Your Questions Part 4 and Reverse Q&A!

Hello everyone! 🙂

It’s been a while since I did a Q&A post here (sorry about that). Many of you were intrigued by the idea of a reverse Q&A, where I ask you things I’m curious about. So after tackling a few of your questions, I’ll ask you some of my own!

 

1) Will the Predzels be in any future books?

I’m not sure yet. I haven’t planned to include them, but they may appear in a future story if they could help the main characters.

 

2) Did Sigurd get Gleym back?

Yes, definitely. 🙂 I love the fact that you remembered to ask about her!

 

3) Do we know what happened to Jigson’s parents?

Oh, I can’t wait for you to read Hunting in the Highlands! The answer is yes!

 

4) How much of the Hrein Orka in Iceland Intrigue is based on real science, and how much is fiction?

It’s mainly fiction … but who knows? Maybe there are principles of it that someone has yet to discover 😉

 

5) What is the significance of ‘Twelve Lemons’?

It’s a phrase with quite a personal meaning for Jigson and Detective Mortimer – otherwise it wouldn’t have guaranteed Jigson’s identity in Iceland Intrigue.

Is it part of a big mystery? Or is it something more innocuous? Will they spill the beans in Book 8? … Maybe!

 

6) When you wrote Hunting the Highlands did you plan out the whole book before you started writing?

Yes. I did make a careful plan so that the book would progress with logical structure and so I would know where the story was going – it had the potential to be quite confusing with characters splitting up and traipsing all over Scotland.

But the need to be flexible arose when I reached the end and realized that the climax was not right for the story … so a whole new ending had to be written!

Do you have burning questions for a future post? Send them via the contact page!


Now … here are my questions for you! 🙂

1. Who are your top 2 favourite male characters?

2. Who are your top 2 female characters?

3. Who is your favourite villain? (Miss Verton, Lewis Nickel, Bud Larone, Rolf/escaped convicts, Dainn, Herr Klaus, or someone else?)

4. Which is your favourite title in the series, and why?

5. Should one of the characters be in a relationship/courtship? Who and why? (I’m not promising anything by asking this 😉 I’m genuinely curious! 🙂 )

I look forward to finding out what you think! 🙂

4,577 thoughts on “Your Questions Part 4 and Reverse Q&A!

  1. Because I’m impatient… XD
    ———–
    Cameron stretched in the passenger seat. He hadn’t slept well – again. No surprise there though.

    He glanced subtly at Mortimer driving. No, he didn’t want to engage in conversation – yet it was almost like the old days after Cameron’s mom had died. His father, still fighting grief, had permitted him to train under Mortimer – and Mortimer had become like a father since then.

    Up until a year ago when the events in Spain left them all spinning out of control. Spain had caused the communication lost with Garth, but it had also cost Cameron a friend and mentor. He and Jigson had never reconnected again after that. Cameron sighed. If only Jigson were here now.

    “I was thinking about our last case together.”

    Cameron hissed through his teeth as he stared out his window. “Do we have to discuss that nightmare?”

    “No.” Mortimer sighed. “Where did you and Garth carve your crevasse?”

    “Have you been to Trafalgar Square before?”

    “Once.”

    Cameron folded his arms. “Do you know where Nelson’s Column is?”

    Mortimer nodded.

    “It’s at the base of one of the four lions surrounding the column.”

    “I see.” Mortimer tapped the steering wheel. “Which one?”

    Cameron closed his eyes, recalling the day he and Garth had done the act. “If you walk off the balcony – the one facing the two pools and fountains – it’s the lion on the right.”

    Mortimer spun the wheel, turning them into the parking lot. “We’re here.”
    ———–
    Don’t you love what Google can tell you? 😀

  2. Heather, considering Mortimer didn’t mention Phil’s death in his most recent communication with Abby and Andy (because I was falsely hoping Phil didn’t actually die), in the whole timeline of things, could we assume Phil’s death happened after that conversation?

      • Annie, I think I’ve already told you if you don’t like this community here, that you can leave. We want to keep this atmosphere good and happy. And biblical! Not full of arguments and discouraging comments! We don’t want people coming in and destroying the fun we have here. Thanks!

      • I agree. But I also think that you shouldn’t be around here trying to cause division. It’s not right, and it’s unbiblical. If you keep this up, I’m going to contact C. R. Hedgcock.

