Where it ended last time...
Ingrid gives up her green card to Mr. Gram in order to keep Trevor from resigning and she leaves Hamerton. Class D join hands to find her.
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Some boys watched Trevor from
behind an oak as he shook hands with the visitors. Trevor was saying goodbye to
his guests before they boarded their coach. The boys observed him with a pair
of binoculars while they communicated with other class D members with a cell
phone. One of them, Rickson, lifted his receiver and informed, “They are
leaving. He’s shortly going back inside. Now’s your chance.”
“Thank you Ricky.” Steve
sounded in the speaker.
Across the lane Trevor walked
up the stairs quickly. He wanted to catch up with Ingrid because he had a
feeling that Robert and Steve were keeping something from him. Probably Ingrid
did not take well her demotion. He had to comfort her.
He entered the hallway. And,
as usual aimed for the elevator. As he walked across the building lobby, he
remembered Steve who once said, ‘exercise is good for your health.’ So,
suddenly and not unto the expectations of more other spies in the lobby, he
changed his direction to the staircase.
As he walked to it, he saw a
boy running. He paused at the landing and started dancing awkwardly while
grinning at Trevor.
Trevor broke into a laughter
approaching him. “You should try out for Hamerton’s Got Talent.”
Before the boy replied,
Cheryl appeared from almost nowhere and gripped his hands. “Trevor.”
“Cheryl?”
She led him away from the
landing. “I missed you.”
“Aaw thank you. Have you been
with Ingrid?” he asked
“Yeah. She’s upstairs. Take the
elevator.” She said after bringing him to the elevator door. It opened.
“Well, I was going for the exercise
before your Fred, distracted me.”
“He can be silly at times. Take
the lift, you’ll reach quicker that-”
“Out of ma way-”
The couple paused for a
moment. Nicky just hit them apart rudely and entered the elevator.
“You should at least be more
polite.” Trevor called to her.
Cheryl was silent. She knew
then that Trevor would never take that elevator. Not with Nicky, Irene Stewart
or whatever she called herself. But, instead, he dusted himself and walked into
the metal box.
It closed in front of Cheryl
and she hurriedly took out her phone from her pocket. Every second that passed
was precious. She had to hurry. Now!
The cellphone rang for a few
seconds and Steve received it. “Thank you Cheryl he’s inside, I know.”
“Wait!” she snapped. “Don’t
do anything.”
There was a short pause. “No?
Why? I don’t even have the calculator. It’s with Robert and he must have
already placed the button.”
“Shit.” She cursed.
“Isn’t he inside?”
“He is. With someone else.”
“Who?”
“Nicky.”
Damn…
what happened next? stay tuned to find out.
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