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Cecil Metus, known to most on the campus as ‘The Champion’, and his constant admirer, Bob Beundre, walked through the student center with brimmed hats pulled low over their faces and dark sunglasses covering their eyes.
"I hate that muonic smile," Cecil said.
“Yeah, Todd's smile is ugly,” Bob echoed.
"I want to blast him so he never smiles."
"Yeah, he'll never smile again," Bob echoed.
They passed through the rows of windows representing various shops and organizations, all closed up at this hour.
"And that monkey, Briel, I want to blast him into a black hole."
"You blasted him once, blast him again," Bob repeated.
"I want to blast them both at the same time." Cecil showed a crude gray pipe with a pistol grip and trigger at one end and assorted wires hanging out in various places. "It's my energy, my invention; nobody can beat my rapid fire."
"You're the champion," Bob said.
Cecil walked ahead down the wide atrium area of the center. "So you saw them come this way?"
"Yeah, I did, and they went down there." Bob pointed to a narrow door across from the 'Inventors Isle' in about the middle of the Student Center that looked like a closet.
So they entered that door, leading to a dismal hallway as narrow as the doorway with another door at the end.
Bob pointed to that door, "I saw them go there; I followed them."
They opened the door at the end, then another door, and found a long ladder down into the darkness of the omni tunnel.
"I saw them going down here, I just know it," Bob said excitedly.
"I just want to know what they're doing down here."
Cecil pulled off his hat and sunglasses and threw them aside to a corner, revealing a sullen, angry face. He pulled a silvery energy stick out of his pocket, checked its function, and put it back as Bob did the same with his. He flipped a switch on a device attached to his belt, and a bright globe of light appeared just above his head. Then the two descended the ladder. Myriads of large, ugly bugs scattered under Cecil's light as they progressed across the creaking wooden walkway that had been laid across the sharp rocky floor.
Cecil turned a corner and stopped dead so that Bob ran straight into him. They only momentarily saw the big, wide smile. Cecil was quick, and knew to run before the darkness struck. Bob was not so lucky.
Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Bob Beundre.
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