      • Annie and Parker,
        I think I speak for everyone when I say it’s hard to watch you two fight.
        Parker, don’t get me wrong. I understand where you’re coming from and what your intent is. I appreciate your motive.
        Annie, please don’t think that I approve of the hurtful comments. HOWEVER, I also see where you’re coming from, in that it hurts to watch characters we’ve grown to love suffer – and die. (The great part is that this is only fanfiction, and I don’t think Miss Hedgcock is going to kill any of the Bakers any time soon.)
        I also understand that some of what I’ve written could lead Annie to infer that characters (and a lot of them) are going to die in this fanfiction. Please know that the triumph of evil ISN’T my intent. I apologize if anything I’ve written has sparked these comments.
        Annie, if you don’t like character deaths, would you like to toss around some ideas we could put in this fanfiction? What conspiracy theories do you have about future Baker Family Adventure books? I’d love to hear your thoughts (and, as said before, they may wind up in what is written later)!
        Please, both of you, all of us, can we call a truce on this matter and agree to comment (and write) only what is edifying to each other and glorifying to God? Can we seek to build each other up and loving correctly if and when necessary?
        Moving forward, why don’t all of us (myself especially included) double check each comment we’re about to post? Why don’t we ask ourselves the following questions before we click the ‘post’ button? What is the tone (and what is the worst way this could be taken)? Will this encourage others or tear them down? How would I feel if someone said this to me? Most importantly, would God say, “Well done, good and faithful servant” if I posted this?
        Let’s all remember that words tend to be taken WORSE online than in person because you don’t know the expression or tone the person intends.
        In Christ,
        Kenleaf

      • Proverbs 17:14-16 reads “The beginning of strife is like releasing water; Therefore stop contention before a quarrel starts.”
        I appreciate all of you very much, and have enjoyed seeing a culture of consideration and encouragement flower among you. Of course, situations come up in life where not everyone agrees; it’s fine to put forward our differing views, so long as we are careful that our words don’t tend toward strife or become personal. I think Kenleaf gives some excellent suggestions of things to consider before posting anything, anywhere. Let’s remember Romans 12:10, “Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another.” One version renders this as “Outdo one another in showing honor.” There has been a lot of this attitude showing in the comments section of the blog, which is wonderful to see. Let’s keep it this way.
        Thank you!

  3. Here’s my next part. Hope you enjoy!
    Cameron and Mortimer got out of the car and headed towards Nelson’s Column, where Cameron immediately knelt down and starting searching for the crevice, he didn’t appear to be concerned about people staring, but Mortimer was. He glanced around and nudged Cameron whenever someone started to look their way. “Mr. Jones!” The voice came from behind them and to the left. Mortimer turned to see who it was.

    A girl with blonde hair was coming towards them and Mortimer nudged Cameron, who quickly got up. “Detective, how are you?” Millie smiled as she shook hands with the detective.

    Mortimer smiled and replied, “I am fine. Cam, this is a friend of mine Millie Drake. What are you doing here?”

    “I’ve been here all day practicing my photography.” She glanced at Cameron, who had resumed his search, and asked, “What is he doing?”

    Mortimer said carefully, “Someone left a note for us, he told us it would be in a crevice underneath Nelson’s Column.”

    Cameron got up with a frustrated look on his face. “Well, I found the crevice but there’s no note.”

    Millie looked tense, “There were some men poking around here earlier, they spent some time right here!

    Mortimer quickly looked at Cameron, who had started to look worried, then looked back at Millie, “Thank you Millie, say hello to your parents for me.”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Millie watched Detective Mortimer and the other man walk away, then she turned and walked toward her car. She reached her car and starting fumbling in her purse for her keys, but just as her hand closed around them, something hit her head, and she fell to the ground.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Mortimer and Cameron were sitting in their hotel room when Mortimer’s cell rang, he checked the caller ID then answered it. “Hello Charles.” “What?!” “But I saw her a couple hours ago in Trafalgar square!” “Her car is still there?” “Alright, bye Charles.” He turned to look at Cameron and said, in a tense voice, “Millie is missing.”

