Ric appeared with Mr. Jones. The Villagers offered him a seat that he heavily rejected. So, Ric took the seat instead.
"So, where should we start? The time is getting on." Mustache Rogers said, rubbing his hands together.
"I am the leading scientist at QC, you should let me go at once!" Said Mr. Jones.
The elderly villagers stared at him with raised eyebrows.
"Why?" One of them asked.
Mr. Jones looked surprised and a bit angry. "What do you mean why?!" He thundered.
Mustache Rogers got up quickly as if he knew how Jones was going to answer. "I will tell you why and you are going to listen!" Mustache Rogers shouted in his face. But before he got any further, he was out of breath and Ailith gave him a hand to get back to his seat.
"What Mustache Rogers is trying to say is from the news that I have gathered from the underground arms trading co that your status of being the head scientist of microbiology only makes us more inclined to either keep you or kill you." She said smiling.
"I believe that if you look at your information about me in proper determination, you will see that I am much more." Jones said.
Ailith smiled.
"What has he done?" Stuttered Jack.
Nelly rubbed her wrists. "He had planned to take you to the QC no matter what you wanted. And he locked me in his boot planning to do who knows what with me." She said, her voice angry.
"Well that was because you were being a noisy little brat. Your parents wouldn't miss your brat like behavior anyway." Jones said with a smirk.
"That's enough, we don't need any more strife then what we have already." Mustache Rogers said, leaning back on his chair.
"Why don't you guys sell me to the rebellion? I would fetch a pretty price." Mr Jones said with a smile in his eyes.
"Don't think us so foolish, we know your Council owns the rebellion to keep the eye of the public on them to blame for your doings." Ric said glaring at him.
"Why do you think that?" Jones asked, Nelly could see he was sweating and about to break.
"The underground arms co has eyes and ears everywhere." Ric said.
"If that was the case, you would know my identity with the company." Jones said still sweating.
"What do you mean?" Asked Jack, he was still confused.
"They have eyes," Started Ailith.
"No, I mean about the rebellion." Said Jack.
"The rebellion is a branch of the undercover QC program to keep the people happy and someone to blame." Mustache Rogers explained. "If the Queens Council had no competition or an enemy, the people would become restless and when a problem did arise like with the bees dying and things, people would rebel against the QC and take the matter into their own hand, but there is a so called 'rebellion' that the QC can blame and so the people feel that they can take revenge on the fake rebellion."
Jack listened intently to what Mustache Rogers was saying.
"But it can't be the truth, the rebellion broke off the QC in 2293 because they wanted more power. We grew up learning it, isn't that right Nelly?"
Nelly shrugged her shoulders.
"We believe you boy, but sadly you have been fed a load of rubbish." Moustache Rogers said sadly.
Jack stared at Mr. Jones for an answer. Mr. Jones was staring at the ground in supposedly deep thought.
It was too much for Jack, he cracked under the weight of everything, it didn't help with what time of life his body was going through as well.
"This is lies, all lies! I don't even know who to trust anymore!" He shouted.
Mustache Rogers signaled Ric to take Jack out of the room.
Ric dragged the screaming Jack out of the room and out of the rang of hearing.
Everyone turned to look at Mr. Jones.
"Well now, I don't think the boys going to be any trouble. Who is he? Your son?" Asked Mustache Rogers, twirling his mustache. When he was curious about something he played with his mustache.
"No, the boy has nothing to do with me or the Queens Council. He's an orphan from Prata, he won't be missed." Jones said.
Moustache Rogers eye brows went up and his lips broadened into a smile. "By the name of Mother Earth, Liz can you please bring my collection of newspapers that are all in the year 2514."
A young girl the age of somewhere around 10 nodded her head and walked out of the room.
Mr. Jones looked confused at the request.
Moustache Rogers smiled at seeing Jones confused.
"I collected my monthly newspapers, never chucked them out. It was a kind of a hobby, placed the older ones on display in my antique store." Moustache Rogers said to Jones, smiling.
Soon the girl came back carrying a stack of twelve newspapers.
"Thank you, Liz." Moustache Rogers took the pile and sifted through them.
"Nope, not November, nope not that one either, ah, here it is, it happened in May."
Everyone now, not just Mr. Jones looked confused.
"When you said that the boy was an orphan and was from Prata, my memory clicked. Of course, you stepped forward on the 22nd of May of 2514 to be the boys Tutor, to many people it was surprise as how you being a high scientist to be interested in such a boy as Jack." Moustache Rogers held up the newspaper for everyone to see.
Ailith gave a forceful poke in the side of Mr. Jones. "What do you have to do with the boy!" Growled Ailith.
Jones gave a yelp. "He's no one really. I only tutored him because no one else would step forward to take the place as his tutor."
Ailith poked him again and he gave an even louder yelp.
"Liar! Why should the top scientist should ever be interested in tutoring an orphan which is half a world away from where he lived, unless the scientist was truly a kind heartened man but in this case, he's not!" Ailith shouted in his ear.
"Now please tell us or your dead meat." She whispered in his ear. His forehead was sweating in the cool evening.
"The QC will take their revenge on you all!" He shouted. He ran to the nearest exit but Ric had just come back from putting Jack into a locked room, Ric seized Jones and walked him back to a chair and tied him to it with his belt.
"Nice try." Ric said to him, smiling.
Ailith Stood up straight and yawned. "Well its getting late and we still need to eat that dead dog, I say let's shoot him in the morning and relieve the world of this traitor. I think the bees would be glad to see their murderer dead." She gave a sweat smile to Jones who wasn't so happy at the idea of being shot.
"Why do you think that the virus was my fault, it was the scientist before me that re-found it from when the Ancestors had the War." He said quickly.
Mustache Rogers was twirling his mustache in thought. "That is true," He said. "But Miss Keebly didn't know what you all at QC were going to use it for. You did help to strengthen it after she was removed from head scientist, so we can place the blame on you for what has become of this world."
Jones didn't have anything to say after that.
All the villagers agreed with Ailith.
Mr. Jones was taken away and tied up back in the pig pen and an elderly man was placed as a guard.
The villagers prepared the dead dog ready to eat with the bottle of port that Ailith had seized from Mr. Joneses boot of the car, and ate it in front of Mr Jones.
"My beautiful Port." He whined
Nelly didn't like the idea of eating a dog so she was offered some dried fruit left over from the year before.
After the meal, Nelly was taken to the attic of the museum and was given a bed near where she found Jack had been placed to sleep for the light. She fell to sleep with the moon shining through the holes in the roof and the smell of the towns cooking wood fire.
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