11:53am
Private straightened up. His expression had a mixture of hope & fear. Blowhole took a moment to scan the teams’ faces. He smiled. “Well, this morning, I was hoping u all would see me on the roof & come up to “rescue” me. But when Skipper came alone I had to change tactics. I had my helicopter come, we took Skipper down.” He explained it to them in a tone that u would use with a toddler. “If u all want to see Skipper again, u will find me in the volgende 48 hours.”
“But…we don’t know where u are!” Kowalski said. Blowhole slightly chuckled. “That’s the point Kowalski. Find me, find Skipper, I finish u all off.” The team just stared at Blowhole in disbelief. It was Private who finally spoke next. “How do we know he’s even alive!? This could just be another trick!” Blowhole sighed. “I thought you’d never ask.” He hit a button & the screen switched over to a view of Skipper. He was tied up in a chair. His face was bruised & beaten. He had a wound on his forehead that was still bleeding. There was a gunshot wound high on his left shoulder. He was breathing heavily as if he was barely hanging on to life. He spoke slowly, with a breath between each word. “Don’t…listen…to…anything…he’s…saying. Don’t…try…to find…me…” The man that was standing volgende to him slapped him hard across the face. Then the view switched back over to Blowhole. The team just stared in shock & disbelief. “Well, surprise, surprise.” Blowhole said. u now have 47 hours, 58 minutes, & 23 seconden to save your precious Skipper. The clock is ticking boys…” The screen went black.
Private straightened up. His expression had a mixture of hope & fear. Blowhole took a moment to scan the teams’ faces. He smiled. “Well, this morning, I was hoping u all would see me on the roof & come up to “rescue” me. But when Skipper came alone I had to change tactics. I had my helicopter come, we took Skipper down.” He explained it to them in a tone that u would use with a toddler. “If u all want to see Skipper again, u will find me in the volgende 48 hours.”
“But…we don’t know where u are!” Kowalski said. Blowhole slightly chuckled. “That’s the point Kowalski. Find me, find Skipper, I finish u all off.” The team just stared at Blowhole in disbelief. It was Private who finally spoke next. “How do we know he’s even alive!? This could just be another trick!” Blowhole sighed. “I thought you’d never ask.” He hit a button & the screen switched over to a view of Skipper. He was tied up in a chair. His face was bruised & beaten. He had a wound on his forehead that was still bleeding. There was a gunshot wound high on his left shoulder. He was breathing heavily as if he was barely hanging on to life. He spoke slowly, with a breath between each word. “Don’t…listen…to…anything…he’s…saying. Don’t…try…to find…me…” The man that was standing volgende to him slapped him hard across the face. Then the view switched back over to Blowhole. The team just stared in shock & disbelief. “Well, surprise, surprise.” Blowhole said. u now have 47 hours, 58 minutes, & 23 seconden to save your precious Skipper. The clock is ticking boys…” The screen went black.
6:48am
Marlene woke up tied to a chair, gagged. She slowly opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings; she was alone in a room. The room had white walls with a high ceiling, and…Marlene stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes widened. On the uithangbord to her left was a big red stain. She didn't need to ask what it was. She frantically looked around, trying to find way to free herself. There was nothing. She started to panic even meer when she saw cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a whip hanging on the uithangbord a few feet from that on her right. She tried to verplaats her feet, but looked down to see that they were tied to the legs of the chair. What she saw volgende seemed to stop her heart. There were wires connected to the chair, she followed where they led slowly with her eyes. She gasped through the gag, the wires led to a big switch. She knew exactly where she was. She was in a torture chamber.
Marlene woke up tied to a chair, gagged. She slowly opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings; she was alone in a room. The room had white walls with a high ceiling, and…Marlene stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes widened. On the uithangbord to her left was a big red stain. She didn't need to ask what it was. She frantically looked around, trying to find way to free herself. There was nothing. She started to panic even meer when she saw cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a whip hanging on the uithangbord a few feet from that on her right. She tried to verplaats her feet, but looked down to see that they were tied to the legs of the chair. What she saw volgende seemed to stop her heart. There were wires connected to the chair, she followed where they led slowly with her eyes. She gasped through the gag, the wires led to a big switch. She knew exactly where she was. She was in a torture chamber.
12:02pm
Kowalski & Rico were busy discussing how they were going to find Blowhole and Private was listening carefully. Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door. Kowalski went over and answered it & saw Marlene standing at the door. “Oh my GOD!” Kowalski exclaimed. Marlene looked as though she had been tortured. She was bruised, & had a bad cut on her head. Her hair was in tangles & mats & here clothes were ripped. Kowalski caught her as she fell into his arms. Rico & Private went to go help Marlene in. She was limping, sweating, & her breathing was heavy. “What happened to you!?” Private asked as the three of them set her on their leather couch. But Marlene had passed out. “Kowalski! I thought she called u telling u she got home pagina safely!” Private said. “She did! I don’t understand…I…I don’t understand…” Kowalski told them. Rico put a cold wet cloth to Marlene’s head. They couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened to Marlene.
Kowalski & Rico were busy discussing how they were going to find Blowhole and Private was listening carefully. Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door. Kowalski went over and answered it & saw Marlene standing at the door. “Oh my GOD!” Kowalski exclaimed. Marlene looked as though she had been tortured. She was bruised, & had a bad cut on her head. Her hair was in tangles & mats & here clothes were ripped. Kowalski caught her as she fell into his arms. Rico & Private went to go help Marlene in. She was limping, sweating, & her breathing was heavy. “What happened to you!?” Private asked as the three of them set her on their leather couch. But Marlene had passed out. “Kowalski! I thought she called u telling u she got home pagina safely!” Private said. “She did! I don’t understand…I…I don’t understand…” Kowalski told them. Rico put a cold wet cloth to Marlene’s head. They couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened to Marlene.