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The Secret Adventurer's Club (Part 4)

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Once he knew that he had everyone’s attention, Worms dropped to the floor and assumed the shape of the outline while doing his best impression of a long, drawn out death rattle.

He got the expected laugh from his friends but Finny wasn’t getting the humour. Something tiny at the back of her mind was telling her this wasn’t, she struggled for the word. Good? Right? Respectful? Then she found it. Normal, this wasn’t normal. The laughter died on her lips even though the others still continued as all three of them watched Worms squirming and twitching in the dried up pool of the dead person’s blood.

Finny had formed a vague idea about what to do about her friend’s odd behaviour after that very unsettling dream she had had at Kidsmass. Now she decided that it was high time she actually did something about it. For now, though, time to put an end to Worms’ fun before he collected enough dirt and dried blood to warrant an enforced scrubbing from the staff when they got back.

“Awright. C’mon,” she said hauling Worms to his feet. “Let’s see what we can find before someone else takes it all.”

They immediately set about turning over the office. Opening drawers and even looking behind pictures in the hope of finding another safe. Which reminded Finny of the open safe she had spotted.

The embossed plate on the front of the door read: ‘Wilson Safe Company Est 1905’. That didn’t mean much to Finny, although she had been searching the bookshop and even the book repository for books on safes and safe cracking. She could tell, however, that this safe hadn’t been forced open. She looked inside. There were no shelves in the small safe and the bottom was, like the floor outside, covered in plaster dust. That, she deduced, meant the safe had been opened before all the smashing up was done.

Finny drew a face on the dusty metal floor. She added braids and then put her name under it. When she went to underline her name she detected a slight movement and her breath caught in her throat. Either she had just activated a booby trap or the safe had a false bottom, maybe even both.

“Guy’s?” She tried to keep a smile in her voice. The three boys responded to their leader’s voice and stopped what they were doing. Finny turned her head, making the smile reach her face. “Hey. I think this office has been done. Maybe there’s some booze left in the bar.” The boys’ eyes lit up. Alcohol was a major trading find. It would be fair to say that what followed Finny’s words was a race to get from the office to the bar. Finny didn’t care who won, she was just glad they had gone.

She took a breath and then slowly shifted to the side while keeping her finger firmly pressed down on the floor of the safe. Only when she was as sure as she could be that as much of her body as possible was shielded from any blast did she close her eyes and snatch her hand away.

Nothing happened. No booby trap then. But that only left the possibility of a false bottom. Finny lost no time investigating because the boys might come back to see why she hadn’t come. Still being cautious, she examined the base plate. Sure enough, the bottom of the safe was a loose sheet of painted aluminium about half a centimetre thick. Finny carefully pivoted it upwards. Then frowned in disappointment as no space was revealed underneath. She was just about to let it drop back when she thought to look at the bottom of the plate itself. Sure enough, something round and shiny seemed to be recessed into the bottom side of the aluminium. She prised it free so that it fell into her hand and then she let the false bottom fall back.

She looked at the thing in her hand. It was like a large metal chip but only had markings on one side. The other side being smooth. Not trusting the others not to suddenly return, Finny thrust the thing into her pocket and went to find them.


Hyle Troy's picture

(( interesting... 

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

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