mention of Anubis, Daria
began struggling again. ‘No . . . please, let me go.’
‘Wait a minute, what’s this?’
said the one eyed man holding up the paper with the co ordinates
written on it: he’d found it sitting on the kitchen table where Max
had left it after copying the co-ordinates. ‘I can’t believe it,
we’ve got the co ordinates back; I never should have sent those two
layabouts in the first place . . . I wonder what happened to
them.’
‘They’re dead,’ spat Daria, ‘my
friends killed them, and they’ll kill you too.’
The one eyed man laughed,
‘they’re no lose to me.’ Then he punched Daria in the stomach,
winding her badly. ‘That’s for stealing the co-ordinates.’ She
would have fallen to the floor if not for the man holding her
tightly. The one eyed man continued as if nothing had happened.
‘It’s about time we had some luck, maybe we can catch them before
they go through the portal.’ He turned back to Daria. ‘You may see
you friends sooner than you think.’ There was a whirring sound and
a flash of light, but in the split second before they disappeared
Daria saw Gilster move, ‘thank Apollo,’ she thought, ‘he’s still
alive, I just hope Max and Haven return before it’s too late. Then
they were gone.
Max and Haven finished their
lattes, picked up the stolen GPS and headed back to the car. Quite
convinced they had input the co-ordinates correctly, they now knew
in which direction they should be headed.
‘Well, this news should put a
smile on Daria’s face,’ said Haven, ‘she’s been itching to move on,
now we can.’
‘I can’t believe we actually
worked it out,’ laughed Max, ‘with no instruction book and one,
extremely quick lesson, I think we did very well.’
‘I knew you could do it,’ said
Haven, ‘like I said before, beauty and brains.’ Max blushed and
punched him playfully in the arm.
They reached the car and began
the short drive back to the resort, discussing along the way things
they would need to take with them. The GPS had informed them the
place they were seeking was eight hundred miles in a south westerly
direction. Max told Haven the only things in that direction were
mountains; her car would only get them so far so they would
probably have to walk the rest of the way. The clothing Max and
Daria had bought would not be sufficient, they would need to buy
warm and water proof clothing. Haven wondered aloud if Lucas would
be able to help them with that. Max laughed. She had enjoyed their
day together and didn’t want it to end, she felt happy and
contented when she was with Haven, something she hadn’t felt since
her parents had died.
They arrived back at the resort
still laughing; parked the car and walked towards the cabin. The
closer they got the more worried Haven looked.
‘There’s something wrong isn’t
there?’ said Max.
‘Yes,’ said Haven quickening
his pace, ‘something is seriously wrong. I should be getting a
sense of them by now, but I’m getting nothing.’
‘Maybe they went for a walk or
something,’ said Max, ‘we’ve been gone a while, I expect they were
getting bored.’
‘No,’ said Haven reaching the
front door, ‘it feels all wrong.’ He flung the door wide open and
ran in, calling for his friends. It took five seconds to find
Gilster behind the sofa. Pushing it out of the way Haven crouched
down, horrified by the sight of the gaping wound in Gilster’s
shoulder. ‘Gil . . . Gil, talk to me. Are you alright? What
happened?’ Max looked over his shoulder and drew a sharp intake of
breath. Gilster was on the floor surrounded by a pool of his own
blood; she knelt down and immediately felt for a pulse. ‘He’s dead
isn’t he?’ said Haven softly, ‘we’re too late, if only I hadn’t
suggested stopping for a coffee we may have been back in time to
stop this happening.’
‘No, he’s not dead, I can feel
a pulse, but it’s very weak. He’s been shot but luckily the bullet
went straight
began struggling again. ‘No . . . please, let me go.’
‘Wait a minute, what’s this?’
said the one eyed man holding up the paper with the co ordinates
written on it: he’d found it sitting on the kitchen table where Max
had left it after copying the co-ordinates. ‘I can’t believe it,
we’ve got the co ordinates back; I never should have sent those two
layabouts in the first place . . . I wonder what happened to
them.’
‘They’re dead,’ spat Daria, ‘my
friends killed them, and they’ll kill you too.’
The one eyed man laughed,
‘they’re no lose to me.’ Then he punched Daria in the stomach,
winding her badly. ‘That’s for stealing the co-ordinates.’ She
would have fallen to the floor if not for the man holding her
tightly. The one eyed man continued as if nothing had happened.
‘It’s about time we had some luck, maybe we can catch them before
they go through the portal.’ He turned back to Daria. ‘You may see
you friends sooner than you think.’ There was a whirring sound and
a flash of light, but in the split second before they disappeared
Daria saw Gilster move, ‘thank Apollo,’ she thought, ‘he’s still
alive, I just hope Max and Haven return before it’s too late. Then
they were gone.
Max and Haven finished their
lattes, picked up the stolen GPS and headed back to the car. Quite
convinced they had input the co-ordinates correctly, they now knew
in which direction they should be headed.
‘Well, this news should put a
smile on Daria’s face,’ said Haven, ‘she’s been itching to move on,
now we can.’
‘I can’t believe we actually
worked it out,’ laughed Max, ‘with no instruction book and one,
extremely quick lesson, I think we did very well.’
‘I knew you could do it,’ said
Haven, ‘like I said before, beauty and brains.’ Max blushed and
punched him playfully in the arm.
They reached the car and began
the short drive back to the resort, discussing along the way things
they would need to take with them. The GPS had informed them the
place they were seeking was eight hundred miles in a south westerly
direction. Max told Haven the only things in that direction were
mountains; her car would only get them so far so they would
probably have to walk the rest of the way. The clothing Max and
Daria had bought would not be sufficient, they would need to buy
warm and water proof clothing. Haven wondered aloud if Lucas would
be able to help them with that. Max laughed. She had enjoyed their
day together and didn’t want it to end, she felt happy and
contented when she was with Haven, something she hadn’t felt since
her parents had died.
They arrived back at the resort
still laughing; parked the car and walked towards the cabin. The
closer they got the more worried Haven looked.
‘There’s something wrong isn’t
there?’ said Max.
‘Yes,’ said Haven quickening
his pace, ‘something is seriously wrong. I should be getting a
sense of them by now, but I’m getting nothing.’
‘Maybe they went for a walk or
something,’ said Max, ‘we’ve been gone a while, I expect they were
getting bored.’
‘No,’ said Haven reaching the
front door, ‘it feels all wrong.’ He flung the door wide open and
ran in, calling for his friends. It took five seconds to find
Gilster behind the sofa. Pushing it out of the way Haven crouched
down, horrified by the sight of the gaping wound in Gilster’s
shoulder. ‘Gil . . . Gil, talk to me. Are you alright? What
happened?’ Max looked over his shoulder and drew a sharp intake of
breath. Gilster was on the floor surrounded by a pool of his own
blood; she knelt down and immediately felt for a pulse. ‘He’s dead
isn’t he?’ said Haven softly, ‘we’re too late, if only I hadn’t
suggested stopping for a coffee we may have been back in time to
stop this happening.’
‘No, he’s not dead, I can feel
a pulse, but it’s very weak. He’s been shot but luckily the bullet
went straight
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