The Revenge Of The Hitmons

"Thank you, folks," Tom said. "It will work out."

The next day it was time: in the Hitmons-Arena it was like on a bazaar. The audience seats were full and some coaches had finished with their hitmons. It was important to know who had the most hitmons and who was the best coach. The 40 coaches and about 250 hitmons were present today.

Tom sat in the front of the stands. Next to him Calvin, Clifford and Maggie, who almost always held the little Kuti in her arms. Kuti looked like a mixture of hedgehog and star. Crimson with huge eyes, an almost shapeless nose and a cheeky little mouth.

Now Maggie remembered how she had met Kuti. She had taken a walk in the forest, and soon saw how a star-shaped creature, caught between two parts of the tree, shouted loudly for help.

"Kuuti, Kuuti!" She cried. Maggie quickly understood what Hitmon wanted to say. She reached for a thick branch that was lying on the floor and said,

"I will set you free."

With all the strength of her body, she pressed the branches with the help of the thick branch. Kuti already jumped into her arms. Maggie picked up the little hitmon and asked:

"Well, are you feeling better now?"

A faint grunt let the Hitmon hear from him and nestled in Maggie's arms. At that time, the girl could not yet guess that the Hitmon was now almost always a companion. No matter where she went, Kuti stayed by her side. Maggie did not know yet what the Hitmon would like to eat, but very soon she had noticed that she liked to eat leaves.

Even now in the Coya League, which was regarded as the greatest and most difficult, Kuti sat in Maggie's arms.

Expectantly and his victory surely, Tom followed the whole ceremony.

Tom did not have much time, because he still had to fight against Martin Gordon. Gordon was the heavy businessman and had the intention to subdue the world. His latest method could have shaken the whole earth if one had learned of it. Professor Tracy, who was both a brilliant physicist and a hitmons expert, had recently commissioned Tom to dig Gordon's camp. Though Tom had other worries, he did so and discovered some of the details that he wanted to tell Professor Tracy.

As Tom had learned, Gordon had four French hydrogen bombs built, with which he wanted to extort all the powers of the world, and then to get himself into power.

But Tom and Rauruk should succeed in thwarting this plan. At that moment Tom remembered the individual events:

He and Rauruk were only a week before with Professor Tracy, the Hitmons scientist. Tom told him about his latest knowledge.

"And you're sure there are hydrogen bombs?" The professor asked.

"There are some," Tom replied excitedly. "And I also know they should start next week and where. One flies to England, one to Russia, and the others are supposed to hit somewhere in America. That's all I've figured out. "

"Then I need the targets of the other two missiles and their target vectors," said Tracy. "But the four of them. Only then can I decipher the code and direct the rockets into space, where they can not do any harm. That means you have to pay two visits to the stadium and it will not be easy. "

"But they have dogs," cried Rauruk. "They smell us."

Professor Tracy grinned. "Not necessarily." He went to a closet and opened the glass door. From this he took a bottle with a green liquid.

"This bottle contains an extract of certain plants," the professor explained. "When you drink it, the body gives off a strong plant odor that can cover the body. Unfortunately I have to say that it can drink only hitmons. For humans it is poisonous, but not bad, it only provokes diarrhea, but I get that also still under the handle. So Rauruk must go to the headquarters and the data alone. "

Tom looked at his hitmons.

"Do you think you can do it?" He asked.

Rauruk hopped with pleasure and shouted:

"Huki, Huki! Of course I can do that! When do I have to drink, and how long does it work? "

"Drink at least an hour before your mission, Rauruk," Professor Tracy explained. "And the effect lasts about 12 hours. At least the tests showed. But first this extract has to be tested on you, then I know more precisely. Are you ready?"

"Huki!" Shouted the little Hitmon.

Two days after the test, Tom and Rauruk had arrived near the headquarters. Rauruk had already taken the extract to himself and crept with his trainer almost to Gordon's fortress.

"There goes, Rauruk!" Tom said softly.

"Huki!" The sweet voice of the brown hitmons. Rauruk was the only hitmon to read and write. He carried a piece of paper and a clerk with him, and sneaked secretly, silently and quietly through the various rooms. You could hear different voices. Rauruk crept under the computer cabinets directly to his goal. An almost endless time elapsed before it had overcome the several hundred meters of creeping, peeking, and waiting. But then it had finally reached an airlock and slipped into it. In the launching center, the individual rockets swung. Unintentionally it reached the folding door to the codes. The number of the rocket and the target course vectors were quickly recorded. Then he slipped to the other rockets and repeated his actions. Silently it crept away from the center. No one had noticed his appearance. It was as quiet as nois to Tom. He had already expected his hitmon.

