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Published:
13 April 2009
Paperback:
206 pages
ISBN:
978-0-9562388-0-1
Price:
£6.99
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From Chapter 6 – Hostage Situation
It was unbearably hot and
stuffy in the classroom. They had been inside for precisely one hour,
without speaking, or doing anything except sitting on the ground. The last
two dinner ladies in the entire country were preparing a meal for the
children.
Fiona
was shaking violently. “I’m too pretty to die, I’m too pretty to die, I’m
too pretty to die,” she kept whispering. Hannah looked at her, disgusted.
She had hoped that Fiona was not one hundred percent airhead, but it looked
like she was.
“I
need to find a way out of here,” Hannah thought. She decided that her best
chance would be to distract the guards long enough so that she and the rest
of the class could escape out of the window. Klikko had left to terrorise
some other form, but she was not sure how long he would be gone. She
herself could not distract the guards by talking to them, as her
instructions had been to not, under any circumstances, make herself known
to the enemy. Electra had already infiltrated Klikko’s inner circle, so she
could feed them information, but Maria Elle had orders to stay away from
Klikko and did more physical assignments such as rewriting codes and
getting information from his Robots.
Maria Elle ran a mental
list in her head of all her gadgets – a miniature penknife, hidden in a
(fake) Unlimited Credit stick (number two on the World’s List Of Impossibly
Difficult to Find and Rare Objects) an anti-gravity bracelet, useful for a
quick getaway, two spikes to insert into her shoes, if she ever needed to
climb a mountain, and a small hand grenade. She decided that the hand
grenade would be the best shot at a distraction, and would kill enough
Robots for her to smuggle at least this class out alive. She wasn’t happy
about leaving the rest to die, but there was nothing she could do save
them. If she killed enough Robots to make a difference, it’d probably be
suicide, she decided. And no stranger’s life was worth more than her own,
she told herself, by way of assuaging her guilt.
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