Blank Mastermind, Part 16: Lunch with the enemy

Join us this week as our hero villain meets with his enemy’s sidekick to betray his own diabolical plans, despite his henchman. 0.O

My intros just keep getting weirder.


Lowdown for new people: It’s a villain who’s got amnesia, but doesn’t want anyone to know and also thinks past him is a horrible person and is trying to fix all his former plans. 

For old folks: Yep. Dallas is back. ❤

For everyone: It never hurts to reread. 😉

Past parts below…

Part 1: Waking Up

Part 2: Dallas

Part 3: Bad News

Part 4: Taking a Drive

Part 5: Meet the Gang

Part 6: All the Good Villain Bits

Part 7: Explosives

Part 8: Short Circuit

Part 9: Hospitality

Part 10: Kidnapper

Part 11: Ransom

Part 12: Scenic Drive

Part 13: The Superior

Part 14: An Apology & a Phone Call

Part 15: Grocery Run

Aaaand *drumroll* part 16, everyone!


Part 16

Lunch with the enemy


I was a bit cocky in my declaration of being able to find Dallas’s unspecified “place”. Turned out, there were a lot of “places” by the zoo. And searching all of them for a small, shy person takes a while.


The last place I looked was a hipster-y, eco-friendly place tucked in a little side street.


“Branches” read the sign in a weird font that actually looked like branches.


About five cars were parked out front. One was a small, green pickup that looked like it ran on the prayers of its owner.


Something told me I’d found Dallas.


I pulled up by the curb on the opposite side of the street and cut the engine. Bad News had given me an old baseball hat that was sitting on the dashboard. “Disguise” he said. I guess I was kind of famous. Or infamous. I pulled it on, yanking the brim down to shade my eyes,


Shoving the keys in my pocket, I got out and went across the street to the door of the café. A grubby little mat welcomed me and a cowbell above the door clattered as I stepped inside.


I craned my neck around to get a good look at the clock behind the counter. One-fifty already. Crud.


The girl at the counter hesitantly edged into my sightline. “Hello, may I help you?”


I straightened, “Uh, yeah. I’m here for lunch with . . . someone. A friend.” I turned and looked over at the seating area. Way off in a corner booth, I saw someone in a dark green coat looking seriously into a mug.


I pointed, turning back to the girl, “I’m with him.”


“Very good,” she handed me a sheet of paper, “there’s your menu. I’ll be over to take your orders in a bit.”


I nodded my thanks and started walking towards the table quietly.


Dallas still hadn’t noticed me. He cupped his hands around the top of the mug, trapping the steam for a bit. A frown creased his forehead and he put his hands back down with a half sigh.


I cleared my throat, “Hey.”


He jumped a bit and looked up at me.


I raised a hand in greeting, “Sorry I’m late. Got a little lost.” I slid into the booth on the bench across from him.


“No, it’s fine.” Dallas assured, shifting in his seat. “I don’t mind waiting.”


It was quiet for a few seconds. I looked around the room at all the nature photography, plants and quotes.


“Pretty nice place,” I said, “Come here a lot?”


Dallas shrugged, “Sometimes.” He looked back down at his mug. I followed his gaze. I think he had black tea of some sort in there.


He rubbed his hands together. There was a tiny blue flash and it looked like his skin almost flickered.


I blinked. What did he have? I didn’t see him holding anything just a couple seconds ago . . .


Dallas sighed and propped his arm on the table, holding the bridge of his nose. “You wouldn’t remember that anyway, would you?” It almost didn’t sound like he was taking to me.


I leaned forward, “Remember what now?”


“So what can I get for you guys today?” asked a waitress, suddenly materializing next to our table.


We both jumped.


“Well . . . I . . .” I stammered, glancing at Dallas, “I don’t know, really. Do you want something, Dallas?”


Dallas peeked down at the menu again for a second, “Um . . . Caesar salad maybe?”


“Alrighty, then.” The girl scribbled it down with a smile, then turned to me, her ponytail flipping over her shoulder. “And for you, sir?”


I glanced over the menu, reading absolutely nothing. “D-do you guys have burgers?”


“We sure do.”