"Do you have the data?" He asked Rauruk.

"Huki, Huki." Whispered his friend and handed Tom the note. The read:

"Rocket 1: 47-11-23-17. Rocket 2: 42-18-55-12. Rocket 3: 29-63-55-19. Rocket 4: 29-63-59-11. "

He looked up and said softly,

"We have to go to Dr. Tracy. "

As fast as they could, they ran to the Hitmons professor. He had already received her longingly.

"Well, how was it? Have you achieved anything? "

"You can say that!" Tom panted. "Rauruk has the target vectors."

"There!" Cried Little Hitmon, handing Tracy the note. The professor read everything. Then he turned to a door, and cried,

"Miss Howard!"

Immediately afterwards, a picture-beautiful, red-haired young woman appeared in a nurse's clothes. Earlier, she worked in a hospital for Hitmons, but later she had applied to Professor Tracy to continue her scientific education. Tom exclaimed with delight:

"Sister Julie Howard, I do not believe that!"

"Huki, Huki!" Rauruk exclaimed.

"Hello, Tom!" Julie greeted him. "Little surprise, huh?"

"I can tell you," Tom said, astonished. "How do you get here?"

"I stopped at the hospital six months ago to continue my education. And there was Dr. Tracy the best. "She asked,

"You called me, Professor?"

"However," said Dr. Tracy and handed Julie the note. "Can you decipher these coordinates?"

Sister Howard took the document from the scientist and recognized the digits.

"It looks like target vectors for rockets," she said.

"There are some," Tracy said. "What do you see?"

Julie looked more closely at the numbers and the places around them.

"The first double digit determines the continent," she reported. "2 stands for America and 4 for Europe. Specifically in this case: Rockets 1 and 2 are set on American targets and the other two on Europe. The second double number is for the country of the continent. The next two digits show the directional control and the last two digits indicate the exact position. Am I right?"

"They've learned a lot," Tracy said. "And you are right with everything. It now only applies to the last four digits. If we can still decrypt it, we can reprogram the missiles. "

"But you said the whole digits set the target," Tom said.

"The third group is not," the professor recalled. "She is responsible for flight and direction control. And that makes the problem more difficult, because the rockets do not fly in their direct flight to their targets, they are buzzing over countless curves. "

"What for?" Tom asked.

"To deceive any spies," said Tracy. "In the event that someone could thwart this plan, this third group was introduced. But I believe I can decode them. Finding this out will not be easy, because it can take quite a while, but I'm sure I'll make it. And when we first know where they are heading, this is no problem. Stupid is only that the last two digits are encoded. They do not describe the length or latitude, but the last direction of flight. It can take a few days, but I find it out. I'll let you know as soon as I get the results. However, I can not make it over our usual picture radio for security reasons. Because we could be overheard, although the radio is coded and is usually sound-proof. "

"And how do I know?" Tom asked.

"I'll send you this dice," the professor replied, showing the boy a silver, diced part. "No one knows it. Notice it well. "

"I do," Tom said resolutely, and left the professor together with Rauruk.

Two days later Tom was playing the dice. A bicyclist had brought him. He immediately called the professor from a public cell.

"Do you have it?" He asked.

"Do you have anything to write?" Dr. Tracy back.

Tom pulled a clerk and a small block.

"Ready to go."

Tracy gave him the numbers and said,

"Rauruk must hurry." Do you have enough of the means? "

"There's still a lot left," Tom explained.

"All right! Good luck!" Tracy.

Two hours later Tom and Rauruk again at the launching center of the rockets. Tom whispered to his hitmon:

"Look, you can not, I can not, I can not." "

"Huki," the hitmons said softly, whispering.

Time passed and Tom waited while Rauruk crept through the rooms. But this time, more guards were present than last time and a migration was much more difficult. Rauruk could hear some conversation.

"Why do not we let the rockets go up?" Asked one.

"Because we stick to our schedule," replied another. "A small deviation can destroy everything." In addition, the rockets have to go through a test run.

Rauruk guessed what that meant. Now he had to hurry. Silently, he crawled like a shadow between the feet of the board members.

