Chapter 222 The Bunker / Scene : Revelations I (1/2)

The moment Chad yelled ”CUT”, Kyle sat up straight on the chair, flipping the wet locks of hair that fell over his eyes. He blew up a bit as some were tickling his nose.

Sam came over with a towel and a bathrobe, while the extras set off to untie Kyle. Luckily, it was guys this time rather than girls for having them bending over at his legs was a bit uncomfortable. Especially when they'd try to sneak glances inbetween his legs.

Kyle wasn't really naked.

He wore flesh coloured speedos and the camera angle was such that it couldn't be seen. Thus, his, er ... manhood was essentially covered. Problem was, speedos were already rather tight fitting and short, and when it is coupled with flesh colour ... well, suffice to say that it doesn't leave much to the imagination as to how Kyle Jr looked like - or rather, what its size was like.

So you can imagine how Kyle was a bit reluctant to get up until Sam handed him the towel.

He wiped his hair and chest first, then swiftly wrapped it around his waist just as he got up. There was a collective sigh of disappointment sound coming from the back. However, when Kyle looked up, everyone was busy and one couldn't tell where the sound actually originated from.

Sam simply smirked at Kyle as he gave the bathrobe and Kyle quickly put it on.

”Glad that scene is over,” Kyle muttered, ”It's not really cold here but dang, I could seriously feel like I was being stripped.”

”Er, hello?” Sam said, hardly containing his mirth, ”You weren't exactly wearing much to be stripped, you know.”

Kyle shuddered.

It really was hard to act when he could literally feel like hungry eyes all over. Those darn screenwriters were really laying it on thick with all the fan service moments. It was borderline p*rn. No real nudity but the suggestion of it appeared to be more than enough.

Sometimes, hinting at what is there and leaving the rest to the imagination is much more suggestive than baring it all out in the open.

They walked over to the living room and Sam still couldn't believe at the layout of the bunker.

”This place is fantastic. How long did it take to build?” Sam asked curiously.

”Oh, a year or so,” Kyle replied, walking to the kitchen and getting two bottles of mineral water. He handed one to Sam and sat back down.

”You guys seriously played in here when you were younger? How come you never told us about it?”

Kyle shrugged, ”Never thought about it. We never really talked about the house and what we had, really. All of our time was spent at school rather than at home, let alone here.”

Sam nodded, ”True. Then again, now that I think about it - why?”

”Well, it was the only place we could be ourselves,” Kyle explained, his voice going low as his eyes had this soft look in it as he thought of the past, ”Before school, we were basically cooped up at home. We weren't allowed out. Security was tight. Things like that.”

Kyle leaned back on the chair, ”So we kinda looked at home like a sort of prison. We don't now, of course, but we did then.”

He gestured towards the living room and everything around, ”This was our way of escaping outside. That, and the fact that we were experimenting and learning. I kid you not, it was dang boring at home so this really was an outlet.”

”It really looks like you built a house underground,” Sam said, ”Which architect designed this?”

”Original layout plants were mine, and we collaborated with electricians and so forth to see whether what we envisioned was possible,” Kyle explained, ”Ventilation, the secondary source of power, water supply, waste disposal - that sort of thing.”

Sam nodded, impressed then he suddenly stopped, certain things clicking in his mind. He turned and looked at Kyle with his eyes wide open, ”Wait. Wait a minute ... you ... this place was already built before you and Kay went to school.”

”Yes,” Kyle replied, twisting the cap off the bottle of mineral water and started drinking.

”It took over a year to build ....” Sam continued.

”Yes,” Kyle confirmed.

”The original plan was yours,” Sam said, his voice now barely a whisper.

Kyle looked at Sam, quiet, waiting for him to finish the sentence, ”You thought of this place and drew the plans when you were five?!”

”Four,” Kyle replied without batting an eyelid.

”What the fuck!” Sam cursed out loud for the first time, causing people to turn around and stare at him in surprise.

Kyle grinned at him, wriggled his eyebrows and finished the water. He then dumped it into the waste disposal unit for plastic, that automatically started shredding the plastic bottle. The bottle lid was dumped into a normal wastepaper basket.

It was much more environmentally friendly to shred the plastic bottle as it would get rid of any residue liquid. Crushing it was a more popular and easier alternative as not everyone can afford to get such a shredding machine.

It also helped save space for waste.

It was the little things like this that made Sam feel insignificant. It wasn't just the elaborate layout of the place, but how everything had been taken into consideration. It wasn't just about comfort but also about how everything here was using the least amount of energy and environmentally friendly.

Just take the water system for example.

Above ground, there were various water catchments placed that caught the rainwater. It filtered naturally down the ground and was collected into a container. This was their main source of water.

What sort of four-year-old kid would think of such a thing? Even adults don't!

Sam thought that the MIB was already something amazing.