Building the Temple was a long and arduous process, but it gave the followers a new purpose and unity. They chose Cyberhighway as the location. It was a reliable site and offered the greatest accessibility. Slowly, brick by brick, pixel by pixel, the Temple began to take shape. It was, as Lindaru had promised, the biggest temple in the world. The Stories of the Last Days were carefully compiled. Galin wrote the extended hails so each follower's purpose would be clearly known and properly honored, for they were all equal in this endeavor. Never again would the evil Suits tear them apart. Never again would the evil Suits thwart the word of Booji.
Lindaru was startled out of her meditation by Anla'shok Na, who pounded loudly on the front door.
"What is it?" Lindaru asked, concerned.
"The Stories of the Last Days have been stolen from the Temple! We found this!" Anla'shok Na held up a small scrap of silk fabric upon which the head of Bugs Bunny was just barely discernible.
"That's a piece from a Suit's tie! You think the Suits stole the Stories?"
"Garibaldi is sure of it!"
"They must believe that they can stop the Grand Opening of the Temple with this dirty trick!"
"I'm so sorry, Lindaru! I should have been more careful when locking the doors!"
"It's not your fault," Lindaru assured her. "But we have to get the Stories back! The Grand Opening is in three days, and the reading of the Stories of the Last Days is the most important part of the ceremony." Lindaru's brow furrowed as she thought about the dilemma.
"Come, Anla'shok Na. We need to find Kat. Perhaps she can help."
Kat peered at the scrap of fabric through a microscope.
"Definitely a W.B. suit!" she pronounced after a moment. "I can run a forensic analysis and let you know where the tie was purchased, and who his dry cleaner is, but that's about all."
"No, I don't think that will do any good. It may have been a single thief, but W.B. Suits are behind this, and they always work together. The Stories are probably at the W.B. Headquarters."
"If that's the case, Garibaldi can get them back, no problem! Have you told him of the theft?"
"No, he's tied up at the moment, doing undercover work. I don't know the details, but I heard him mention a company called Sterminex. We can handle this on our own. Let's call a meeting of the followers. We don't have much time."
It was quickly decided that Lindaru, Reebo, and Bailin, would go to the W.B. Headquarters and try to recover the stories. Kat had tapped the phones earlier and had overheard a smug conversation between two Suits discussing the successful theft, during the course of which they had revealed the Mr. W.B. himself had the stories locked in the safe in his office.
"I hope you know what you're getting into!" Reebo cautioned as they assembled their gear.
"I haven't the slightest clue!" Bailin said cheerfully. "But it will nice to do something other than watch, for a change."
"You could learn from Bailin's optimism, Reebo." Lindaru said.
"Yes, Teacher," Reebo replied, and Lindaru ignored the sarcasm in her voice.
"Is that everything?" she asked instead.
"Not yet!" Bailin replied. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few moments later.
"We have Hershey's chocolate nuggets with almonds, a bag of M&M's, some granola bars, a couple of Frappuccinos, and some fruit as a last resort."
"Good thinking Bailin!" Lindaru enthused.
"Is this a reconnaissance operation, or a picnic?"
This time, both Bailin and Lindaru ignored her.
"Are we ready?" Lindaru asked. The other two nodded, and they set off.
Will they be able to recover the Stories? Will they be captured by the Suits? All remains to be seen . . . on to the next part of the Booji Followers' story