Storm and Silence (Storm and Silence 1)

‘And what,’ he asked, his voice as cold as the North Pole, ‘makes you think I am going to let you accompany us?’

‘Oh you probably won’t.’ I shrugged. ‘But I can hire a cab and follow you. It’s as simple as that.’

‘I see.’ For a few moments, Mr Ambrose regarded me in silence. Then: ‘All right. You have won, Mr Linton. You can come.’

I wasn’t sure whether I’d heard correctly.

‘Excuse me?’

‘I said, you can come. I am not fond of repeating myself, Mr Linton.’

My mouth popped open.

‘I… I was expecting you to fight me on this for about a hundred years.’

He shrugged. ‘I know when to yield to superior forces. You have convinced me, Mr Linton. You should be there, you were right from the beginning. I need you.’

‘What?’ Karim demanded. ‘Sahib, you cannot be serious! She cannot-’

‘Silence, Karim!’ Mr Ambrose cut him off. ‘You will speak when I say so, and not before!’

The mountainous man closed his mouth, his eyes burning with anger.

‘As I said,’ Mr Ambrose repeated, ‘You should be there. You have a right to.’

‘Well… thank you. I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense.’ A timid smile broke over my face. At last! He was starting to be sensible. He was starting to accept me! ‘Shall we go, then?’

‘Soon,’ Mr Ambrose said, looking out of the window, his face as immovable as ever. ‘I just need o

ne last thing. I think I’ve forgotten to take one of the ground plans I need. It’s on the desk in my office. Would you get it for me, please?’

‘Of course, Sir.’ Quickly, I ran past him and into his office. If he was going to take me along, I would do anything! In my mind, I was already picturing the sinister silhouette of the villain’s lair. My first ever real villain’s lair! My first adventure!

I had thought that the visit to the polling station was my first adventure, but compared to this, it was nothing! I would be entering a new world. A world of mystery, money, power and strife that most people didn’t even catch a glimpse of. I was so excited, that I almost didn’t catch the click behind me.

Almost.

I whirled around, just in time to see the door to the office close.

*~*~**~*~*

Would it surprise anybody to hear that there was no ground plan on the desk in Mr Ambrose’s office? No? I didn’t think so.

‘Let me out! Let me out, curse you!’ My hand already hurt from hammering against the door. It was useless. The door was firmly locked, just as was the connecting door to my own office. He must have directed Karim to lock it while he was doing the same with the other, damn him!

‘Let me out, or I will break this door down!’

‘Don’t excite yourself, Mr Linton,’ came a cool voice from the other side of the door. ‘The door is oak, reinforced with steel. It won’t break. And don't bother calling for help, either. Nobody is here, and even when the other employees arrive, it won’t be any use to call out. I sent Mr Stone to Newcastle on a matter of business, the hallway will be empty. Everybody else will be out of hearing range. This building has thick walls.’

I heard him turning away from the door.

‘Come, Karim. We still have to collect the necessary supplies and scout the area one final time before the operation can begin.’

‘Yes, Sahib.’ Karim’s voice dripped self-satisfaction. I wanted to pull his beard out hair by hair and throttle him, and then bash in his employer’s head. Unfortunately, the door was in the way.

‘Mr Ambrose! Let me out!’

In answer, I heard only silence. Silence, and the sound of footsteps retreating down the hallway. Then those were gone, too.