By Tim Sevenhuysen
Posted June 14, 2012
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Dr. Fester headed straight for the Detention block.
“Whoa!” said Tic. “Don’t go running into an ambush, Doc.”
“No ambush here!” said Dr. Fester, his cackle giving way to a cough.
Jeffries held Dr. Fester back. “Hold on, sir. Let us soldiers do our jobs!”
“Actually, I think we should listen to him,” said Tic. “His ‘predictions’ have proven pretty accurate…”
“Fine,” grumbled Jeffries. “You two take the lead, then. We’ll follow and cover you.”
Dr. Fester doddered through the open security door. Tic swallowed his rising misgivings and followed. He and the old scientist advanced through the prison tunnel, past the still-occupied cells. Tic thought he recognized some of the inmates.
They met no opposition, but at the far end of the tunnel they found the hunchbacked prisonkeeper, lying unconscious on the ground with a big red mark on his forehead.
“Milly’s handiwork,” said Tic. “Overard probably would’ve just shot him.”
The two doors—marked STAIRS and ELEVATOR—were just ahead. Dr. Fester pushed confidently into the Elevator room and summoned the lift. They all piled in. Thankfully this elevator was oversized and managed to fit everyone.
Dr. Fester sent them the only direction this elevator went: down deep, further underground. Before long, the doors slid open, and they emerged into a chamber carved out of solid rock and lit by hanging fluorescent bulbs. A convoluted map was mounted on the wall, and passages split off from the chamber in several directions.
“What now?” asked Jeffries. “They could be anywhere in this mess!”
But Dr. Fester didn’t hesitate: he trundled off down a passageway, cackling and coughing to himself.
“Where are you going, Doc?” called Tic.
“Trap them, trap them!” cackled Fester. “Block them in!”
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