The Bendersons: Kidnapped at K7 by Leanne Schroder - HTML preview
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“Okay, in that case, then I will work out a plan with you for the next few weeks to get out,” I said. “Now who is this Walf character, Spike?”
“The Walf is our leader and a mysterious individual who worked at Pizza Hut in the outskirts of Sydney Australia. Now he is called the Walf, not to be confused with the animal called a wolf, Tam, and is now the leader of the Silver Triads, living in that penthouse on top over near where the computer hackers are.”
“OMG,” I said.
“Shhhh, Tam let me continue,” said Spike. “The hideaway of the Silver Triads is inside the mountain, away from prying eyes and away from the claws of the authorities who are at wits end to unlock and bring this organization down. The Walf has hollowed out the mountain so that we can live in here so the Silver Triad organization could operate in secret without any outside influence. The Walf also has several planes and helicopters and everything that the organization could possibly need.”
The Walf organized all this...is he some kind of genius or what,” I asked.
“Yes, you could say that, Tam, as he has computer systems unlike any that you have ever seen before. The systems are so far untraceable to the outside world, so in effect, they could hack to their hearts content without fear of reprisals or being held accountable for their actions,” said Spike. “I think the Walf wants to rule the world and benefit mankind, but while keeping this hideout a secret.”
“Sweet Jesus,” I hissed.
“I know, and food is grown inside the mountain and water is taken from the ice on the mountain...in other words everything you need has been thought of by the Walf.”
“So have you seen the Walf, Spike?”
“Yes, many times when I had to change jobs,” said Spike. “You go up those lifts until you reach the top of the mountain by the rolling escalators. There is rumor that others live in the other mountain and are transported to this mountain via secret tunnels.”
“Oh yes, I remember those tunnels from when I was taken here,” I hissed.
“Shhhhhhhhh, Tam, you were supposed to be asleep,” said Spike.
“I know,” I smiled, looking at Spike.
“Well, what do you reckon, Tam? Are you going to help me get out of this place?”
“Sure, but we have to be careful, monitor the times that the guards are at work and not leave anything to chance, especially as I am slightly handicapped with this broken arm,” I said.
“How about we sit and plan it carefully over the next few weeks or so and take it from there?”
“Okay,” I said.
So, over the next few weeks, Spike and I worked on the power grids and noticed that, quite often, some of the guards were too busy sitting in the lounge to bother with what we were doing...especially on Friday’s when they did not even count or show up.
That night, Spike came over to my quarters just as the food trolley man was coming over. “I thought you were coming after dinner, Spike?”
“No, I hope you don’t mind, but I have ordered my meal to be delivered here. You don’t mind do you, Tam?”
“No,” I said, smiling at him.