tooâCassius!â
âShakespeare,â Torquin said. âFrom Julius Caesar . The âlean and hungry look.ââ
âI canât believe you know that,â Cass said.
âTorquin with Omphalos now, head of Karai,â Torquin barreled on. âOmphalos gave jet to Torquin. Slippyânicejet.â He pointed to the leather bag heâd dropped on the ground. âIn case meet Massa, supposed to use meds . . . injections. Pah! Crowbar easier.â
âSo wait, you were here to get Brother Dimitrios?â Aly asked.
âNo!â Torquin replied. âOrders to get you back. Meds just in case.â
âBack to where?â Cass asked. âWhere is the KI now?â
âCanât tell,â Torquin replied.
âWho is the Omphalos?â
âDonât know,â Torquin said.
I took Torquin aside, far from any potentially listening Massa ears, and explained our whole storyâAlyâs healing, the fused shard, the plan to let the Massa kidnap us. He listened carefully, grunting and frowning as if this were a crash course in advanced calculus.
As he looked over the unconscious Massa, his eyes welled up. âSo Torquin made big mistake . . .â
âTheyâll wake up,â Aly said. âWe can salvage the plan.â
âProfessor Bhegad would be mad at Torquin!â The big man pounded his fist into his palm. âMissing Professor Bhegad. Very very m-m-much . . .â
Cass looked aghast. âYouâre not going to cry, are you? Maybe youâve been reading too much Shakespeare?â
âWe all miss him, Torquin,â Aly said. âBut before you get too upset, letâs figure a way out of this.â
âCome with us,â Cass said.
âHe just drove Dimitrios into the dust,â Aly said.
Cass shrugged. âMaybe he can stow away? Or follow us with Slippy?â
âWe canât let our plan fall apart,â I said.
âNo. Your lives most important.â Torquin scrunched up his brow, looking at the unconscious Massa. He took a couple of locomotive breaths, like a bull. Closing his eyes, he held the crowbar high over his head. âDo it.â
We looked at each other, baffled. âUh, do what?â I said.
Beads of sweat had formed at the edges of Torquinâs forestlike beard. âBefore Massa wake up,â he said, âyou knock out Torquin.â
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
S LIPPING A WAY
I WASNâT EXACTLY expecting Brother Dimitrios to break out into a Greek dance, but I thought heâd be happy to see Torquin flat out on the ground.
Instead he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, shaking his head in disbelief. âI thought weâd already taken care of that ape.â
If only heâd known how hard it had been to knock out Torquin. The guyâs head was as hard as granite. So I, Jack McKinley, swung the crowbar like a cleanup hitter. With a loud craaack , I whupped him so hard upside the head that he flew through the air like a rag doll. My brave action caused Aly to swoon. She declared at the top of her lungs that Marco was a distant memory. Because of my own awesomeness.
I hope you donât believe that.
Truth was, I couldnât possibly hit Torquin. None of us had the stomach to do the dirty deed. He may have been crude and weird, but heâd been our friend and protector. Sort of. So we finally convinced him to use the meds in his black bag. One of them was a tranquilizer that got the job done in a few seconds. And out he went.
Dimitrios reached inside the minivan. âI suppose I should take care of him permanently,â he grumbled.
âNo!â we all shouted at the same time.
âPlease,â Aly said, âleave him alone and we promise we wonât resist going with you.â
âTorquin is harmless,â I quickly added. âNow that the Karai Institute has been destroyed, heâs just . . . deluded.
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