The Bendersons: Kidnapped at K7 HTML version
“Sure, but we have to be careful, monitor the times that the guards are at work and not lea ve
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
“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.