another one. What’s your phone like?’
Hannah put her hand in her pocket. She knew her phone wouldn’t work; it was models behind Gabby’s. Her hand touched something else. Slowly, she pulled it out. ‘Of course!’ she said. ‘God, I’m stupid.’
‘What, Han?’ Gabby was looking at her anxiously.
‘This ear-piece that you found, Gabby. It isn’t an ordinary one. I took it home and studied it. It’s a type of communication system that tunes in to any frequency you like. We can use it instead of a phone.’ Hannah turned the ear-piece over. ‘Gab, have you got something sharp?’
‘You can thank E.D. for this. I picked them up on the way out of my place.’ Gabby took a paperclip from her pocket and passed it over to Hannah. Deftly, Hannah opened it out and inserted the sharp end into a tiny hole at the rear of the device.
‘Perfect,’ she said. There was a clicking sound and Hannah pulled out a tiny panel.
‘What are you doing?’
‘This is great,’ Hannah said. ‘I’ve got the microphone and speaker on. Now we just need to tune in to someone who’s listening.’ She pressed a button on the panel and a small digital screen lit up with numbers. ‘That’s the frequency.’ She paused it at 778.
They all froze as a tiny voice suddenly filled the room.
‘And I’ll tell you another thing, Carol. At the party last week, you know, over at Barbara’s. That nice boy David was there and you’ll never guess who he was dancing with?’
‘What?’ Gabby started laughing.
‘We’ve picked up someone’s phone conversation,’ Hannah said. ‘But I don’t think they can hear us.’ She tried another number. A light in the corner of the panel glowed a soft green.
‘Does green mean we can talk?’
Hannah put the device to her ear. ‘Hello?’ she said. ‘Is there anyone there?’
She almost died of fright when a voice suddenly answered.
Teagan was on her motorbike, riding in small furious circles around the backyard. She’d worn agroove in the dirt from all the other times she’d ridden here and was trying to cut it as deep as she could. When the voice came over the ear-piece she had in her ear, she almost lost control. She stopped the bike and activated the microphone attached to her helmet. ‘Angus, is that you?’
‘No. We’re friends of Angus’. Who are you?’
‘Teagan Proctor. Have you got Jack’s ear-piece?’
‘So it was his. Yes, we have. And we’re stuck in the tunnel at the cement yard.’
‘The tunnel?’ Teagan paused for so long Hannah thought they’d lost her.
‘Teagan?’
‘I’m coming.’
She revved her bike, sped out the gate and swerved around two rubbish bins, narrowly missing her brother Jack as she went into the lane.
‘Teagan, where the hell do you think you’re going?’ Alan Proctor was in the shop’s yard. ‘Jack, get the hell after her. Stop her from doing anything stupid. If she comes off that bike, she might hurt herself again. She isn’t meant to go anywhere without me watching her.’
It only took Jack a moment to get his own helmet on and soon he was in the laneway too, speeding after his sister.
Mr Proctor watched him go, a worried expression on his face.
‘What can you see?’ Angus whispered. E.D. was standing by the window, holding aside a torn and shredded curtain. Angus was huddled down near an old desk.
‘Trouble with a big T,’ E.D. groaned, looking around for an escape. ‘Let’s go.’ He darted for the door, Angus close on his heels. The boys entered a narrow corridor, with openings on either side. E.D. sprinted down its length, coming to another entrance at the end of the passage. He tried the handle.
‘Locked,’ he gasped, turning.
Suddenly the door behind him crashed open and a huge black motorbike appeared in its frame, the engine throbbing menacingly. The rider cranked the accelerator and sped through the gap. E.D. and Angus hurled themselves to one side as the bike sped past them, its back wheel just
Hannah put her hand in her pocket. She knew her phone wouldn’t work; it was models behind Gabby’s. Her hand touched something else. Slowly, she pulled it out. ‘Of course!’ she said. ‘God, I’m stupid.’
‘What, Han?’ Gabby was looking at her anxiously.
‘This ear-piece that you found, Gabby. It isn’t an ordinary one. I took it home and studied it. It’s a type of communication system that tunes in to any frequency you like. We can use it instead of a phone.’ Hannah turned the ear-piece over. ‘Gab, have you got something sharp?’
‘You can thank E.D. for this. I picked them up on the way out of my place.’ Gabby took a paperclip from her pocket and passed it over to Hannah. Deftly, Hannah opened it out and inserted the sharp end into a tiny hole at the rear of the device.
‘Perfect,’ she said. There was a clicking sound and Hannah pulled out a tiny panel.
‘What are you doing?’
‘This is great,’ Hannah said. ‘I’ve got the microphone and speaker on. Now we just need to tune in to someone who’s listening.’ She pressed a button on the panel and a small digital screen lit up with numbers. ‘That’s the frequency.’ She paused it at 778.
They all froze as a tiny voice suddenly filled the room.
‘And I’ll tell you another thing, Carol. At the party last week, you know, over at Barbara’s. That nice boy David was there and you’ll never guess who he was dancing with?’
‘What?’ Gabby started laughing.
‘We’ve picked up someone’s phone conversation,’ Hannah said. ‘But I don’t think they can hear us.’ She tried another number. A light in the corner of the panel glowed a soft green.
‘Does green mean we can talk?’
Hannah put the device to her ear. ‘Hello?’ she said. ‘Is there anyone there?’
She almost died of fright when a voice suddenly answered.
Teagan was on her motorbike, riding in small furious circles around the backyard. She’d worn agroove in the dirt from all the other times she’d ridden here and was trying to cut it as deep as she could. When the voice came over the ear-piece she had in her ear, she almost lost control. She stopped the bike and activated the microphone attached to her helmet. ‘Angus, is that you?’
‘No. We’re friends of Angus’. Who are you?’
‘Teagan Proctor. Have you got Jack’s ear-piece?’
‘So it was his. Yes, we have. And we’re stuck in the tunnel at the cement yard.’
‘The tunnel?’ Teagan paused for so long Hannah thought they’d lost her.
‘Teagan?’
‘I’m coming.’
She revved her bike, sped out the gate and swerved around two rubbish bins, narrowly missing her brother Jack as she went into the lane.
‘Teagan, where the hell do you think you’re going?’ Alan Proctor was in the shop’s yard. ‘Jack, get the hell after her. Stop her from doing anything stupid. If she comes off that bike, she might hurt herself again. She isn’t meant to go anywhere without me watching her.’
It only took Jack a moment to get his own helmet on and soon he was in the laneway too, speeding after his sister.
Mr Proctor watched him go, a worried expression on his face.
‘What can you see?’ Angus whispered. E.D. was standing by the window, holding aside a torn and shredded curtain. Angus was huddled down near an old desk.
‘Trouble with a big T,’ E.D. groaned, looking around for an escape. ‘Let’s go.’ He darted for the door, Angus close on his heels. The boys entered a narrow corridor, with openings on either side. E.D. sprinted down its length, coming to another entrance at the end of the passage. He tried the handle.
‘Locked,’ he gasped, turning.
Suddenly the door behind him crashed open and a huge black motorbike appeared in its frame, the engine throbbing menacingly. The rider cranked the accelerator and sped through the gap. E.D. and Angus hurled themselves to one side as the bike sped past them, its back wheel just
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