Smoking Power

Chapter 7

I awake to the sound of tropical birds chirping. I groan as I remember what we're supposed to do today. Don't get me wrong, I'm all excited to go on an abnormal adventure, but I also wouldn't mind going home. Living my life the way that I'm used to.

I sigh again when I realise that we don't exactly have a ride. I guess that our manual camouflaging must of been pretty good after all for Gareth to miss it. We'll probably have to ask Gareth to use that telepick of his to transport us back the plane. Actually we'll probably have to give her more fuel to.

That also leads us to another whole heap of problems. Our planes are equipped with a whole heap of stuff that normal planes don't have. Stuff like electric zapping lasers, light enforced beams in the engines and sonic boosts tend to use more fuel than usual. So our team of engineers created another type of fuel, Bubbuel. With no one else using this stuff I don't know how we're going to get more.

Now that I think about it, maybe we shouldn't use the plane. Instead we could ask Gareth for something. Our planes got some pretty good tech as I said before so we wouldn't want Gareth to help himself to some of it while we're away.

I flop back down on my sofa bed. I'm going crazy and paranoid. Gareth may be a little strange but he is still really nice. After all he did save Amber, Declan and my life. When did my life get so crazy?

With that final thought, I manage to somehow scramble out of my bed onto the white, plush carpet. Declan and Amber are no longer in their temporary beds. I grab my phone and check the time. It's eight thirty.

After having a shower and brushing my teeth I wonder out into the corridors. Last night when the little girl came back to collect our plates she pointed to where the bathroom was but failed to mention where we'd be spending breakfast. Come to think of it actually, I still don't know her name.

Another mystery that I'm hoping I won't have to do much to find out. I pass a couple of rooms as I continue my journey for breakfast. I walk over to a huge glossy window at a intersection between corridors. I look kind of high up.

Why didn't Gareth give us a tour of this place, I have no idea. Maybe I could think of someone teleporting me to wherever I go to eat breakfast and they'll somehow hear my thoughts, use the telepick and teleport me to it. Ok it's official I really am crazy.

I pull myself from the amazing view out of the glass window, pick a random direction and head down the corridor. It all looks the same in this place, polished marble floors, creamy, spotless walls with occasional oak door leading off to somewhere. Eventually the corridor opens up to a grand, spiral staircase.

I look behind me one last time. Why couldn't someone just write a note telling me where to go when I woke up or something? Oh well, if I'm not supposed to be here then it seriously isn't my fault.

I cringe when I hear my loud footsteps echo around the walls. How many people died from the Hogmer attack? So far I've only seen Gareth and little nameless girl. I stop to look out another massive window to get some sort of idea where I am, when I hear quiet mumbling in the room next to me.

"I'm serious Gareth. This is reckless. You know just as well as me, who they are." The door to the room is opened a tiny bit. I quietly peak through the small gap to try to see who's talking.

I can only see Gareth, arms crossed, slightly leaning against a black metal chair. Gareth sighs, "I know but this is the only way. It's to late now anyway." He seems aggravated at whoever he's speaking to.

"Gar, you know I'd trust you with my life, but this." The person sighs, "this I'm not sure about. There's a lot of variables and I still think that you might of made a bit of a rash decision. That's all." What are they talking about? Are they talking about us?