To Murder Or To Be Murdered (3) DRAFT

Chapter 16

Jaz's POV

When the call with dr jones ended we grabbed all the scuba gear, trackers and basic survival needs.

We quickly geared up and then sat down to decide the two groups.

"Alright, so Matt, Vira and Alice, you guys are a group. Create havoc and let us know if anything happens. At three o'clock meet back at the beach. Let's go! Amy and Maddy you guys are with me! Let's go let's go!" I explain and lead the way to the door. We rise up just above the surface to exit the sub. We all jump up and put our pumps in our mouth and our goggles on. We all dive down and swim towards the shore.

When we reach the beach we split off into our groups. Our group has a map drawn by Matt to show us where to go. He knows where to go so he doesn't need a map.

"According to the map, we go up this hill and it's that way." I say examining the map pointing in the direction.

"Shall we go then?" Maddy says. I nod and look at Amy. She shrugs and nods. We stand up and head up the hill.

At the top of the hill we lay down at the edge to not be noticed and look at the camp below. It's horrible. Slaves. It's a slave camp. People are working tiredly and I'm guessing hungrily.

"How should we create havoc?" Maddy asks smiling slightly.

"How about we get closer and then decide?" I suggest. Amy and Maddy nod.

We creep closer and peer inside the camp. It looks like a slavery camp. But I have some ideas...

"Hey Maddy, you said you brought your knives didn't you?" I ask.

"Yeah why?" She asks.

"You didn't happen to bring a slingshot?" I ask ignoring her question.

"Yeah I did but-"

"Can I have them please?" I cut her off. She sighs annoyed but hands me the knives and slingshot.

I put a knife on the sling shot and aim it at a rope holding a huge bag of fish. It's been loaded in from a fishing haul. I let the knife go and I rope snaps. I quickly sling another. The entire haul of fish falls and people rush forward to grab fish. They all smuggle fish into their clothes. They all rush away and return to their work before people come to sort out the problem.

"Have you got paper and a pen?" I ask. Amy hands me them. I scribble down a note and attach it to the knife using a hair tie.

I use the slingshot to sling the knife into a window ledge on a building that seems to have an office. Probably Gary's.

"What did the message say?" Maddy asks. I smile.

"Bring it on, courtesy of the rebels."