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Authors: Roy Macgregor
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got to be a big shot. Has to be.
Olga says that …
That was weird! My pen ran dry, so I dug down in the side pocket of my pack for another one. I knew I had a couple in there. But there was something else. A cell phone!
I couldn’t believe it. I don’t own a phone, even though I keep asking for one for my birthday. And I knew for sure there was nothing there before.
I thought maybe Olga put it there. At first her friendliness seemed fake, but now I think it’s her real personality. In a weird way, she’s a
nice
kidnapper. She knows I get bored, so maybe she was just giving me something to play games on.
I turned it on and it lit up! I figured the battery would be run down.
It took a moment for the screen to come into focus, but when it did, I could not believe what I was staring at: the Screech Owls’ crest!
21
“D ata’s gonna kill me!” Fahd kept whining as the Owls made their way back to the hotel.
“If he doesn’t, I will!” barked Sam, who was trying to get everyone to move as fast as possible. “Stop your whining and let’s get back!”
They worked their way through backstreets and along main thoroughfares – at times losing their way now that they no longer had Data’s phone. Travis was the one who recognized the tall,blue-gray building in the distance and knew the Hotel Astoria was just beyond it.
They burst into the lobby, ran past the hotel reception desk, and took the stairs rather than wait for the slow elevator. They had to get to Jenny’s room, and fast.
Up the stairs they bounded, Sam and Travis in front, Lars and Fahd right behind, then big Nish huffing and puffing, his face the color of the Russians’ tracksuits.
Jenny was reading. She’d been wondering where the others had gone off to, and Sam tried to tell her in as few words as she could: “We know where Sarah is. We need your phone.
Quick!
”
Jenny seemed stunned by the sudden arrival of the excited Owls. “I’m not using my phone over here,” she said, not moving.
“
Get it!
” Sam shouted. “We left Data’s phone for her to find –”
Just then, Data rolled in from the doorway. He’d heard his name.
“You left
what
?” he demanded.
“Your phone,” Travis said.
“Sorry!” Fahd gulped. “I –”
But Data was glaring at Travis, waiting for an explanation.
“We know where Sarah is,” he said quickly. “We were able to slip your phone to her.”
“What’s she gonna do?” asked Data. “Phone the police? You remember what Dmitri’s dad said about the police – you can’t always trust them. Maybe they’re even in on it!”
“I doubt that,” Sam said. “But if she phoned anyone, she would have to talk – and how do we know there isn’t a microphone in the room where they’re keeping her?”
“She can text,” Travis said. “We can work a plan out. No one will know. We know how to get into the place where they’re keeping her – it’s a hockey rink!”
Data seemed skeptical. He turned on Fahd. “You lose my phone, you get me a new one.”
“I will,” said Fahd.
“
Data!
” Sam yelled. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook hard. “It’s
Sarah!
Don’t you understand?”
Instantly, Data seemed to. Sam was so wound up she was crying.
“Jenny, we need that phone,” Data said, putting his hand out.
Data took over. He turned on the phone and looked at the messages.
“Sarah’s found it,” he said. “We have a message.”
“Read it! Read it!” Sam shouted.
“Jenny! It’s me, Sarah,” he read. “You’re the only one with a phone, apart from Data, and I think this is his – but I have no idea how it got here.”
Data’s fingers flew as he texted back. He waited. The phone gave a light
ping
.
Data read: “I am kept in a room to the back of the ‘lab’ – directly opposite the ice surface …”
“I think I know where she means,” said Travis.
“No one has hurt me. A woman, Olga, is trying to be nice to me, and so are the two hockey guys, Sacha
Olga says that …
That was weird! My pen ran dry, so I dug down in the side pocket of my pack for another one. I knew I had a couple in there. But there was something else. A cell phone!
I couldn’t believe it. I don’t own a phone, even though I keep asking for one for my birthday. And I knew for sure there was nothing there before.
I thought maybe Olga put it there. At first her friendliness seemed fake, but now I think it’s her real personality. In a weird way, she’s a
nice
kidnapper. She knows I get bored, so maybe she was just giving me something to play games on.
I turned it on and it lit up! I figured the battery would be run down.
It took a moment for the screen to come into focus, but when it did, I could not believe what I was staring at: the Screech Owls’ crest!
21
“D ata’s gonna kill me!” Fahd kept whining as the Owls made their way back to the hotel.
“If he doesn’t, I will!” barked Sam, who was trying to get everyone to move as fast as possible. “Stop your whining and let’s get back!”
They worked their way through backstreets and along main thoroughfares – at times losing their way now that they no longer had Data’s phone. Travis was the one who recognized the tall,blue-gray building in the distance and knew the Hotel Astoria was just beyond it.
They burst into the lobby, ran past the hotel reception desk, and took the stairs rather than wait for the slow elevator. They had to get to Jenny’s room, and fast.
Up the stairs they bounded, Sam and Travis in front, Lars and Fahd right behind, then big Nish huffing and puffing, his face the color of the Russians’ tracksuits.
Jenny was reading. She’d been wondering where the others had gone off to, and Sam tried to tell her in as few words as she could: “We know where Sarah is. We need your phone.
Quick!
”
Jenny seemed stunned by the sudden arrival of the excited Owls. “I’m not using my phone over here,” she said, not moving.
“
Get it!
” Sam shouted. “We left Data’s phone for her to find –”
Just then, Data rolled in from the doorway. He’d heard his name.
“You left
what
?” he demanded.
“Your phone,” Travis said.
“Sorry!” Fahd gulped. “I –”
But Data was glaring at Travis, waiting for an explanation.
“We know where Sarah is,” he said quickly. “We were able to slip your phone to her.”
“What’s she gonna do?” asked Data. “Phone the police? You remember what Dmitri’s dad said about the police – you can’t always trust them. Maybe they’re even in on it!”
“I doubt that,” Sam said. “But if she phoned anyone, she would have to talk – and how do we know there isn’t a microphone in the room where they’re keeping her?”
“She can text,” Travis said. “We can work a plan out. No one will know. We know how to get into the place where they’re keeping her – it’s a hockey rink!”
Data seemed skeptical. He turned on Fahd. “You lose my phone, you get me a new one.”
“I will,” said Fahd.
“
Data!
” Sam yelled. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook hard. “It’s
Sarah!
Don’t you understand?”
Instantly, Data seemed to. Sam was so wound up she was crying.
“Jenny, we need that phone,” Data said, putting his hand out.
Data took over. He turned on the phone and looked at the messages.
“Sarah’s found it,” he said. “We have a message.”
“Read it! Read it!” Sam shouted.
“Jenny! It’s me, Sarah,” he read. “You’re the only one with a phone, apart from Data, and I think this is his – but I have no idea how it got here.”
Data’s fingers flew as he texted back. He waited. The phone gave a light
ping
.
Data read: “I am kept in a room to the back of the ‘lab’ – directly opposite the ice surface …”
“I think I know where she means,” said Travis.
“No one has hurt me. A woman, Olga, is trying to be nice to me, and so are the two hockey guys, Sacha
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