“I’ll take that, then.” I handed her the menu.


“Alright,” she took it from me, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, then!” Beaming at us, she clacked away in her high heels.


Silence fell again, except for the hum of voices and occasional clank of dishes. Dallas took a sip out of his mug. It looked too big in his hands.


I leaned back in my seat. “So, what were you saying?”


“You were the one that wanted to tell me something first,” Dallas pointed out.


“It’s fine. Give me more time to prepare and I’ll be more coherent. Seriously, what were you saying?”


He sighed and set down his mug, looking into it again. Somehow gathering courage from his tea, he straightened and met my gaze.


“Just . . . Amazing Man’s superpowers . . . um . . .” he rubbed at the back of his neck. “So he’s not like superman or anything, falling from space and all. He was given his superpowers by an organization.” Dallas stopped for a second and raised his eyebrows. “Is this ringing any bells?”


“No.” But I was getting a tiny prick of headache, so an old, broken bell was probably trying to ring.


Dallas looked back at his tea, “It’s sort of an injection . . . thing. Tiny nano-robots that give the powers and can be turned off if he turns evil or anything goes wrong.


“So that organization also chose him a sidekick from the armed forces applications. To serve our country in a different way, so to speak. And that sidekick they chose was me. They thought the sidekick also needed superpowers as well, so . . .” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “ . . . they gave them to me.”


Dallas was a superhero now? Correction, super sidekick? I furrowed my brow, “How come you didn’t use them when I had you captured?”


“There’s a bit more,” he corrected, “I was given forcefields and teleportation, but they were doing more harm than good, with my clumsiness in controlling them, so they turned them off.”


He pulled at his sleeves a bit, “I honestly do a lot better without having to worry about them. But . . . after the whole hostage situation with you . . . they were worried I wasn’t able enough to defend myself and so it’s back on again.”


Snippets of the conversation I’d heard at the Fernsbys’ when I was just regaining consciousness resurfaced in my mind. There was something about turning something back on that Dallas didn’t want to . . .


Dallas’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “Just . . . if I suddenly rematerialize at the other side of the room, know it wasn’t on purpose.”


I felt kind of guilty now. After all, I was the one who kidnapped him . . . sort of. I mean, there was me, then Bad News, then the gang . . . but still. It felt like it was my fault on some deeper level. He probably wouldn’t have needed to be the sidekick if I wasn’t the horrible villain that needed to be stopped.


I swallowed. “I’m sorry.”


Dallas looked up from his too-long sleeves and locked his green eyes with mine. Almost asking if I was joking. I kept my look serious. He looked back down and chuckled a little.


“I mean it, Dall,” I insisted,


Dallas’s mouth quirked at a funny angle, “Just never thought I’d hear that from you. You never really were one for apologizing.”


I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’d hope that I’m a bit different now.”


Dallas nodded. Neither of us spoke for a minute or so.


I shifted in my seat again. “So . . . my thing I was going to tell you.’


“Right,” Dallas straightened up a bit more and watched me.


My turn to rub the back of my neck and fumble for words. “Okay . . . uh . . . ” I glanced over at the people at the table nearest to us and dropped my voice to a whisper.


“So that ski-mask dude put me in the car with a sack over my head and took me to this place with a big parking garage and a lot of halls and office things. Apparently, I’d missed some meeting with this business-looking guy, so I had to go to his office.”


Just remembering that office made me antsy. I shook it off and continued.


“The guy kept going on about how I’d be nothing without him and how putting the bomb at the baseball stadium almost screwed up everything and they’d already set up everything for me to kidnap Leif.”


Dallas’s brow furrowed. “But you signed the note . . .”


I nodded, “Yeah, but apparently this guy had like advised me on it or something. I was getting almost a philanthropist vibe. Like I was doing the stuff and he was funding it or something. Were you aware of anything like that going on?”


Dallas shook his head.


“Well, he unlocked this secret passageway thing and we went down and I had a bomb I’d been building down there,” I let out my breath slowly and dropped my voice even more. “And this thing is huge. Like, blow-up-half-a-city huge.”


