The Dictator

Chapter Twelve

Flynn looked down at his feet. "He wants to take over the world." he said, reluctance growing in his voice. "He's a manic. I agreed to help him thinking that I could make him think; make him change his mind and do something useful. But he's crazy. He craves destruction."

Alina stared at him for a moment, then spoke slowly.
"But he can't, can he? He can't do it.He's only ten. A ten year-old can't take over the world- can he?" Flynn shook his head.
"You don't understand" he said. "he's mad. And dedicated. He won't rest until the world is his own. And he has other students working for him... Hundreds. He appealed to those who are aways put down by others, those who are ignored by their parents. Those who have a secret shadowed dead spot in their hearts that means they don't care. He has a small army now. Only small, but it's growing all the time."

He stopped talking and sighed. "I never meant to get mixed up with all this" he said solemnly. They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither having any clue what to say. Alina searched her brain for something, anything, to break the silence. Finally she found something.
"But how does he intend to do it?" she inquired, not sure she wanted to hear the answer.
"He hasn't decided yet." Flynn told her. "He has many theories in mind. He's working on them all, so he can pick and choose."

Silence filled the room once more. The Flynn spoke again. "I can show you a copy of the file I got off his computer if you like." Alina nodded, and he began to search his pockets. Out came the test tube, a planet keyring with a couple of dangling keys, a screwed up packet of tissues, and finally his phone. He tapped in a pass code and the interface lit up. He opened up an app, then handed the device to Alina. She took it with uncertain fingers.

Not sure what to expect, she looked at the first line of text and read it. Her eyes widening, she scrolled down. Listed on the screen were hundreds of ways in which somebody could hope to take over the world. From stealing giant space robots from NASA to building a nuclear bomb, Miles had thought if it all. And the frightning thing was, in cases were things needed to be constructed, plans sat under their headings.

Alina looked up at Flynn, despair in her gase. "He can do it, can't he? She said slowly. Flynn just nodded. There was another long silence. She passed Flynns phone back too him. He took the key out again, unlocked the door end the pair entered the lab again. Alina hurried after Flynn.

"Miles wants me to show you around as well, so I suppose I had better." he said.