  4. “Look, Cameron, this is something I need to do!” Mortimer cried.
    Cameron looked frustrated, “I don’t have time to look for a lost girl Mortimer! I need to find Garth.”
    “Oh and this girl isn’t important?” Mortimer raged.
    Cameron gave an exasperated sigh, “that’s not what I’m saying. But there are plenty of detectives out there, to deal with this! You need to help me get Garth back.” He bit his lip then added in a low turn, “it was your fault.”
    Mortimer’s face blackened “don’t turn this into a guilt trip now, Cam,”
    Cameron fell silent, “I’m sorry.” He hissed.
    Mortimer ran his hand through his hair. “Cam, Mr. Drake…”
    “yes, yes, I know,” Cameron said impatiently, “you told me”
    “Seems like we are at a dead end then,” Mortimer said quietly, “no note at Nelson’s column.”
    Cameron looked deep in thought, “those men you saw must have taken it. I know Garth.”
    The phone sitting next to Cameron buzzed,
    “Message from Garth.”

  5. This doesn’t have anything to do with current Cts. I just want to know more about Jigson’s parents. And this is before ‘Phil’s Death’.

    ~~~~~~~~

    Jigson turned to Abby and asked “When are you going to show me my memorial? I need a hammer and chisel before we go.”

    Andy got the hammer and chisel for Mr. Jigson, then they set out. Once they got there Abby glanced at Jigson and was surprised to see that there were tears rolling down his cheeks, he quietly said “May I please be alone?” Abby nodded and walked away. Jigson took a deep breath, he had a lot of work to do.

    ~~~~~~~~~

    It wasn’t until after supper that Mr. Jigson returned to the house, and when he did he went straight to the guest bedroom. The next morning Abby went out to the memorial to have her devotions like usual, but there was something different about it. It no longer said: A Dear Friend ~ Safe In The Everlasting Arms, the last part was still the same but the first part……Abby’s eyes suddenly got bleary, something else had been chiseled in above it. It now read:

    Dear Parents &
    A Dear Friend ~ Safe In The Everlasting Arms

    ~~~~~~

    I hope you enjoyed this short piece!

  6. So, this turned out a LITTLE longer than I thought… Yikes!

    ———-

    “Just like old times,” it read.

    Cameron’s lips turned up in a smile. Dead end indeed. He turned to show Mortimer, then hesitated. “Never mind.” He tugged on a jacket. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

    “Cam.” Mortimer stared at him until Cameron paused. “What did Garth say?”

    “It doesn’t matter to you, does it?” Cameron zipped his phone into a pocket. “Go find the Drake girl. I’m sure she’s worth a million dollars for your time. Garth needs me.”

    “You’re not going solo.”

    “So, you expect me to tag along with you? I’m not a kid anymore, Mortimer!”

    Mortimer’s brows folded. “Cam, I need to do the right thing.”

    “And Garth isn’t this ‘right thing’?”

    Silence, then, “I’ll be monitoring you. Don’t argue.” Mortimer handed Cameron a pair of glasses and an earpiece. “You know how to use these.”

    Cameron nodded. He took them. “You won’t even consider the Drake girl could be at the same location as Garth? You don’t have any other leads currently.”

    “What location did Garth give you?”

    “‘Just like old times,’” Cameron recited.

    “Meaning?”

    “Every time we vacationed in London, we rented a home on the outskirts.” Cameron ran a hand through his hair. “That’s my best guess.”

    Mortimer studied him. “Is that all it means?”

    Cameron calmly gazed back into his eyes, but his heart was pounding. If he told Mortimer, Mortimer wouldn’t let him go. “Yes.”

    Mortimer nodded. “Promise me you will stay in contact.”

    Cameron swallowed. “I promise.”

    ———-

    Cameron fiddled with the glasses after having spent an hour of painful maneuvering to get close to the house unnoticed.

    Mortimer’s voice trickled through them. “Status report?”

    Cameron peered around the dumpster into darkness. Now was not the time for the night vision settings to glitch.

    “Great,” he muttered.

    Switching the glasses into silent mode, Cameron edged around the dumpster and scanned the area. Clear – that is, as far as he could see. He sprinted to a cluster of bushes against the iron fence and tucked himself against the bars.

    Light filtered into the yard through the window blinds allowing some sight. The yard was clear.

    Cameron pulled the earpiece from his pocket, activated the sync button, then fitted it in his ear.

    “Cameron!”

    He jerked. “Would you stop it?” he hissed.

    A static sigh cut into his ear. “You’re all right.”