“And here are you gentlemen’s orders!” Two plates clanked down on the table and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The waitress smiled down at us. “Will there be anything else?”


I couldn’t find my voice just at that moment. Dallas shook his head. “N-no, ma’am. Thank you.”


“No problem,” she spun around and clicked back to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder to “just say if we needed anything”.


Like maybe a defibrillator.


I closed my eyes and ran a hand over my face, trying to get my heart rate to slow a bit. My fingers were trembling. I stuck my hand in my pocket and let out a shaky breath.


“You were saying?” Dallas prompted in a half-whisper.


“Something that would seriously get me arrested.”


“You’re fine, Wolf. Keep going.” He pushed his salad to one side and clasped his hands on the table.


I pushed my hat back on my hair and took a deep breath before starting in again, even quieter than last time.


“So he had me program the bomb with a security system thing. My fingerprint, a code word and a key phrase. I’m the only one that can set anything else in the system on there without the whole thing being completely fried. And it’s also going to be under this housing that is partly electrical, so I think that would be yet another security to get past.”


Dallas kept his face neutral, but I could see a deep worry in his eyes. He swallowed, “Where is it going to go?”


I shook my head, “I don’t have a date or place yet. It was still being set. I was going to be alerted as soon as it was figured out. But I’m sure it’s going to be soon.”


Bad News’s declaration that it was fine to tell Dallas as long as I didn’t have the vital bits hardened something in my chest. I held Dallas’s gaze.


“I’ll call you as soon as I get the rest of the information, okay? I promise.”


I promised.


I couldn’t break it.


My betrayal of my own plans was cemented.


I leaned back in my seat a little.


Dallas nodded, “Okay. I’ll wait for it.” Saying he trusted me wasn’t necessary. He had since he’d said it the first time.


He chewed his lip for a few seconds, then opened his mouth. “Thank you. I mean, for telling me.” He swallowed, “I know how much it means . . . meant, at least . . . to you.” A sincere smile, small though it was, spread across his face. “Not everyone makes use of their second chance. Not everyone turns around.”


Dallas gave a nod. “I’m glad you did.”


For the first time, I actually felt like one of the good guys. A redeemable wretch. I smiled at Dallas. It was involuntary, but I didn’t try and stop it.




The bomb wasn’t disarmed. Everything was far from safe. But for a moment, safety felt assured on some higher level.


It was going to be alright.


And Dallas and I ate our lunch together. Anyone in the café would’ve thought we were friends.



Aww… a happy ending. ❤

Or is it? 


Join us next time as things go horribly wrong… on BLANK MASTERMIND.

*dramatic music fades out*

(and I actually know what I’m talking about here because I’m doing these wacky things called ‘planning ahead’ and ‘writing ahead’.)

So, yep.

Have at it, Dallas fangirls. 😛

Favorite lines or parts? What do you think will happen next?

Please comment!


59 thoughts on “Blank Mastermind, Part 16: Lunch with the enemy

  1. Dallassssssss!!! *hugs him tightly* Keep going, buddy. You’ll do just fine. And teleportation?! Seriously wonderful. He would be just the kind to get really nervous, sneeze, and end up halfway across the country. XD
    And I love love LOVE Wolfy’s beginning arc… it’s starting guys… it’s starting to fix itself… which means things will only get more and more miserable from here on out, doesn’t it? 😛 Everything has to get worse before it gets better for good. *sobs* I should just lock my heart in a safe and bury it at the bottom of the sea until this is done.

    1. If any superpower was not suited to Dallas, it’s teleportation. XD (though thankfully, halfway across the country is not an option, since it’s only short-range. within 200 feet, or somewhere he’s been before.)
      *patpat* *hands you kleenex* yes, the feels storm is coming…. 😥

  2. Wow. You just made my trip to school ten billion times better. Oh Dallas has powers hm…? I’ll keep that in mind.
    I still love Wolf with all my heart. *names kid after him* *kid hates me*
    Woah planning ahead…. but why?? I really never do that, through be told. But writing a head is nice.
    Quick question, are you doing Nawrimo? ((I can never spell this right)) If so, will you be taking a break from the story to do that?

