When they were up on the street, Thursday spotted the MetroRail.
“It’s about to leave,” Thursday said to Saturday, Tuesday, and Friday as they ran toward the train. “If we catch it now, we can lose Monday and the rest of the idiots.”
They caught the train just before it departed, and they watched Monday and the Idiots in black either chase the train on foot or jump into cars or onto motorcycles.
“I can’t believe this,” Tuesday said as he looked out of the window at the people in black pursuing the train. “They’re really chasing the train.”
“They know who we are,” Saturday said, “and they’re out for revenge.”
“This is all about Sunday,” Thursday said. They were all staring out of the same window. “He did this, he knew we’d come to try to stop Tuesday, he knew Tuesday wouldn’t go through with the assassination. This is all his game to teach me a lesson.”
“Just you?” Saturday asked.
“Yes, just me,” Thursday said. “He thinks of me as his rival, his equal. He thinks I want to be him, leading this world to chaos.”
“How do you know one another?” Tuesday asked. “Is he always like he was at the dinner? Is he even a man? I’ve never seen a face like his before.”
“I knew him before I became Thursday, before I knew about the Order of Sound Reason. When I met him he took the face of someone I admired, and he challenged me and my place. I didn’t know about the Idiot days, everything we’ve learned since we infiltrated Sunday’s organization is all new to me. I didn’t realize it was a whole thing. All of us managed to impersonate our way to Sunday’s dinner table, or maybe we were only there because he wanted us to be. What about you?” he asked Tuesday.
“I was a police officer. I don’t know much about this supremacist organization that Tuesday is the leader of, but I was approached by some higher ups on the force, said they wanted me to go undercover. They said I had the look they needed, and the rest is history. If these people, these idiots are such a threat, then the Order needs more than people undercover.”
“They got the Idiot God,” Thursday said and he smiled at the group. “We’ll take this train to the last stop. Have any of you gotten word where the next meeting with Sunday will take place? Monday told me that the Idiot days meet every week. Tomorrow’s a week from the dinner.”
“Sunday will be at a restaurant in the Bronx,” Tuesday said, “but he knows what we are now, we can’t go there. It’ll be a trap.”
“If anything,” Thursday said, “he’ll be glad to have us all together to gloat. It’s no mystery why we all ended up here. He has a message for us, there is something he wants us to know. The question is, what is he trying to tell us? And how do we get to the Bronx in time for the meeting with Sunday?”
“I think I can help with the second question,” Friday, the robot, said in the voice of a feeble young man in Manhattan. “My robot is a better vehicle than it is a person. When we decide to get off this train, you have to get to a car, any car will do, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
When they made it to the last stop of the MetroRail, they arrived at a parking lot full of cars. It was after noon, so the lot was mostly empty of people, and the investigators in Idiot clothing filed off as soon as the train came to a stop. They heard shouting approaching them and then they saw Monday in her black cloak leading the others in black who seemed ravenous and ready to rip the imposters apart.
“Over here,” Thursday said and he opened the door of the nearest car that was unlocked. It was a four door and nothing special, until Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were sitting inside, Thursday behind the steering wheel and Friday in the passenger’s seat. Friday began to change, his robotic body began to disassemble like a transformer and the metal of his body seemed to merge with the car. A propeller appeared on the hood of the car and a fancy touch screen computer materialized on the dashboard.
“I’m going to take off toward…” the voice of Friday said through the computer screen before he was interrupted by an explosion that flipped the car on its hood.
Thursday blacked out and when he came to, he was lying on the pavement of the parking lot. Friday was a robot in the shape of a man again and Saturday had unzipped her man suit. Tuesday was talking to Monday and Thursday noticed the gleaming badge of the Order of Sound Reason on the breast of her cloak. When they noticed Thursday standing wobbly on his feet, Saturday walked over to help him steady.
“So I guess they’re not trying to kill us,” Thursday said. “Are they all police?”
“Everyone in black,” Saturday nodded. “They were sure we were all in the tunnels to kill Beyonce.”
“Who are you?” Thursday asked Monday.
“I’ve been undercover the longest. I’ve been an Idiot for years now. I haven’t had much contact with the Order since I started my work, but I guess they’ve been busy. Where’s Wednesday? Shouldn’t she be with you all?”
“Wednesday was freaked out after Sunday exposed her,” Thursday explained, “or him. She was actually a man in disguise. I’m sure he’s hiding somewhere as we speak.”
“Well, we have to go after Sunday,” Monday said. “Maybe with all of us, we can finally do it.”
“Do you really believe that?” Tuesday asked. “The man is a monster, a behemoth.”
“It’s five of us, just one of him,” Monday said and then she smiled at Thursday. “I know we can take him. We’ve got the Idiot God in the flesh. You can take him by yourself can’t you?”
Thursday nodded proudly.
“I can and I will. Shall we take Friday to the Bronx, now?”
They all got into a nondescript white van and Friday integrated into it, and flew them from Houston, TX to the Bronx, NY in about three hours.
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