Capturing Ella

Chapter 44 - Joe

Eighteen days later

Both Ella and I crouched down on the island of Lundy, mentally and physically steeling ourselves for the stupid potential suicide mission we were about to endure. We had been on the run from the three terrorists for nearly twenty days now and we were sick of it. It was less than ten days until the bombs were placed on their flights an hundreds of innocent civilians will die just to make a statement about Savant's not having full control of the world. After all, if a family of three could blow up planes without any Savant's noticing them, anyone could do the same if not worse. Maui by the looks of it were doing nothing about it, valuing our lives over those of the innocent. It was too risky for them to intervene, though, as we had warned Michael that there was a few people inside base who was reporting the information on.

We had managed to figure out a way so that I could tag along when Ella used her gift, and we had both projected back to base to find out what type of security they had on the island and were immediately relieve to find they had nothing and kept it minimal. After that, we explored the island thoroughly and devised a plan. Hopefully our plan didn't include killing anyone, but just detaining them.

The plan would go like this; we would rent a dingy from Summerleaze beach in Bude, and the second we were on the boat Ella would project back to base and flag up a spotted report for both of us. This would alert everyone at Maui that we were doing something dangerous and they would prepare the helicopters to come down and pick us up if we needed it. We had parked the car with all of our gear in the beach long stay car park, paying for a few days tickets in advance so Maui had time to come and recover the items so we could (ideally) keep them. From Summerleaze, we would head to Lundy and use one of the beaches to climb up, carrying our trusty dingy with us. We would sit and watch, waiting for one of the younger men of the family to leave the island, taking two of the security guards with him. This was a daily thing, and would leave only four people in the house; the main bad guy – the fat one from Nando's, a thinner looking man and two security guards. The second the young man was docked we would head over there, and we'd go into the warehouse. Ella would go upstairs into the private living station of the two men and cut all communications, lights and others and detain the two men by using her gift to knock them unconscious straight away. I would, in this time, run down to the outhouse and blow it up which would cut off all security systems they may have in place. We would meet back in the warehouse, disable the bombs entirely and throwing them into the ocean and telekinetically moving them straight down the ocean to a small private beach in Bournemouth, where the offices for Maui are based. Hopefully by then, we would be safe enough to contact our brothers by telepathy and get the helicopter to come pick us up and the whole bomb threat would be a distant memory and no one would be injured.

Well, that was the plan.

We had managed to carry out the first part of the plan perfectly, the car park had been paid for and our move on our rented speed boat (dingy were sold out unfortunately) had been flagged up at base. Handily for us, Michael was already in the office even though it was only half eight in the morning and his shifts never started until at least ten. Both Ella and I had the suspicion he was too scared about his little sister to rest but we didn't talk to each other about it. We had got to Lundy safe – albeit soaking – and had managed to take out speed boat (okay, the speed boat wasn't anything fancy – just think of a really good inflatable raft slash boat with a shitty petrel engine on the back up the hill with us. We were now sat poised behind a rock, looking out waiting to see the younger man leave the house for the day.

'I don't want anything to happen to you two,' I whispered to her, my arm around her waist. She frowned slightly, looking over at me.

'Two or too?'