After a long time, he had arrived at the rockets. Even though people were teeming with it, Rauruk remained unimpressive and switched the target course vectors. About half an hour later he had all gone through and crept them back to his coach.

"It's done!" He whispered.

"Nothing like back," Tom ordered, and soon they were home. Maggie and Calvin were already waiting for her.

"How was it?" Calvin asked.

"Done!" Tom gave back, panting. "Now it's just waiting."

Now Tom was sitting in the grandstand, waiting for the beginning. The Arenalite Paul was already known to Tom. A year ago he had lost against him. But now he seemed more confident. Now they came together again.

"This time I'll get you!" Tom thought and gathered his hitmons. He looked very confident.

The first question was who had the most hitmons and whether they were well educated. All 250 hitmons showed what they could and had learned. Particularly impressed were the referees from the 42 hitmons of coach Tom Bailey, who gave everything they could. Rauruk gnawed like a beaver a thick tree trunk. The bull hitmon Crusu thundered with his hooves, suggesting an earthquake.

When all the hitmons went through, the referees came to the evaluation. In the meantime, the struggles between the hitmons should start.

Shortly afterwards it started. Tom had insisted on the arena to get the last thing. Probably, to spare the powers of his hitmons and put the others out of action.

The tournament began. Countless hitmons came together and it was not long before Tom was the turn. He greeted Paul with the traditional handshake.

"I admire your courage and willpower," said the latter. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Tom's firm voice was heard.

In the meantime, Gordon's rockets started. He looked at everything from his monitors. But then he watched his rockets depart from the pre-calculated courses and drive them all into the sky.

"There is not." He shouted.

The rockets kept rocking, each in a different direction. Gordon called his counselor to himself.

He also appeared immediately. His voice sounded smoky and he looked like rock star Bruce Springsteen.

It was Gordon's advisor Kimo. His eyes sparkled as Gordon said,

"The rockets have been reprogrammed."

"I do not understand that." Kimo came back. "They were programmed to earth targets."

"Do you understand?" Gordon asked.

"Unfortunately not," Kimo answered. "There must have been a stranger at work. But who?"

"I do not know," said Gordon. "But when I think about it, it can only have been Tom Bailey and his Rauruk."

"This is impossible," Kimo replied. "If they had been here, then the dogs would have attacked at once."

"Suppose only Rauruk was here," said Gordon. "Would that be absurd?"

"Maybe not," Kimo admitted. "But the dogs would have had to smell him too."

Meanwhile, Gordon had watched the monitors and continued,

"And yet the villain has been here. I can feel it formally. He sent his rauruk here and deceived the dogs. "

"But how should he have deceived the dogs?" Kimo asked. "This is completely illogical. The dogs would certainly have thundered him. "

"And if this professor has developed a serum that somehow switches off the body odor," Gordon guessed

"Nonsense, there's no such thing," Kimo replied. "There was no one here. Perhaps only a misfire was the fault of the flight. "

"On all four rockets at the same time?" Gordon asked. "Perhaps it would have been better if we had checked the target vectors again."

"But who should have changed her?" Kimo wanted to know.

"I do not know," said Gordon. "But I could imagine that someone has turned on it. Everyone separates us from our people. I know that. Besides, I would have noticed something. "

"Then it's just the fact that you're a man," Kimo said. "But how could he have done that? The dogs had barked like crazy and attacked the intruder. "

"And if it was one of us?" Gordon asked. "That would be more possible. What do you mean, Kimo? "

"I think it was just a misfire," Kimo said. "This can happen once."

"But not on all four rockets," Gordon replied.

"Why not?" Came his counselor. "Everything is possible. One thing is certain for me: nobody has turned it. "

Meanwhile the fight continued in the arena. Paul sent Zuli to the arena. Tom guessed what his opponent was up to. At that time Tom had won because he had used Rauruk. But now his opponent sent Zuli. Tom sent Tutu to the arena.

It made a huge "Rumms ..." and already hit the hitmons. Tutu had turned into a Zuli. Tutu was thrown back, while the strong, stronger Zuli remained triumphantly in the air. But Tutu had caught up again and attacked again. But as hard as it was, Tutu remained the stronger Hitmon and hit as often until Zuli was exhausted.

As a challenger, Tom was allowed to exchange his Hitmon. So he chose Rauruk again. The famous Hitmon was enthusiastic and jumped into the ring.

