Later, Jake and Almighty Z sat in the cool dark of the theater. The idea was to watch a movie, but they never actually decided on one, so they aimlessly flipped through titles for a while before giving up and fading into conversation instead.
“We should start planning an attack,” Z said. “They’re weak now, since we blew up the weapons place, but they won’t be for long. They know I’m alive, so it’s in their best interest to be working overtime to try to catch up.”
Jake looked at her, amused. “Do you ever not think about the next attack? Or is that all that goes on in your head?”
“I think about other stuff, too,” she said, leaning forward with her elbows on the armrest between them.
He turned towards her. “Oh yeah?” he said, leaning forward too. His eyes flitted across hers. “Like what?”
“Like you,” she said, melting when their lips fit together like corresponding pieces of a puzzle. Eventually, though, she pulled away. “Also, why we’re sitting here doing nothing when we could be planning.”
Jake laughed. “If that was nothing, I’d definitely like to see something.”
Z glared playfully. “You know what I mean,” she said. “I want to finish this war.”
He nodded. “Okay, then,” he said, taking her hand and squeezing it. “Let’s end this thing.”
“Yeah?” she said, squeezing back.
“First, we should update Malice and Agent Z. Then, we need an attack strategy and plan, and it has to be good enough to end it all. We should look into sending some spies...haven’t done that in a while and we need any upper hand we can get...” she looked over at Jake, questioning if that was okay.
He nodded. “Okay,” he said.
“ZIP!” Z yelled.
“Almighty Z?” ZIP stepped in.
“Go inform Malice and Almighty Z of all recent occurences regarding the war. Then, assign the best squad of spy drones to Planet Teal under orders to get information about their weapons abilities and future plans regarding us, as wall as anything else they find interesting, and have them send all information directly to you as they gather it so it’ll be backed up if anything is to happen to them.”
“Yes, Almighty Z.” He left.
“Good,” Jake said. “Now we need a plan.”
“No kidding,” Z said, pulling one of her knees up so her foot was on the chair.
“But we should do that later.”
“Because I don’t remember the last time we slept for an extended period of time, and at this time yesterday I’m pretty sure we were still in a dungeon, and since then we’ve blown a bunch of stuff up, had a confrontation with the force we’re fighting, and that’s barely half of it. Our day has been productive enough,” he said, standing up. “Come on, you need sleep.”
She involuntarily yawned. “I do not.”
“Uh huh,” he said, standing up and pulling her with him. “Let’s go.”
“So responsible,” she said as he led her out of the theater with an arm around her waist. “Worrying about sleep like it’s significant.”
He just shook his head and laughed.