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Ollie screws the flat head machine screw into the pannel on his new communication machine. The door behind him opens.
"Aiyon made some lunch." Zayto says before turning back around and out the door.
Ollie puts the screw driver down and walks toward the kitchen.
Why does the base even have a kitchen? I have not seen Solon eat.
He reached the open door to the kitchen. On the counter there is shredded chicken salad and bannana bread. He gets a plate from the cupboard and puts some of the salad on it. He sprinkles salt and pepper on it and puts a slice of bannana bread to the side of it.
He eats lunch rather quickly and returns back to work on his machine. Amelia taps his shoulder.
"What are you working on?" She takes a seat on a stool behind him.
"This is a communication machine, it will allow us to communicate to other ranger teams. It's made of two parts, the locator that finds other rangers using the morphing grid and the communicator which is the part the utilizes the connection to send messages." Ollie searches for a switch to attach the search button to.
Amelia points to a purple switch, "This one would look nice."
Ollie picks it up, "Thanks, it does look cool."
After a little while, Amelia goes home and soon after Ollie decides he probably should to. He takes the locator part home as it is small and needs a few more adjustments plus he is missing a Philips screwdriver of the right size. It had been on the table a minute ago but he can't find it.
When he gets home he searches his mom's tool box and finds the Philips head screwdriver he needs. He heads to his room and sits at his desk. He turns on the lamp. Fiddling with the screws on the screen of the locator, he drops a screw onto his desk and it rolls off with a thump. He sets the screwdriver on his desk. He picks up the screw and the screwdriver is missing.
Where did it go? It was right here.
He searches his desk for a minute but his movements slow and he knocks into the locator. His phone makes a ding and he grabs it, types in his password and sees a orange circle with a 1 in the corner of his message app.
Ollie clicks it.
There is a new group chat, named triangle.
Why is it called triangle? Why was I added? He questioned before seeing what it said.
Triangle
June 4th 3:30 pm
Ollie created Triangle.
Ollie added 4 others.
Hunter: who's this....Blake.....why are you here?
Ollie: I am sorry. I did not intend to make this group chat. I was messing with a locator machine I am working on and it got knocked. I am pretty sure it caused this to be formed due to malfunctioning.
Hunter: ......what are you locating?
Ollie: That doesn't matter because it simply malfunctioned.
He puts his phone down and sits back into his chair, staring at the ceiling.