Tutu also took Rauruk's shape and hurried toward his opponent. As if on command, they sprang up and thrown their thunderbolt attacks against each other. Rauruk jerked off while Tutu grabbed the full load. But it did not show the slightest reaction and jumped to Rauruk. A powerful blow to the head, and his opponent was completely dazed. Immediately Tom shouted back his hitmon, but it did not react, rattled himself up again and jumped into the air again.

"Go on, Rauruk," Tom shouted. "Do not give up!"

Tutu had known this and wanted to be in the air as well, but Rauruk whispered to his opponent and drilled his teeth into his body. Tutu shrieked, trembling like an aspen run, and sank to the floor with a swoon.

It lay motionless. Paul withdrew his hitmon. As an Arenaleiter he could not exchange Hitmon and had to be defeated. It was clear. Tom was the winner.

"Tom Bailey won!" A voice sounded from the loudspeakers. "He is also the Hitmons champion with 42 hitmons undisputed!"

Tom jumped with joy. His friends stormed at once, conspiring with congratulations. At that moment, Professor Tracy approached him. He knew Tom would join this tournament, but he did not make it in time. He ran toward the boy and said,

"All right. The missiles have already flown into space. Until they go up, they have long since passed the lunar orbit. You really did a great job. "

Everyone rejoiced.

"Then you could just make a triple party," Maggie said.

At that moment, Paul appeared. Tom was only thinking that he wanted to take this revenge, but he said,

"Congratulations, Tom. You are now the new Arenaleiter. Get the contract from the referees what you have to do next year. "

"I'll do it," Tom promised. "Thank you Paul."

Shortly thereafter, everyone from the arena marched. Tom held his rauruk in his arm. They all shone over their faces, circling Tom and congratulating him on his victory, because he had finally done what he had been training for over a year.

From his friends and many hitmons, he strutted through the streets. Rauruk stomped with joy with his little paws and with his sweet voice always called his motto "Huki, Huki" into the crowd. His blue cheeks had become even more blue, and his little eyes sparkled like rare aquamarines. It was not to be overlooked how happy Rauruk was.

The other hitmons joined him and shouted at him out of bodywork.

A few kilometers away in a castle-like building, a huge monitor ran along the wall, where the scene outside was closely followed with Tom and his companions. In the middle of the large room stood a giant armchair, on which sat the gold-blonded Martin Gordon. He was very close to his goal of taking over the world power, when Tom came and destroyed everything, because only by reprogramming the rockets was it possible to suppress Gordon at all.

With disgust and hatred for Tom, Gordon watched the scene outside. While the monitor was still running, he muttered,

"I only owe this to the villain that I have to start over again. Had never guessed that he would crack the codes. But I will give him a lesson that he will not soon forget. "

"Why do not we eliminate him?" Asked his advisor Kimo, who was standing next to him. "That would be quick and easy!"

"Quick and easy," Gordon repeated. "Quick and easy!" He switched the monitor quietly with his remote control and continued:

"You can quickly and easily switch off a device, make a phone call, prepare food, write a letter ... no, no."

He rose from his chair and thought. Then he said,

"The two are smart and prepared for everything. No matter what kind of weapon you're targeting. Tom reacts lightning fast, is as alert and nimble as a weasel. Did you see his eyes? This can not be distracted even now. Apart from this, do not forget Rauruk. When this beast first gets his rage, he can lash my whole system with his teeth and keep an army at bay. No! Violence is not a solution. Besides, the police would come to me immediately, because who would be so stupid to get rid of the two? They are much too popular, and they have saved the earth. There would be no reason for anyone to get rid of them, apart from me. There would be a possibility, however, without someone coming to me. "

"But I do not understand," Kimo said. "I said earlier that no one could have been there. Why are you so convinced that Tom was there? The dogs would have had to track him. "

"I'm sure they were here," Gordon whispered.

"Maybe you let your lightning flash on the two," Kimo burst out. "This could be camouflaged as an accident!"

"It will not work," Gordon replied. "Rauruk has a kind of umbrella and can turn off all the lightning from himself and Tom. All magic does not help. But that brings me to an idea. If I can get the two to a different place, the world will be more likely to be looking for them. "

"And what good is that for?" Kimo asked. "I'd just eliminate them. Why do you want to do so much work for guys who are not worth it? "

"Because I know how to win," Gordon replied calmly. "What do you think I've never lost?"

"So, suppose you want to send the two to another country," Kimo muttered. "What were you thinking of?"

