It was a majestic feast. Eventually, I felt fully satiated. I looked over knowingly at Tabitha who was slouched back on her chair with her arms wrapped around her stomach.
“That was good, wasn’t it,” I said sheepishly.
She smiled.
“Yes it was, I’m stuffed.”
For a few minutes, we rested.
“So, what next?” I asked.
“We have to do something for those kids,” she replied shaking her head from side to side.
“Come, we’ll see what other treasures we can find.”
And there were. The next room was the surveillance center where Barabus would have ensured that his little minions were constantly at work. There were screens all over each of its walls showing black and white video images.
They were struggling to lift weights and other tasks that were too difficult for them.
There was a large red circular button in the center of one of the walls. We both looked at each other. Then I pressed it. It set off a familiar siren. It was the calling siren that Barabus had used to summon his workers. It was time to update them about recent developments but I was unsure what way they would take it. Would we be heroes or murderers?
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