“Oh hi, Hiro,” said Phineas, shaking Hiro’s hand. Phineas quickly made the introductions. Hiro eyed Milo’s friends again. “So what brings you to San Fransokyo,” he asked again. “Your message was a little cryptic.”

Phineas shrugged. “Sorry about that,” he said. “There wasn’t time for a more in depth message.”

Hiro nodded. As the leader of Big Hero 6, he was used to working in the dark. “Let’s step into my office and we can talk.” Hiro turned and opened the door. They followed him into his office. The wall opposite the door was dominated by a large round window.  One wall was dominated by several bookcases that reached from the floor almost to the ceiling. They appeared to sag under the weight of a large collection technical manuals and heavy text books, on subjects ranging from biochemistry and genetics to nanotechnology, artificial intelligence, quantum physics and cybernetics. The opposite wall was dominated by a desk bearing a keyboard, a wireless mouse and a pair of high definition monitors. Tools and sundry other objects were scattered here and there around the room. 

Hiro pulled his chair out, sat down at his computer and typed something into his keyboard. The twin monitors that occupied most of the space on his desk glowed to life, displaying an assortment of graphs and images. He swept them aside with a gesture, then clicked, tapped and swiped his way through several menus until he found the file folder that he wanted. He opened it and another assortment of graphs and images, including a picture of Milo, and various scans of the equipment that had been used to incapacitate and kidnap Milo spread themselves across Hiro’s computer screens.  He turned to face Milo’s friends. “Well, this is definitely from Kreitech,” he said.

The woman with the short, spiky hair cut nodded. “Yeah,” said Go Go, “the striations in the microchip’s substrate area a dead give away.”

Hiro nodded in agreement and looked again Phineas and Ferb. “I agree,” he said. “But I can’t believe that Alastair Krei would participate in the kidnapping of a teenager.”

“I told you so,” interjected Wasabi.

Hiro shot a curious glance at Zack, Melissa and Amanda. “Why’s your friend so special?”

Zack, Melissa and Amanda all glanced at each other, as though having a silent conversation. Everyone was slightly surprised when Cavendish broke the silence. “Milo is indeed a very special young man,” he said.

“OK,” said Go Go slowly, “what makes Milo special?”

“Murphy’s Law,” said Amanda simply.

“Murphy’s Law,” intoned Baymax calmly, “Is the axiom that anything that can go wrong-“

“-will go wrong,” finished Melissa. 

“With Milo, it’s not just an axiom,”said Zack. “Its literally how he lives his life.”

“That statement is illogical,” replied Baymax in soothing tones. “Murphy’s Law is not a physical phenomenon.”

“Cavendish and I didn’t believe it either at first,” replied Dakota. 

Cavendish nodded in agreement. “Yes,” he said, “we initially thought that Milo was some sort of counter agent. We thought he was sent to foil our mission.”

Dakota continued. “We noticed that weird stuff happens around Milo,” he said, “and we thought that Milo was setting us up.” As Dakota spoke, he suddenly remembered a thin, slightly round shouldered kid, his spine bent under the weight of a heavy backpack, trying to buy a bag of pistachios. Cavendish and Dakota had been tasked by the Bureau of Time Travel with protecting pistachio plants in and around Danville. Their supervisor, Mr. Block had been fond of pistachios, which had become extinct sometime in the late 21st Century for reasons that were not fully understood. As a result, Mr. Block had tasked them with the mission of protecting all the pistachio plants in Danville. Milo’s proximity to their pistachio cart had caused the broiler to overheat and their pistachio cart had exploded as a result.  

Cavendish and Dakota had crossed paths with Milo, Zack and Melissa several more times over the next few months and his knack for dealing with the unexpected had proven useful when the Pistachions had tried to take over the future.

While Cavendish, Dakota, Zack and Melissa had been talking, Hiro, Go Go, Fred, Honey Lemon and Wasabi had been trading looks with each other, as if having a silent conversation. Baymax stood in a corner watching all of them impassively. Zack was getting fidgety again. This is taking too long, he thought slightly irritably. We should be out looking for Milo. He took a deep, steadying breath and he felt Melissa put a calming hand on his shoulder.