Gordon went to a large earth map and said:

"I've thought about some place in Europe. Maybe I could put them in another time, but it's not that simple. Another place would suffice. This also provides me with the necessary time to rebuild my power. Out of sight, out of mind, as it is so beautiful. And they will not even have the money to come back again, I bet. I'll prepare everything. "

Meanwhile, Tom and Rauruk were still running through the streets. Tom's friends wanted to celebrate a party in the evening, but no one could guess that it would not come so far.

Gordon had already prepared everything with his technique. Now it was about activating the transmitter to send Tom and Rauruk to Europe.

Gordon switched on the set and the first flashes were shown. He murmured some incomprehensible words, and the lightnings piled up.

Meanwhile, the others celebrated Tom's victory. He cried:

"At last I have achieved what I wanted to achieve! I thank you all, that I have come so far. And Rauruk has fought excellently. Because of that, I am now at the top. The title takes me so quickly no more. "

"Will you be back next year?" Calvin asked.

"I have to," Tom explained. "I am now the new Arenaleiter. Next year, Rauruk will sweep everyone else off the pitch. I know that."

In the meantime white swirls appeared. Tom and Rauruk had noticed. A white swirl surrounded her, and before they realized they had disappeared.

The fright that spread among the others mocked every description.

"Oh, God, they are hit by lightning."

"But there is no ashes there. Besides, we have blue skies. There must have been something else. "

"Come on, we must look for her."

But they did not know where to look. The kids and the hitmons screamed for the best coach and his rauruk. But after the aftermath of the vortex had passed, everyone knew:

Tom and Rauruk had disappeared. No search could help. However, Clifford guessed what was going on.

"Gordon is probably behind it," he said. "I can only hope that the two are still healthy. But whether they ever come back, I do not know. "

No one could answer. But then Maggie said:

"Certainly they are still alive, otherwise we would have found traces. Gordon probably conjured her into another country. I know he can do that. "

"And if so, where shall we seek them?" asked Calvin. "You can be who knows where."

"Unfortunately a very good question." said Maggie. "But I'm sure the two will get help."

"And if not." asked Calvin. "What if they are in Afghanistan, where they will not find help, and they do not understand the language there, what will become of them?"

"Do not worry." Maggie told him. "I'm sure they'll find help, and they'll be very nice people."

"How did you get it?" Calvin wanted to know. "They can be who knows where."

"We'd better ask Gordon." said Maggie.

"How do you imagine that." asked Calvin. "You do not really think you can march as easy as that."

"I do not need that at all." said Maggie. "I'm sure they'll land with very nice people."

CHAPTER 3: NIKI

Europe. Germany South. The Munich Internet promoter Benjamin Fischer sat at his computer, as his headset rang, which went over his computer.

"Fischer!" He announced.

"Hoppe, company Carstens!" A female voice sounded.

Fischer listened. The company Carstens was the largest intermediary for his company. They searched other Internet users and immediately reported to Fischer when something promised good money. Company Carstens was around the clock for fishermen. Even if he was not sitting on the computer, everything was saved.

"Mr Fischer, we have something new for you," said Ms Hoppe. She was a very exuberant woman with bright dark eyes, who aroused much joy.

"A computer software for children," continued Mrs. Hoppe. "All scientific areas can be thinned through. Unfortunately the author does not have the necessary small money to bring it to the market. You might help him. "

Fischer looked down. He seemed to think about something, then he said,

"Science. This is not a sales camp for the moment, but in the long term profitable. The author should send me an e-mail. What do I owe you? "

"The usual," laughed the woman on the other line. "I am writing everything together."

Fischer laughed.

"Already done. I'll call back. "Interrupted the line and dialed another number.

Benjamin Fischer, who was only called Benny by all, was more of a lanky figure, had short dark hair, and was not the type of man the women swarmed about. But his brown eyes radiated a lot of warmth.

Benny was a widower. Since his wife Maria died two years ago on an accident, he lived alone with his son Dominik in a small apartment, which he had grown through his company as Internet promoter. His business was not bad, but one could not make any more riches. Since all his web pages of his customers were piled up in his computer, the monthly fees paid off, so that the whole thing ran almost automatically, he could take care of his son by the way.

Since Benny's death, Benny had totally withdrawn, which did not suit his child. He tried with his incomparable qualities to bring his father back to his wife time and again, but he never went into it.