    Cameron clenched his teeth. “And I’d stay that way if you’d quit checking on me every minute. I can’t afford a mistake like last time.” He tapped the glasses. “The night vision setting isn’t working. How do I fix it?”

    “The readings show they’re working fine. Wait a moment. I’m picking up a slight interference.”

    “And that means what?”

    Cameron stiffened as a gun cocked behind him.

    “Come out slowly.”

    Cameron felt for the pistol strapped to his leg as Mortimer’s voice filtered through the earpiece. “Our conversation is being monitored. Abandon position.”

    “Thanks for the heads up,” Cameron muttered.

    He jerked as a shot exploded.

    “I can see your gun. Leave it behind the bush and come out now. I won’t miss a second time.”

    The guy must have night vision and heat scanners. Unfair advantage.

    “Cameron? Status report. Was that a gunshot?”

    Cameron unbuckled the holster and rose from the bush as he whispered, “Yeah, situation’s not good.”

    “Let me see your hands.”

    Cameron lifted them.

    “Now remove the glasses and earpiece.”

    Cameron hesitated as he stared at the shadow of a man.

    “Now! And give them to me.”

    Very slowly, Cameron removed them. As he did though, he flipped his com to silent and turned Mortimer’s to max. They couldn’t hear Mortimer, but Mortimer would be able to hear them. Then he held them out toward the shadow.

    He watched as the gun lowered and the man stepped closer. The hand reached for them – and Cameron struck. He smacked the gun from the man’s hand, then grabbed the arm and flipped the guy over his shoulder.

    A groan rose as the man connected with the ground.

    Cameron pounced for the gun as the man rolled to retrieve it. Something tripped him and he sprawled – but his hand had connected with the gun. He rolled onto a knee only to hear more guns cock behind him. He spun to face them as a light flashed in his eyes. He recoiled, tightening his grip on the gun.

    “Agent Gray, I presume.”

    Cameron flinched. How did this man know about–

    “I’ve been waiting to meet you – so has your father.”

    Barely, Cameron could discern the speaker turning to one of the gun wielders.

    “Clement? Get the gun out of your son’s hand.”

    Cameron swallowed, his gun-hand wavering. His gaze dropped to the unconscious man lying before him. He froze. Garth? No, no! It couldn’t be. Garth had gone undercover again, not–

    The gun fell from Cameron’s hand.

    All the years Mortimer had concealed both of their locations from Cameron’s dad… Wasted.

    “You won’t greet me, Cam?”

    Cameron stared numbly at his dad. “Is this all Mom’s death did? Encouraged you to become a member of the RDC?”

    “Cam, the Agency’s gone. What do you have left?”

    Cameron shook his head.

    “Move him inside.”

    Arms lifted then shoved him forward. His last glance behind him caught his father smashing the glasses and earpiece beneath his foot.

    ———-

    For the second time in Mortimer’s life, he watched as the tracking dot blinked and then disappeared. Mortimer tried to reconnect the unit. Nothing.

    Fear tore at every recess of his mind. He never should have split up with Cameron. It was his fault – again.

    Mortimer grabbed his phone, typing in a number, but froze before he dialed it.

    He was doing just what he told Cameron they couldn’t do, but he had no other opinion. He dialed.

    The phone rang three times before a sleepy voice answered.

    “Jigson,” Mortimer said. “I need help.”

    ———-

    The men guided Cameron through the door and down a hall. A key turned in a lock and he was shoved through another door. A disheveled bed and paper-strewn desk caught his eye as he toppled to the floor.

    His dad entered a moment later followed by two others assisting Garth. After helping Garth to the bed, the two exited and closed the door.

    Cameron’s dad remained.

    Propping himself up on an elbow, Cameron listened as the footsteps moved down the hall. Then he looked at his dad, a grin tugging the corners of his mouth. “So, we’re in?”

    His dad rolled his eyes. “Once we convince them you’ve joined the RDC.” He paused and smiled, his gaze traveling up and down Cameron’s face. “Cam, it’s been too long.”

    “Yeah,” Cameron said. “I know. Cases together are few and far between. And I’m sorry for what I said about Mom out there. I couldn’t…” He swallowed. “I couldn’t think of anything else.”

    “Forgiven.”

    Forgiven? Just like that? For bringing up that hurt?

