"They're getting closer dude, we need to move!" Jordan warns me.
"We have to destroy this computer first, we cannot leave any evidence behind!" I exclaim.
"We don't have time to zap it, just smash the drive or something!" Jordan suggests.
"I've got a better idea, we'll blow it up!" I respond.
"Are you crazy, they will hear it!" Jordan replies with a concerned tone.
"I've still got some of that black powder left over from the other day, it wont be loud." I explain.
"Ah **** okay hurry up and do it then!"
I coat the insides of the computer in a layer of black powder and light a match.
"Ok grab that laptop and lets go out the back way, we can hide in the old gold mines." I instruct Jordan.
"That a dumb plan, how long can we hide out in abandoned mining tunnels?" Jordan asks.
"We can try hiding in the bush but we're more exposed that way... at least we can go places without being seen if we move through the tunnels." I
"This is ****ing insane! Fine we have to go." with no better ideas Jordan reluctantly agrees.
"We'll figure out our next move once we're safe... don't worry every-"
As I'm trying to comfort Jordan I suddenly notice something moving very fast travel in through my window and the expression on his face changes from
concern to shock. As I see the small dart sticking out of his neck he collapses to the floor and with his last bit of strength sputters out the word
"run". I grab the laptop from Jordan's limp hand, sprint down the hall towards the back door and without thinking I jump onto my dirt bike and ride
into the bush.
"It appears the other suspect has escaped sir, there's no one else on the premises." the agent informs his superior.
"We cannot allow that classified material to be disseminated... I want a team searching every inch of bush in the area, and see if we can pull
anything from this smoking pile of ****" the lead agent orders.
"There are old tunnels all over this area and it will be dark soon, we may have difficulty locating the suspect at this time." the agent responds.
"Son of a *****... we might have to use this other one as bait." the displeased lead agent groans.
In fact I did still have a copy of the files, they were uploaded to my cloud drive right after I got them just in case something like this caused me
to destroy the original copy. If only I could find a wifi hot-spot I could share the images with the public... once the pictures are public they have
less reason to hunt me. "Don't be so naive" I mumble out loud, the sound echoing through the tunnels which are dimly lit by my laptop screen. Damn
only 30 minutes of power left.
Deciding to take action before the battery dies I search the tunnel for small twigs and sticks to light a fire, luckily I still have the matches in my
pocket. I sit there for hours staring at the fire listening to the sound of dripping water as it ever so slowly erodes away the rock... wondering what
is happening back at home, what did they do with Jordan, did those men stay and confront my father, is my life now over forever...
To be continued...
edit on 30/11/2017 by ChaoticOrder because: (no reason given)