Benny had no relatives. He had grown up as a single child. His mother Raffaella, a half-Italian, died of pneumonia when he was five years old. His father, Kurt, a long-haul, often took him to travel during his holidays. Otherwise, Benny spent his time with his grandparents in Milbertshofen or with the neighbors, where the girl of the same age, Maria, lived.

When Benny was 17 years old, his father was deadly with the truck. The car had left the rainy road on the way to Austria and fell 60 meters deep into the Mangfall. In the front, a container of benzene exploded.

Luckily, Benny had learned early to put himself on his own feet. He was helped by the picture-loving neighbor, Maria, whom he had known from a small age and had a Mediterranean temperament, although she was German. Undoubtedly she had inherited that from her son.

Maria, the school's biggest school swarm, and the inconspicuous Benny quickly became friends. When they were 9 years old they had met, only a few months later they gave themselves the engagement kiss. At that time, it was still a game between children, but over the years their friendship became more and more intense. Benny and Maria moved together and married. Niki was born a year later.

Niki, actually Dominik, was initially a quiet baby. But the older he became, the more his mother's temper came through. The rather calm and sober Benny soon saddled professionally, after he had been over with occasional jobs over water.

With his friend Alexander Hauser, he founded an Internet business. In this way he was able to build up his own existence. At first, the shops were dazzling, but the huge offer on the Internet now made it a little more difficult.

Now Benny had started the second number.

"Hauser!" A male voice sounded.

"Hi, Alex, it's me, Benny."

"Ey, Benny, servus!" Cried the men voice cheerfully. "How was the birthday celebration for you yesterday? Mellie said it would have been great. "

Alex had designed an unusual birthday party for Niki for yesterday. The boy had invited the children of his neighbor and his classmates. And, of course, Mellie, his best friend, was also there. Instead of a clown who conjured up, Alex had made a children's ballet group act as an alien. Alex was a disc jockey and played the most enchanting songs. Usually Niki sat only there and wept with happiness. And always Mellie was with him.

But the greatest happiness was for him, when Alex gave him a crown, the niki of the queen of the day was to put on. Alex had a wonderful melody from a soundtrack. Niki walked slowly towards Mellie and set her crown.

This ceremony and the song were so gorgeous that many children sobbed. When the celebration was over, and Niki just unpacked the presents, Benny said to Alex,

"Thank you very much, friend. Look at the children. You are quite happy. "

"Well, let's hope so," said his former partner.

"Tell me, how long have you worked on the choreographies?" The promoter wanted to know.

"So about 3 months." Alex grinned. "But it was worth it."

"You can say that," Benny said approvingly.

Meanwhile the children were picked up by their parents. Only Mellie was left. She was just at Niki and said,

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Niki replied. Already the little one was taken by her parents.

"We'll see you soon," Alex promised.

Now Benny sat on the phone.

"It was great, too," Benny confirmed. "The children were all happy. I just wanted to thank you for it. You were great."

"Always for you," Alex replied. "Whenever you want." He laughed and continued,

"Now Niki is already nine. So, where the time remains "

"Mellie's already eight," Benny replied. "It's great that the kids understand each other so well. By the way: Today is the last day of school. Are you getting Mellie? "

"It does not work," Alex said. "Because I have an important date. What about you? "

"I can take some time off," Benny replied. "Niki has a close. By the way; my computer spins again. I think I ought to let Brauner know, he'll get it back.

Benny chose a third number on the computer.

"Brauner!" An energetic young voice announced.

"Here fishermen. I have another problem with my computer. "

"It's not!"

"If I say it," Benny replied. "In the beginning it was still rare, but now it gets more and more frequent. If I want to start my Zip drive, the computer collapses. I do not know why either."

"I can think of it," Brauner replied. "You have installed your drive yourself. Perhaps there has been a slight phase shift, where the Zip is integrated with another drive without you seeing it. I'm just around the corner. Shall I look at the box? "

"That's why I was just asking you!" Benny laughed. "But it would not have been that fast."

Just a few minutes later, the spirited Brauner rushed through the door. He was a stocky young man with a brow and a look in his eyes, who did not tolerate any contradiction. He went to the study purposefully and had already thrown the programs through.

After a minute he said,

"Well, there is only one solution, Mr. Fischer: The hard drive has to be formatted. You have accidentally registered the Zip drive to the DVD burner. This has resulted in a short circuit. You must save the data externally. Do you think it's going to happen? "