At the same moment, Baymax said, “your elevated heart rate suggests that you are under stress. Would you like a hug?”

For a second Zack looked confused. “No,” he said, “I-why would he-,”

Hiro shrugged. “Baymax was designed to be a personal healthcare companion,” he explained. “He does other stuff as well, but this is part of his basic programming.” He paused. “I understand how you feel,” he said. “A friend of mine went missing today as well.”

Zack, Melissa and Amanda all looked at each other. Zack suddenly felt slightly awkward. 

“What happened?” asked Phineas.

“Her name is Karmi,” replied Hiro, “and we’re not entire sure what happened to her.”

“She interns for Liv Amara-,” explained Honey Lemon. 

“Really?” asked Phineas, “isn’t she-“

“-the CEO of Sycorax Bionics,” finished Hiro. He suddenly looked thoughtful. “There’s something about all of this that feels off,” he said to the room at large. Over the past several months there had been a number of incidents in San Fransokyo during which Big Hero 6 had been confronted by a number of adversaries with increasingly dangerous abilities. They had never been able to prove it, but Hiro had always suspected that Sycorax was involved in some fashion, and now Phineas and Ferb had shown up in his lab asking him to help them find a friend. He decided to play a hunch. “Help me understand something,” he said to Zack, Melissa and Amanda, “how does Milo cause all the negative events that happen around him?”

“That’s easy,” replied Melissa, “he was born this way.”

Hiro, Fred, Wasabi, Honey Lemon and Go Go all traded sceptical looks. “Wait, so you’re basically saying that Milo was born unlucky?” asked Hiro.

“That is not possible,” interjected Baymax in calm tones. “There is no known genetic condition that can cause a person to be unlucky.”

“Milo was,” replied Amanda and Phineas pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Ferb and I ran some tests,” said Phineas, tapping and swiping through various menus on his screen, “and we found that a field of negative probability radiates directly outward from his DNA. It interacts with all energy fields and physical objects within a two hundred metre radius of Milo.”

“It automatically skews all outcomes around Milo toward negative outcomes,” continued Zack.

“And this isn’t the first time that Milo has been targeted,” cut in Dakota. “We need to find him.”

As Hiro, Amanda, Zack and Dakota had been talking Hiro’s computer chimed and Baymax said, “Hiro, you are receiving an e-mail from Flynn, Phineas.”  Hiro turned back to his computer and opened the e-mail that Phineas had sent him. Various video clips, pictures, graphs and scans spreads spread themselves across his computer screen. A kid who causes utter chaos everywhere he goes just by showing up, thought Hiro, out loud he said, “this definitely sounds like Sycorax, OK, we’ll help you.” He opened a second file and lines of computer code and complex mathematical formulas began scrolling down his other monitor. “You wrote a tracking algorithm?” he asked.

“Actually, Baljeet did,”replied Phineas. 

That answers that question, thought Hiro. He had wondered why Phineas had thought to fly Milo’s friends all the way across the country in the first place. He studied the cascading waterfall of computer code and complex math scrolling down the screen.  “Hmmmm,” he said to himself as he examined the waterfall of data scrolling down his screen. “This isn’t bad,” he said, “but it’s a little rough.” Hiro input a string of commands. His computer chimed again and something flashed on his screen. “Yeah, this is a lot better.” He turned to others, who had been watching him work. “Baljeet did a pretty good job,” he sad to Phineas, “but I’ve made a couple of adjustments to his program that will improve the accuracy of his program.”

“By how much?” asked Zack.

“By around 75%,” replied Hiro.

“And what does that mean?” asked Amanda.

“Instead of being able to pinpoint his location to with five miles,” replied Hiro, “we’ll be able to pin down Milo’s location to with ten blocks.”

He pushed a button on his keyboard and brought up a graphic. “Milo acts a bit like an inside out magnet. His negative probability field radiates outward from his DNA and pushes all the negative probability ions in his vicinity away from him-,”

“Skewing everything around Milo toward negative results,” finished Go Go.

“This is going to take awhile to compile,” said Hiro, “so we may as well go get something to eat.”


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