    Cameron cleared his throat and blinked away the tears forming in his eyes. “But where’s the Drake girl and what’s up with the guys taking Garth’s note?”

    Cameron’s dad frowned. “I’ve yet to hear anything about the Drake girl, but, as for the note…” He tipped his head toward the bed.

    Cameron turned to face Garth, eyes gleaming with tears. “I was worried you wouldn’t be in one piece once I got here.”

    Garth pretended to scowl. “The only bruises I have are from you, Cam. You really overdid it that time.” Then he allowed a grin to slip before crushing Cameron in a hug.

    Cameron smiled as he returned the hug. “Sorry, but, for the record, you should have announced it was you.”

    Garth straightened, then winced. “Anyway, the note wasn’t meant for you to find. It’s a map of London identifying key locations of the RDC. We were supposed to pass it on to them.”

    “And you led Mortimer and I there for what purpose?”

    Cameron’s dad interjected. “For Mortimer to know something was wrong.”

    Cameron clenched his teeth. “I have two problems this: the Drake girl is missing now and you’ve destroyed my communication with Mortimer.”

    Cameron’s dad scowled at Mortimer’s name. “We’ll find the Drake girl. I promise. But do we really need Mortimer? I managed to infiltrate the RDC without him.”

    Cameron sighed. He hated how touchy his dad and Mortimer’s relationship had become. “Yes. We do, but let’s discuss that in a moment. What’s the update? Communication has been few and far between especially since Mortimer discovered you tracking him, Dad.”

    “Tracking you, to be more accurate.”

    “Searching for Garth, to be even more accurate,” Cameron interjected. “You know you needed both of us to root out the last of the RDC.”

    “Should we debate discrepancies or discuss the RDC’s current plans?”

    Cameron glanced at Garth. “Yeah. The RDC’s plans. What’s the Gray trio up against?”

  7. Switching to Mortimer now…

    Mortimer scanned the screen for the quickest and soonest flight to London. He dialed the airport’s number,
    “Hello, how can I help you?”
    “Yes hello, I want to book a last minute flight to London City Airport, within the hour preferably.”
    The voice on the other end sounded surprised, “well, we have one leaving from Newark’s Liberty Airport in two hours but it won’t be cheap.”
    “you bet it won’t” Mortimer muttered under his breath. Then out loud “I’ll take it.”

    As soon as he hung up with the airport he dialed Jigson’s number, “Jigson? You need to get to New Jersey… within an hour.

    sORRY, my bits are super short!

  8. Things to think about…

    I just finished skimming through TTT and realized that Garth said his cousin was the closest family he had. Wondering if, to fit in with our conspiracy theory, something separated Garth and Cameron before that time…

    Also, Garth has people out to get him…

      • I was assuming Heather since Sandrina and I did the last two, but if Sandrina wants to take it, I’m all for it. 🙂 (By the way, it’s really fun writing with you two and off what you come up with. 🙂 ) Also, if anyone else wants to jump in, they’re welcome to!

        I’ve got a few ideas if no one else jumps, but I don’t want steal from anyone else either.

      • Thanks, Kenleaf, its super fun writing with you too, your bits are awesome! I’m loving the ideas you are coming up with. I guess I could do the next one today if I have time, but I might not so anyone else take that slot if I forget!

  9. Okay, I’m not so good with the whole big plot thing, (I’m leaving that to Kenleaf as he seems to have it covered. I’m going to focus on this scene how Cam is feeling.

    Cameron lay in the soft bed, he could hear his fathers and Garth’s heavy breathing nearby.
    He may actually be able to sleep that night. The relief, Garth was alive! His heart sung. His best friend was back.
    His thoughts turned to Mortimer, his only way of contact had been destroyed. Mortimer would probably come after him. His father wouldn’t be happy.
    Cameron bit his lip, should he forgive Mortimer for what he had done? His own words came back at him. “Forgiveness just allows people to step all over you again.” Did he really believe that? Cameron wondered. His mind searched for an answer. A sermon came to his mind, it had been a few years ago, he remembered. Mortimer had persuaded him to go to his church with him. What was it the pastor had said?
    “Forgiveness is a gift.”
    A gift. Cameron pondered. His hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out a small new testament, his mother had given it to him. He always kept it with him, though hardly he hardly ever read it. But something compelled him too. He had a great memory. One of the reasons Mortimer had readily agreed to take him on as a mentee all those years ago. That pastor’s sermon, he could remember it was in Mathew. He flicked the pages to the first book. Was it chapter five/ No, he skimmed the chapter, maybe six. Ah, here it was, Mathew 6:14, he remembered the pastor reading it. “If you forgive others the wrongs they have done to you, your Father in heaven will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others, then your Father will not forgive the wrongs you have done.” He stopped at verse fifteen. He shut the book and slipped it back into his pocket. Again, half of him wanted to forgive Mortimer but… he clenched his teeth. He couldn’t.

