will launch an attack tonight with more totality. Because of that, while there is time it is better to make preparations,” explained Cake, while turning around to all the people.
They thought for a few minutes, until Agnes finally nodded first.
“Well… not so bad. But… what is the purpose behind… of this plan…?”
Agnes' response brought a bit of interest among the humans there to agree. At least before replying further, Cake took in all the looks on the faces of everyone who heard it. Turning alternately up to two times with a serious look, Cake exhaled with relief.
“Say hello to empty fortress and guerilla strategy,” Cake exclaimed.
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