Chapter Seventeen Continued
‘Come on,’ said Drake, ‘we need to get out of here before he changes his mind.’ Pyro and Willow followed him out of the cave just as a scream pierced the silence. Outside Mr Nansi was pursuing Hermes around the boulder, the magician’s skeletal arms were flapping wildly, his toga falling off both of his shoulders.
‘Get away!’ screeched Hermes, ‘You said you wanted The Wisdom!’
‘There came a big spider,’ laughed Mr Nansi as he slunk around the boulder, ‘who sat down beside him and frightened Hermes away!’
‘You got what you asked for!’
‘Are chu sure about that Hermes? I’ve had a good long time to chew things over.’
Willow, Drake and Pyro jumped back into the cart. Drake thrust The Emerald Key at Willow and then fired the cart up, ramming his foot on the reverse pedal for a second, before slamming it on the emergency brake whilst locking the steering wheel left, so that the cart spun one-hundred and eighty degrees. Then, as he hit the accelerator, the cart shot forwards.
‘Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?’ spluttered Willow, her knuckles turning white as she clung onto the book.
Drake shrugged. ‘You should know, living on the streets you learn things.’ He kept his eyes fixed on the reception of the Waiting Room. The cart was spluttering and making a strange banging sound, large plumes of black smoke spiralling from its rear end as Drake pushed it to its limits.
‘Hold on!’ screamed Drake, as they approached the building.
‘I‘m not good with speed,’ screamed Pyro from the back of the cart.
‘Drake!’ shouted Willow, ‘You’re supposed to slow down when you get close to…buildings!’
The reception doors glided effortlessly open and Drake ploughed on through the reception. ‘Get your head down!’ he screamed at Willow and Pyro, just as the cart was about to hit the glass doors at the front. There was a loud crack on impact and tiny shards of glass were thrown into the air before they tumbled back down to the earth like droplets of rain.
The guard outside jumped sideways, howling an alarm call. He held his modified gun up and began firing red bolts of hot light at the escaping cart.
A shrill alarm began to resonate around the compound.
‘Drake, not a good idea,’ shrieked Willow clutching The Emerald Key even harder.
Drake brushed shards of glass from his coat with his left hand. ‘No, probably not one of my best,’ he said, smiling devilishly, ’but then I think Brimo will probably be angry at us anyway, for taking The Key.’
‘We’re not supposed to take anything from the Waiting Room, remember?’
One, two shots zipped past them, missing them by inches.
Drake glanced over his shoulder; another shot had been fired and it was aiming straight for the back of his neck.
‘Get down!‘ shouted Drake. But it was too late, he felt a white-hot pain stabbing his chest. He looked down, but he could see nothing; no wound, no blood. What the hell?
Before he had time to think, to process what was happening, he felt movement on the back seat. He turned just as Pyro leapt up and twisted around, taking the full impact of the red hot bullet. ‘NO!’ screamed Drake.
‘Pyro!’ screamed Willow.