Chapter 580:

"Let us go," Flatt bargained. "We will discuss." Fraser smiled.
"No," he said slyly. "You speak from there, if your information doesn't match what I know," he hinted at the steel knife.
We were caught! Bluffing cannot save us now. Fraser asked for truth, facts and actual information, and he will not be deceived by anything false. As we stared at the crazy captive from the roof of the cell, Follett's shoulder touched mine. Let's talk together:
"nothing to say."
A relieved smile left Fraser's lips. His eyes shone red. His whole lunatic face was distorted with anger. An oath swept across his twisted mouth. He pulled the nearest cable to him with a frantic gesture and cut it off with a knife!
Our cells are tilted. Follett and I were thrown into a pile of things on the floor. We suddenly crossed the roof to face Fraser. His crazy eyes stared at us, chilling and manic.
"Talk!" he growled. "Talk-otherwise I'll cut it into thin slices!" He pulled the second cable to him, ready.
I gritted my teeth. Next to me, I can see the muscles of Fulert's jaw working. talk? never!
"Talk!" Fraser yelled. "Talk!" Our silence and white faces were his only answer. A ray of knife flashed in the rosy light. Our cell fell into chaos, trembling, and then caught. Can it be fixed with only two cables? It hangs aside. We are standing on that wall. Through the opening in the roof, we can only see the rosy light and distant stars. How strong is the cable? Can they resist the attraction of magnetism? We can feel the pull now. Feel the pressure of the cables above us. If Fraser cuts the third,
"Talk!" his voice came, hoarse anger. "Speak now! You can't see me." He continued. "But I'm pulling the third cable towards me. I'm raising the knife. Can you speak?"
Follett and I stood on the quaking wall, staring at each other. how much time is required? One second? Thank God for half a minute, it will be soon! Now is the worst case. The waiting for eternity... "I'm cutting it!" Frazier yelled, in his words, the cell swayed, swayed, and rotated like a spinning top. Follett and I were thrown into the pods like pods.
Things suddenly stabilized. Two steel hooks were hooked on the edge of the opening on the roof, and Bryce stared at us through the small hole!
"Quick!" He gasped. "There is no loss of a second. Don't stare! Quickly, I said. I have a ladder here. It is steel and it will hold. Climb up."
We obey. Our heads are spinning, our bodies are bruised and shattered by the vibration. We climbed up the ladder blindly and up the platform. Stand firm again! When the ladder was released and pulled up, it suddenly sounded. The last cable is gone! The cells are shot down to the ground at a certain speed and must be broken down into powder. Follett and I stared at it, at a loss. Bryce's whispers hissed in our ears.
"Listen carefully." He squeezed our shoulders. "I'm not angry. They threw things into me, but I found the medicine in my office and used it immediately. Listen to me now! Our plane is there," he pointed to the platform. "Everything is ready to take off. They think they sent me at dawn. They are ready for a long journey. Go there; go in; if you have any questions, tell them this is an order and they won." "However. No one places orders here except Fraser." Bryce nodded toward the darkness next to the trap door.
"You killed him?" Fowler asked.
"Stunned," Bliss said. "He may come at any time, if he will-"
"Suppose we restrain him and take him on the plane?" I suggested.
Bryce shook his head. "Leave him here. It's safer. Let's go now. Get on the plane and take off-"
"Aren't you waiting for you?" I gasped and said, "You are crazy-"
"I will go. You can pick me up later. There is no time to explain-but you will know. Take off; then turn around and go back. But be careful!" He gave us two thrusts to the plane and we could be on the platform See dim shadows on the top.
We took a step towards it and then turned back. What if there is no Bryce? But he disappeared. Fraser groaned in the shadow of the trap door.
We no longer wait. Hesitation is death. On purpose, as if we were acting on orders, we walked to the plane. As said, it is ready. Obviously he should start right away. We crawled in, our hearts in our throats. The mechanic stepped forward. The propeller roared. But, amid the roar of the propeller, we heard a roar—Fraser, dizzy, hovering on the platform, coming towards us!
˚Take control. The plane glided over the platform and flew into space. But until it rose and stabilized, I realized that our foolish escape from hope was completely stupid. What fools are we! Bryce-Actually, Bryce must be angry! How can we get out? How can we escape the powerful force of electromagnetic rays? The ray from Fraser's work in his laboratory made us cross the desert to reach this floating island of crazy! It will take about a few seconds for Fraser to arrive and open it. No escape-no one!
In despair, I looked back at the platform. For those eyes who don't know its horror, it will be an amazingly beautiful sight. The crimson lights of electromagnetic rays bloom like huge desert flowers on the sand two thousand feet below us. The light shines on the light of the Italian sunset, ready to go in space like a black butterfly, floating on a huge platform bathed in rosy light. It used to be beautiful. It's incredible. That's too bad. I stared fascinated. When will Fraser arrive at the light? When does he open it? I stared at the shadow that I knew was the laboratory building. My eyes are strained because of the distance. When will the glow come? That glory means our death!
Suddenly I couldn't breathe. The light has disappeared! The headlights on the desert floor went out! Darkness, swiftness and comfort envelop us in velvet folds.
"!" I shouted. "Turn off the lights and he released the platform. My God! Look!" My voice stung my throat. My eyes burned with sudden and dizzying emotions. In the starry night, I can see the platform crumbling and rising! It rises straight, leaning and swaying in the breeze. What did Fraser say? If it is released, it will go straight to the stars! It is on its way!
But Bryce! Where is Bryce? Is he on that terrible rising island? I opened my eyes wide in the darkness. Flatt has put the plane up and we are circling. Look back. There is a small white spot under the rising island. parachute! Bryce is safe!
Ten minutes later, we glided along the hard desert and stopped. Bryce ran towards us. Follett and I climbed down from the plane to meet him. We held our hands silently. It was a solemn moment. Next to us, nurturing a great plane, it will take us back to safety, back to the familiar life we ​​know and love. Around us, stretched out the pathless waste of the Great Arabian Desert, and above, somewhere between us and the stars, floating crazy islands.
"They believed I was angry." Bryce said when we got back on the plane. "I looked at Fraser. I watched the group of people. There were about thirty there, and finally I saw where they adjusted those lights. Everything else was easy, except for that moment, I found Fraser kneeling Next to the trap door, cut the cable into thin slices. For a second I thought it was all over."
"You gave it to us on time," I murmured. But you cannot be grateful to an Englishman. They will not support.
"Oh, wow," murmured, the plane wiggled its nose toward the far distance of home. "Well, it's all over, but this is a story that can never be told. The fate of the crazy Fraser will remain a mystery. If we tell them, no one will believe us!"
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