    Well, I don’t know how good it is but there you have it, folks!

  10. Del Quera’s tracking virus had failed. Sigurd’s machine had failed. Robbed of its main leadership, the RDC was desperate.

    Cameron’s ran a hand through his ruffled hair. He stared at the map with fifty major locations marked. Seriously? Bombs?

    He tapped a finger on the table. Great, now I’m turning into Mortimer, he thought.

    Then he sobered. Something didn’t add up. The bombs the RDC planned to use would wreck significant havoc. If his calculations were correct based on the marked locations, the bombs would blow up major RDC headquarters all over the globe.

    Why…

    He blinked, then shook his head. “No; please, no,” he whispered.

    “What is it?”

    Cameron spun to face the figure advancing with bold strides. “Garth, you can contact Mortimer, right?”

    Garth hesitated, a frown playing on his lips. “I ‘borrowed’ the blocking device, Cam. It’s too dangerous to keep something like that on me.”

    “Can we get it again?”

    “It’s almost a cinch to sneak into the office. When do you want it?”

    “Right now.” Cameron hesitated, then tapped the map. “Wait a minute, Garth. This is a duplicate of the one you put at Nelson’s column, right?”

    Garth nodded, his brows pinched. “Yeah.”

    “Who gave it to you?”

    “One of the top guys. Fletch, I think. He said it was a token for proving my loyalty to the RDC after dropping the other one off at Nelson’s column.”

    “Like fletching which guides an arrow? Weird,” Cameron shook his head. “Anyway, I want to send this to Mortimer.” The last word trailed off Cameron’s lips. He grabbed Garth’s arm. “Despite what you think, we were supposed to find that map.”

    “Why?”

    “Garth, why would they give you a map with their top secret plans knowing that the new arrival who hasn’t proved his loyalty – me – to see? Their plan to get this map into Mortimer’s hands failed because, I don’t know, there must have been miscommunication at Nelson’s column. They know you’ve contacted Mortimer, and they’re counting on us to contact him again to give him this information.”

    Garth froze, then shook his head. “They couldn’t have thought it that far. And how would they have known you’d be at Nelson’s column? That you’d come here?”

    “And getting into the office was a cinch? All this tells me something’s up.”

    Garth nodded slowly. “Assuming you’re right – I’m not saying you aren’t – what good will it do the RDC to have their plans foiled?”

    “Did you read through the notes on here?” Cameron slid the map so Garth could see. “Each place where the bombs are stored has top security. Don’t you see what that means? Since no date is given for the placement and detonation, governments will send their agents to steal or disable the bombs.”

    “Fletch couldn’t have thought that far.”

    “As Jigson says, ‘Never underestimate an opponent’s strength.’” Cameron squeezed Garth’s arm. “If I’m right, they’ll never set the bombs off. They’re only meant to draw agents in – and those agents will never come back out. Neither will you, Dad, or I once this plan is set into motion. Garth, believe me, they know you’re in contact with Mortimer.” Cameron clenched his teeth. “They knew Dad’s relation to us. That’s why it was easy for him to ‘infiltrate’ the RDC. They gained his trust while he was trying to gain theirs – and they used him to find us.”

    Garth smiled weakly. “They haven’t counted on Jigson being retired now.”

    Cameron’s shoulders drooped, and he shook his head. “Yes, they have. They kidnapped Millie.”

  11. “Let bitterness take root in your heart and grow really bad fruit” (Hebrews).
    Anyone else think that’s sort of what Cameron’s doing?

  12. I know that people were getting mad at me for PD. XD So I did good news.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Abby came into the house after feeding the horses, and was summoned to the living room by her mother. She walked into the living room and saw that Andy and Tom were sitting on the couch, evidently waiting for something.

