Chapter 60
I spaced out for a while then. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything around me … I was mentally trying and re-trying different methods of getting to the ground.
What brought me to attention was a loud, long cry. It sounded like a glukkon … and he definitely sounded pissed off.
I shrugged. As long as it wasn’t screaming at a slig to shoot me, I wouldn’t let myself be bothered by it.
I looked around and noted that the sun had set, and it was probably around ten o’clock.
Damn! I had meant to get into Tastee Treets that night! And I was still stuck on Vykker’s Labs, waiting for time to run out before Abe and Munch blew the place up.
Hey, wait … what about that screaming glukkon? What could that mean?
I would’ve pondered this longer if the answer hadn’t surfaced in my mind.
[VISION]
Two vykkers stroll down a narrow aisle towards a little operating chair. They are chuckling.
“Can you believe it?” one says, incredulous. “That dumb gluk coughed up three million for a can of smelly eggs!”
“What an idiot!” the other replies. “I hear he’s bankrupt after the ….”
The vykkers reach the operating chair to see a large amount of explosives wired up to it. A timer had just finished ticking down, and the display now reads “Guess Who?”
The two vykkers look at each other, on the brink of tears.
“Hold me,” one whimpers.
“Oh, Irwin …”
They begin sobbing.
[/VISION]
Oh, no.
I spun around, trying to see where the explosion would come from. I only noticed, however, that a blimp was slowly floating away. Two small silhouettes were almost visible on the deck of the blimp. I couldn’t quite tell from such a distance, but they may have been talking about something.
Just then, I heard a muffled bang from somewhere behind me. Probably from inside the ….
The Lab! It was gonna explode!
The shock finally reached the deck I stood on and it rattled violently. I lurched and lost my balance, and fell on my face.
I rolled onto my back and looked up in time to see the roof of the lab erupt from the inside. Flames shot out of the roof and began raining down.
More muffled explosions soon followed, and the deck began to shake even more, and I began to fear for my life.
I push myself up onto my feet and scrambled towards the wall, trying to get out of range of the falling flames.
And then, the floor began to tip upwards.
It wasn’t tipping forward so that I would fall off the deck, but backwards to that the wall I leaned against would soon serve as a floor. That meant that I wouldn’t be crushed by the falling airship.
Instead, I would probably be flung from the top and into the woods, where I would likely break my back and be eaten by the wildlife.
Not a time to panic. I remember thinking, If I don’t keep my head, I’m going die a lot faster.
So I had to relax. At least as much as I could.
Trying to push away the thoughts that my death was coming towards me fast, I pressed myself against the wall and watched the sky tip over me.
It would be a long ride down…
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