something planned for them they both deserve.”
Ara looked at me and I looked back at her. It was obvious that some if not all of her security force had turned mercenary, siding now with Paxton and Anders; this was going to make our task much more complicated.
I’ve always wondered why sometimes things had to go from bad to worse. I think it must be something like gravity; you drop something and it’s sure to go straight down. Their conversation went on.
“So what do we do with the dissenters to our cause?”
Paxton stood up on the desk. “Keep ‘em in the tank for now. They don’t want any part of us or the money, so they can take part in what I have in store Ara and her new boyfriend.
“And you Eric, have been on the fence about this ever since we started, are you with us or not? Seems to me you fancied little miss princess Ara for a time and what did you get out of it, nothing! She rejected you because you’re below her; just another admirer she could take or leave. She’s found someone else now, and you’re only a piece of history!”
Eric stood up, his expression tense, “Shut-up Paxton! She’s history with me anyway; I’m in with you and Anders.”
“Alright then, you’ll be on the payroll as soon as we take care a business!”
Just then the room began to tremble slightly with that familiar weird whirring sound. As we peered around the corner of the doorway, everyone was moving away from the large center platform.
Anders was back.
CHAPTER
NINE
E ach person had their eyes on the large center compass platform which was beginning to become a blur as the space above it began forming the distinct image of a chair and its passenger. Atoms were turning to molecules and molecules into cells before our eyes; it truly was an astounding though frightening sight observing the shapes of both the chair and a human reforming and becoming visible. Just the thought that I had gone through the same extraordinary process being pulled apart and put back together, suddenly gave me the creeps.
The chair with Anders in it finally solidified on the platform and he sat there for a moment gazing at the security people that had now joined him.
A smile formed on his face as he stood up holding a rather large canvass bag in one hand and a weapon in the other. Standing up he raised the bag high over his head with a prideful look.
“ This is the first step of our goal and very soon we will be in charge of this island!”
“What’s in that bag Anders?” A voice from among them shouted.
“Has anyone here ever read of the Crown Jewels in any of the hundreds of London Times newspapers that Gratten brought us back to the island over the years?”
Ara and I looked at each other acknowledging that what we had earlier surmised was indeed what happened.
Anders reached into the bag and slowly pulled out a solid gold, jewel encrusted crown holding it up in front of everyone. “The crown of King George the Xll.”
“Man, that is the real thing isn’t it?” someone shouted.
“Must be worth millions!” another one cried out.
Anders quickly snapped back, “It’s priceless!” He reached back into the bag and slowly brought out the foremost article of the heist.
“Anyone know the location of the world’s largest cut diamond? It’s right here in my hand, the Star of Africa!”
Everyone gasped and stood closer; as he held it high in the light; it was dazzling in luster.
“Believe me, there are those that would pay a kings ransom for these items and that is just what I’m going to get!”
Paxton walked up to Anders, giving him a hug and turned around shouting out “ Now, who’s with us?”
They all shouted, “We are!”
Anders then warned. “Keep your eyes peeled for Ara and her new boyfriend. When they return, and they will, we want them and the trackers. Whoever delivers them to me will get a little extra bonus I’ve got in this bag. I want guards posted
Ara looked at me and I looked back at her. It was obvious that some if not all of her security force had turned mercenary, siding now with Paxton and Anders; this was going to make our task much more complicated.
I’ve always wondered why sometimes things had to go from bad to worse. I think it must be something like gravity; you drop something and it’s sure to go straight down. Their conversation went on.
“So what do we do with the dissenters to our cause?”
Paxton stood up on the desk. “Keep ‘em in the tank for now. They don’t want any part of us or the money, so they can take part in what I have in store Ara and her new boyfriend.
“And you Eric, have been on the fence about this ever since we started, are you with us or not? Seems to me you fancied little miss princess Ara for a time and what did you get out of it, nothing! She rejected you because you’re below her; just another admirer she could take or leave. She’s found someone else now, and you’re only a piece of history!”
Eric stood up, his expression tense, “Shut-up Paxton! She’s history with me anyway; I’m in with you and Anders.”
“Alright then, you’ll be on the payroll as soon as we take care a business!”
Just then the room began to tremble slightly with that familiar weird whirring sound. As we peered around the corner of the doorway, everyone was moving away from the large center platform.
Anders was back.
CHAPTER
NINE
E ach person had their eyes on the large center compass platform which was beginning to become a blur as the space above it began forming the distinct image of a chair and its passenger. Atoms were turning to molecules and molecules into cells before our eyes; it truly was an astounding though frightening sight observing the shapes of both the chair and a human reforming and becoming visible. Just the thought that I had gone through the same extraordinary process being pulled apart and put back together, suddenly gave me the creeps.
The chair with Anders in it finally solidified on the platform and he sat there for a moment gazing at the security people that had now joined him.
A smile formed on his face as he stood up holding a rather large canvass bag in one hand and a weapon in the other. Standing up he raised the bag high over his head with a prideful look.
“ This is the first step of our goal and very soon we will be in charge of this island!”
“What’s in that bag Anders?” A voice from among them shouted.
“Has anyone here ever read of the Crown Jewels in any of the hundreds of London Times newspapers that Gratten brought us back to the island over the years?”
Ara and I looked at each other acknowledging that what we had earlier surmised was indeed what happened.
Anders reached into the bag and slowly pulled out a solid gold, jewel encrusted crown holding it up in front of everyone. “The crown of King George the Xll.”
“Man, that is the real thing isn’t it?” someone shouted.
“Must be worth millions!” another one cried out.
Anders quickly snapped back, “It’s priceless!” He reached back into the bag and slowly brought out the foremost article of the heist.
“Anyone know the location of the world’s largest cut diamond? It’s right here in my hand, the Star of Africa!”
Everyone gasped and stood closer; as he held it high in the light; it was dazzling in luster.
“Believe me, there are those that would pay a kings ransom for these items and that is just what I’m going to get!”
Paxton walked up to Anders, giving him a hug and turned around shouting out “ Now, who’s with us?”
They all shouted, “We are!”
Anders then warned. “Keep your eyes peeled for Ara and her new boyfriend. When they return, and they will, we want them and the trackers. Whoever delivers them to me will get a little extra bonus I’ve got in this bag. I want guards posted
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