    1. He does indeed. *sage nod*
      Yeahhhh I don’t think kids would appreciate that. XD
      Sortakinda? I’m mostly using NaNo as an excuse to make myself write more and hopefully finish this up.

  3. This is me when I order. Thank you, Wolf, for putting my awkwardness into words and panicked actions. Dallas having powers is pretty awesome, especially since he’s so clumsy. ;D I loved their whole conversation. (I have an unpopular opinion that Amazing Man is evil
    and Dallas doesn’t really know so therefore he’s unwittingly working for the bad guy. Whereas Wolf is like the more grey hero in his past, I suppose. This is my theory.)

    The horrible thing is that even though it was happy and quieter, there was this undertone of “oh crap something bad is about to happen I know it” so you read the whole chapter tense and just waiting.

    And I’m still waiting.

    (also can we see Roy and Liza in the next chapter being wonderful and playing cards? :D)

    1. Yeah, that’s pretty much always at a restaurant… XD
      (Hmm…. interesting theory but I can neither confirm nor deny…)
      That’s the feeling I was hoping to get across. You shall see the reason… NEXT WEEK. *swooshes away*

  4. That’s hilarious about Dallas’s powers. And him and Wolfgang…I’m so looking forward to things going horribly wrong. Well, looking forward to them and dreading it at the same time. How is that even possible?

  5. Awww, I love it! It’s so sweet and really sad that they’re sort of friends, but Wolfgang wanted to kill Dallas and all that. I’m so not looking forward to what you’re going to put Wolfgang through. He doesn’t deserve it.
    I mean, he does. But still… 😐

  6. Yes!!!! More!!!!! Aaaand now I’m waiting on the edge of my seat for the next installment…I postponed reading all the other parts until about last week because I KNEW this would happen to me!!

  7. Oh Dallas, Dallas, Dallas, Dallas… Oh, Dallas… WHY MUST YOU BE SO CONFOUNDED LOVABLE WITH EVERY NEW INSTALLMENT?!?! Old green pickup truck that runs on prayers. ❤ Super powers that can be turned on and off. ❤ Best friends with the town super-hero and the town villain. ❤
    I'm seriously beginning to think he's part of your latest conspiracy theory… BUT I DON'T CARE IF HE IS.
    We'd suggest not hurting him, preciousss.
    Oh, sorry Wolfgang. You're great too. 😉 *hides you both in the secret passage in the basement* *uses Dallas teleportation to pay visit to writefury* *begs on hands and knees for bonus part this week*

    1. Also that waitress nearly made me jump out of my skin just reading it… with the right music that would be a hilarious movie scene. 😉

    2. Yes, Dallas. <3<3 *hands him over to be hugged, despite protests*
      Sorryyyy D: If I gave extra parts, I'd probably miss actually putting them up on Thursdays and we'd be back to the horrible habit of not being consistent.

      1. Well then, can you give Dallas time-jumping abilities? Since I’ve got him down in the basement, we could jump to Thursday together to find out his demise… *sniffs*

    Seriously stop making me love you so much and Corissa when can I come to your house next and huggle Dallas till he can barely breath and then proceed to talk him into mystification about everything in my life and then put him on your swing and give him a thrill ride or two and then take him to an ice cream place cause he really needs some of that not a salad and should i put a exclamation or question mark at the end of this i think i’ll just do both?!
    *whimpers that quickly escalate into crying, then sobbing, then hysterical tears of anguish*
    Dallas. My Dallas. My poor Dallas.
    Oh yah and Wolfy, I like you too buddy.
    But poor Dallas.
    Oh and BTW ya’ll Corissa really does have a secret passage of sorts in her house. Nothing mysterious, just a back way around in her basement that’s dark and dirty and full of wires and stuff. Perfect setting for Blank Mastermind come to think of it.

    1. Well, it’s not really “secret” per say, since the doors are in plain sight; that’s just what we call it since they look like ordinary doors and blend right in with everything else down there. It’s a “hidden-in-plain-sight-secret-passage.” 😉

      Please, Writefury doesn’t need any ideas.
      *clamps hands over Writefury’s eyes* *drags her away* Nothing to see here, Rosey… just move along…

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