    “There you are Abby, I have something to tell all of you.” Mrs. Baker cleared her throat and then continued, “Millie has been kidnapped.”

    “What??!!”

    “How?” Abby asked after the boys had exclaimed.

    “She was at Trafalgar Square in London, doing research I think, but her car is still there and she isn’t answering her phone.”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Abby was in the garden when she felt her locket buzzing, she quickly opened it and looked at the screen.

    HELLO IS ANYONE THERE?

    Abby frowned, then tapped the button. WHO IS THIS?

    MD.

    Abby frowned again, was the Detective trying to contact them and the devices were messing up? DETECTIVE?

    NO. MIL.

    Abby’s eyebrows shot up. MILLIE?

    YES. WHO IS THIS?

    ABBY. HOW ARE YOU CLG?

    DM GAVE DEVICE TO ME IN SCOTLAND. I PUT IT IN MY LOCKET.

    WHERE ARE YOU?

    I DON’T KNOW. WHAT DAY IS IT?

    THURS. I AM GOING TO TELL DM I HAVE CONTACT.

    Abby ran inside to tell Mrs. Baker.

  13. Ok, this is kinda short and rushed…but I wanted to contribute at least once 😉

    Millie closed her locket shakily and gently let it rest on it’s chain. She ran her trembling fingers through her blond hair and let out a ragged sigh. It was comforting to have established contact, and a warm glimmer of hope settled in her mind. But she was still at risk, she’d be a fool to kid herself. Oh, if only Jigson were still alive! She thought. It seemed that every time she was in destress he would step in and save the day. But now he was dead and she didn’t know what to do.

    She looked around the room once more. It was bare, save the chair she was sitting on. And it was dark. The only light she had was her keychain flashlight. But the thing that scared her the most, was the complete lack of an entrance. There was no door and no windows, absolutely no way of getting in or out. Even if she were to somehow make a lock pick, there was not lock to be picked. Any escape knowledge she’d ever learned was completely useless here.

    It seemed like forever since her kidnappers had left—and for all she knew it was. There was no way of telling how much time had passed. Until just a few minute earlier—when Abby told her the day—she could only make assumptions about the time.

    Faintly, her locket began to buzz again. CLG MIL

    Her heart beat a little faster. DM?

    NO.

    Huh. That was strange. Who was this mysterious person? ABY?

    NO. HAELIX.

    Millie remembered him. Mortimer had introduced them back in Scotland. If Mortimer believed he could be trusted, than she did too. For a time she didn’t know what to say, then the buzzing continued.

    WERE R U?

    IDK. ROOM, BASMNT? She didn’t know quite what to tell him, since she didn’t really know much anyways. Suddenly she did remember another detail. KDNPR SD “WEMBLEY” IS THT A NAME?

    PLACE. WE WLL FND U. WHIG.

    Again, the steady rhythm of morse code stopped and she was left virtually alone once again. WHIG—We Hope In God. It was a useful acronym, one her and her cousins used to give each other hope, and one, she realized, Haelix wouldn’t know. Strange.

  14. Well, heres my part! It is really short though.

    Millie opened her eyes, she felt as if hours had passed by. After a couple of minutes, she felt her locket buzz. CLG MIL

    Millie thought for a minute, who could it be this time? WHO CLG?

    AUNT A. HAELIX AND DM ARE CLOSE BY.

    OH. GOOD TO KNOW THX AUNTIE.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    “Amen” the word slipped past Jigson’s lips as he sat in the seat next to Mortimer.

  15. “Wembley.”

    Cameron jerked his head up as Garth entered the room. “What?”

    Garth pulled out dark thermal gear and threw a pair to Cameron. “The Drake girl. She’s at an RDC location in Wembley.”

    “We’re…leaving? Without dad? Now?”

    “Dad said it was the only way. We still need a bug in the RDC.” Garth strapped a holster to his leg, then tossed one to Cameron.

    “Leaving dad isn’t right, Garth.” Cameron ran a hand through his hair. “The Drake girl-”

    “Is bait. Just like you said.” Garth handed Cameron a handgun. “And it’s wrong to let the innocent suffer. Dad knows the risks. He’s known them all along.” Garth opened the door. “We need to hurry. Time is against us right now.”

    Cameron followed. “You know something else.”

