Warrnambool Wreck (7)

Author: adgray
Word Count: 1390
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Warrnambool Wreck (7)

Part 7

Ah the plot thickens … or does it?
Yes of course it does it’s a mystery it’s supposed to! lol
Now to think of why a seemingly pleasant gent from Britain would be in such demand to create such a furor on a boring Australian country train?
Thinking … Thinking … Thinking …. :o)

Enjoy! :o)

WW p1
WW p6
WW p8 _{(edited 12-12-09)} Sorry I’m hiding the rest … it needs editing anyway …. you’ll have to buy the book! Available soon! watch this space! ◘ ….... _{are you cross eyed yet? lol}
Chookas! =0þ

NB: I have no intent to discriminate or embarrass or harm any person who might recognise themselves in characters I embellished on or who remembered being there at the beginning of the real version of this trip.

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‘Don’t try that again.’ the voice told her
‘I didn’t try that in the first place’ she replied indignantly! ‘But we had to tell the driver not to stop – you wanted the train not to stop right?’

The phone clicked and Lucy smiled a small victorious grin.

Sam was at the gaping hole calling out to the other carriage and Lucy went out to help hold him on the train. She grabbed hold of the open toilet doorway jamb with her left hand and then her right hand grabbed his waist band. He looked back at her momentarily startled then relaxed and turned back to the hole; his hands bracing him against the ripped walls where once the canopy joined the doors. The canopy was completely gone and the door on their carriage too and on the other carriage the door was in against the inner wall.

‘Hello? Hello! Can anyone hear me?’

Finally a young woman came to the end against the windows, close enough for him to see her. Lucy saw her over his shoulder and recognised her as the woman who’d sat beside the footballer.

‘Hey did that guard get through?’
‘What guard?’ she asked back nervously and Sam hung his head.

Lucy didn’t want to take the understanding of what that had meant. The explosion was beginning to rattle her; the idea that someone had actually died was going to eat her up.

‘You have to get the driver NOT to stop.’ He yelled across the noisy void to her. ‘If he stops the train will blow up!’
‘But hasn’t the bomb already gone off?’ she asked timidly.
‘No, that was just a small warning one. When,’ he corrected himself ‘IF the big one goes off you’ll know about it. You have got to tell the driver NOT to stop!’
‘Lass tell the driver Joffa boy, that big Bob Hammond said so.’ The other conductor gently said over their shoulders and the girl nodded her head and fled.

When Lucy thought Sam would come back and they would all go inside safely … he didn’t. The conductor did but he stayed making her stay with him.

‘Slide your hand down the jamb and sit down for me.’
‘What? Why?’ she asked suddenly very scared.

Probably because what she suspected he was about to attempt would be the thing she would no doubt have attempted if she were him. And she wasn’t wrong. He made her do as he directed as he squatted down.

‘This is not good ….. Not a good idea at all Sam …. Very bad idea Sam.’ she warned as he then lay down on his stomach on the remains of the floor. ‘What? No! What are you doing?’

She held him as he leant over the edge of the torn train floor and looked underneath. He wriggled further forward and she feared he’d make her either let him go or let go of the door jamb.

Just then there was the sound of the train horn and then boom gates with the lights from cars flashing as the train sped past. It seemed all the noisier for the closeness and the open train.

‘Sam Please!’ she begged her voice tight with the strain.

He looked for a little longer then put his left hand back to grab her leg and hoist himself back up.
Half way there the train reached the station and blasting its horn flew through it. There was a jolt and Lucy nearly lost him as the toilet door slammed hard against her fingers and he slid suddenly further over the edge.

‘Aaaah NO!!’ Lucy screamed in pure defiance

She let the door jamb go and thrusting her foot against the wrecked edge of the train carriage’s end wall and grabbing Sam’s pants as best she could, pulled him back.

Both of them now sitting on the floor, with their backs to the toilet door, took a moment to just breathe.

‘Next time you want to play train damage inspector, can you let me change first!’ she asked.
He laughed and hugged her

‘How you doing there girl?’
‘Don’t ask and you shan’t be blasted.’ she replied. ‘What did that little gymnastic episode achieve other than the fact that you can trust me now?’
‘Never doubted I could trust you.’ he replied. ‘But I now know what we’re up against.’
‘Are you going to rattle off a recipe of high powered ultra voltage ultra new tech explosive ingredients and their “oh so cute” detonator mates?’
‘Would you understand it if I did?’
‘Nope, just the numbers. Is there numbers?’
‘Yep.’
‘And what do the numbers say Sam?’
‘We’re safe for now.’
‘We’re safe for now.’ she repeated in the same calm tone he used as he pulled her to her feet with him. ‘For now? WHA-!’ she broke off in sheer panic ‘You mean there really is a bo … a bo….’ her voice gave way in sheer fright so she whispered it, insisting she say it. ‘A bomb?’
‘Yes. A very big one, that will make a very big kaboom if we don’t deal with this wisely.’
‘Deal with it … deal with what? Deal with the bomb, deal with the blackmailers, deal with the carriage? What are you planning to deal with?’

He stopped her in her mounting panic with a small kiss on her nose and then smiled down at her frozen shock.

‘Lucy I promise you; as soon as I figure out what we’ll do, you’ll be the first to know.’
‘I don’t want to know!’ she squealed. ‘I don’t like this game any more, I don’t like it one little bit! I don’t like it Sam my man, I don’t like green eggs and ham!’

He grinned and paused in pushing her back into the carriage.

‘I don’t like it either Lucy loo but I have to deal with this, after all I kind of brought it aboard.’
‘No you didn’t. You just sat down and did a sudoku puzzle!’

He smiled ‘Forgive me for putting you in danger? I thought I would …’ he broke off not wanting to continue and before she could press him there was a call from the other carriage.

‘Hey! Hey you!’
They turned to see the woman was back with a female conductor and the Jillaroo trying to look very important.
‘Can you ask Bob to come tell me what’s going on?’ the female conductor asked her eyes still taking in the damage.
‘And Bob is?’ Sam asked
‘The conductor that sent the message’ she told them.

Lucy opened the door and beckoned the conductor standing half way down the carriage with the remaining terrified passengers.
‘Hey are we gonna die?’ one of the youth called
‘Pipe down you pipsqueak! They’re doing the best they can.’ the young mother told him.

Bob walked up to join them in the lobby, his eyes looking down at the offensive back packs as he came through the door.

‘Bob what’s going on?’ the woman called urgently
‘Stay there Jan!’ he told her as she went to cross the connection.
‘I can clear this.’
‘You do and we’ll all blow up.’ Sam told her firmly

She froze and looked at him then back to Bob
‘What is going on?’ she asked more pointedly
‘We are being hijacked or something. There is a bomb.’ Bob said and looked at the back packs, not knowing a more sinister package was attached to the undercarriage under their feet.

‘The bombers have been in contact. They have given explicit instructions. No one is to leave the car, the train is not to stop and the bomb is not to be tampered with.’ Lucy explained.
‘Did they say why?’
‘They want me.’ Sam told them quietly, ...
... his eyes never leaving the face of the Jillaroo

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