    “Yeah.” Garth sighed. “If we don’t act, the RDC is going to get the first point. I’d much rather the point belonged to us.”

  16. “She’s not here.”

    The words came true and clear through Mortimer’s com. He gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Cam, are you sure?”

    “Sure as day,” Though the speaker’s voice was steady, he could detect the slightest tremor in it. “we’ve checked everywhere.”

    “We’ve nearly torn the place apart Mortimer,” Garth was speaking now, and the radio crackled slightly as it was passed to him by his brother. “I’m telling you, she’s not here.”

    Mortimer’s knuckles were turning white now as he half strangled the steering wheel. “We have no other option boys,” he struggled to keep his voice calm, “keep looking.”

    “Rodger,” came the reply, “Out.” The crackling stopped, and the radio went dead.

    Jigson let out a long shaky sigh and closed his eyes. “What do we do now Mortimer?”

    Mortimer glanced sidelong at his old friend, “I don’t know, Jigson, I just don’t know.” He shook his head, “I was sure she would be there, sure enough to base the whole operation on it. I don’t understand, where could she be?”

    Absently, Jigson fiddled with his gold watch, running his fingers over the intricately designed face. It wasn’t buzzing. Millie wasn’t sending them anymore clues—not that she knew much more than they did.

    **********

    Millie froze as she heard an ominous thunk. Another one preceded it, and with each progressive thump, the sound became louder. She soon realized that it was footsteps *above* her! As they got closer, she could discern the sound of two sets of feet crossing back and forth on the ceiling.

    At first she was afraid the footsteps belonged to her captors. But then, she realized, they already knew she was here, and there was a fare chance that anyone searching for her was probably on the same side as she.

    Decided, she drew in a breath to call for help.

  17. Cameron cocked his head. It sounded like a girl. “You hear that?”

    Garth nodded, then jerked Cameron’s arm. “I also hear a car pulling in the drive.”

    “Should we evacuate and come back later?”

    “No.” Garth tilted his head toward the living room. “We’ll wait in there. Follow my lead.” He paused. “Turn your receiver on silent, but leave it on. Mortimer and Jigson may need a warning.”

    The pair settled opposite each other on the couches and stretched out. Garth started cleaning his gun as the door creaked.

    Voice filtered into the house. Cameron listened. The girl had stopped calling. Smart.

    Garth gave his gun a last polishing stroke, then rose from the couch. Cameron almost choked as he caught sight of the hardness etching his brother’s face.

    The conversation died as Garth strode confidently into view. Cameron followed.

    Four men stood there.

    “Fletch told me you had the girl. Where is she?”

    A tall, thin man stared at them. “He didn’t tell me you were coming.”

    Garth scowled. “You’re wasting my time, Bane. I’m supposed to transport her to headquarters. We received a tip that Jigson’s coming.” Garth smiled. “Fletch didn’t quite trust your ability to handle him.”

    “I haven’t received any such orders. And I’ll remember that insult.”

    Cameron slid to Garth’s shoulder, forcing a menacing look onto his face. He loosed a dry laugh “Fletch is tired of you botching orders.” He lowered his voice. “Like keeping me from giving that map to Mortimer? Now Fletch has to figure out another way to set the plan into motion.”

    “Ha. I’m supposed to take orders from the new kid?”

    Garth frowned, and his voice grew menacing. “Insulting my little brother, Bane? I’ll have you know the only reason you’re able to monitor Mortimer’s movement is because of my brother’s genius.” Garth jabbed a finger into Bane’s chest. “Your techy little brother couldn’t figure that one out.”

    “I don’t care if I’m wasting your time, and I don’t care if your little brother is offended.” Bane slapped Garth’s hand. “We came to pick up some tools.” His eyes shifted to his companions. “For a job.”

    “Oh.” Garth raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Then I suppose you won’t mind Cameron and I accompanying you to ensure it’s done correctly.”

    “We don’t need your help.”

    Cameron smiled. “Oh, did Garth imply that? We know you don’t. It’ll buy time for us while we wait for you to actually fulfill Fletch’s orders.”

    Bane muttered something and turned away.

    “Bane.” Garth folded his arms. “Your job wouldn’t have to do anything with Mortimer, would it?” Garth grinned as Bane faced him with a scowl. “So I thought. In that case, you’ll be grateful for our assistance.”

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