Gwyn, The Story Teller, Presents . . .
Bailin, Reebo, Gaidheil, Jaybee and Jhenti
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*Some of the character names
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The moon was just rising over the W.B. Headquarters
as Lindaru and Bailin waited out of sight. Reebo was on a rooftop
across the street, scouting the number of security guards.
"Lindaru, are you there?" Reebo's voice came over the walkie
talkie in a surge of static. Lindaru made an adjustment in the frequency
"There are guards everywhere! I would suggest
trying to enter from the roof. You can climb up the fire escape,
and Mr. W.B.'s office is on the second floor down."
"All right. Stay on watch, and be prepared
to call for help. We don't know who is in there. Lindaru out."
Lindaru looked up at the tall skyscraper. "Break out the granola
bars, Bailin. We're going to need all our energy for this one!"
"I hate steps," was Bailin's only observation as
they began the trek upwards.
Having worked their way through the granola bars
and four pieces of fruit, they were finally at the top.
"Reebo? Reebo, we're on the roof!" Bailin
spoke into her walkie talkie.
"Good. Recommend we maintain radio silence
from this point on, except for emergency contact."
"Agreed. Wish us luck! Bailin and Lindaru
"Bailin, we have a slight problem. The door
is locked." Lindaru said. Bailin inspected the lock, and shrugged.
"Not a problem." She rummaged around her sack
and came out with a little leather case. She opened it to display
a set of odd tools, selected one, and proceeded to pick the lock quite
"Where did you learn that?" Lindaru asked in surprise.
"I locked my keys in the house so many times that
the locksmith took pity on my check book and taught me how to pick the
lock. This is the same basic bolt. It's easy once you learn
the trick of it. Shall we?"
They proceeded inside the W.B. Headquarters.
"It's much worse than I thought it would be," she
observed. The lights were out, and dark sinister shadows seemed to
leap out at them. "There's such a pervasive sense of evil, I can
almost taste it!"
"Let's get this done as quickly as possible!" Bailin
said, looking around uneasily.
"The directory said that Mr. W.B.'s office is the
eighth door on the right. It should be that one!"
"With the light on?" Bailin asked. Halfway
down the hall, a door stood open, throwing a triangle of light into the
hallway. They approached carefully, and Lindaru cautiously peeked
in. A man sat with his back to them, dressed in a hideous, olive
green pin stripe suit. Lindaru shuddered, and withdrew.
"That has got to be Mr. W.B.!" she said to Bailin.
"I can see the safe behind the desk. It's magnetic, so the device
Garibaldi loaned us should be able to handle it. Do you still have
those Hershey's nuggets?"
"Yes. Do you have a plan?"
"I think so."
Mr. W.B. heard a soft thud, and turned around quickly.
He looked around, but didn't see anyone. In the dim light, he noticed
something glimmering in the door way. Something gold. Suspicious,
but unable to contain his greed, he got up and went to inspect. He
leaned his head out the door to get a closer look . . .
The instant Mr. W.B.'s head appeared out the door,
Bailin and Lindaru each thwacked him soundly on the head with an empty
Frappuccino bottle. He went out cold.
"That was easy!" Lindaru said critically.
"Good idea using the nugget to get his attention.
Suits go for anything gold - even chocolate wrappers," she observed disgustedly.
The pair made quick work of the safe, and removed
the Stories carefully. Lindaru checked through them to be sure they
were intact, and breathed in relief.
"It's all here, and Anla'shok Na had the good sense
to censor out the sensitive information. I don't think we'll come
to any harm because of this."
"Then let's get out of here!"
"Hail the First Disciple, Marcus. Hail the
Defender, Garibaldi . . ."
Lindaru smiled to herself as Gaidheil began reciting
the hails as the first part of the Grand Opening ceremony of the World's
Biggest Booji Temple. At last, the task was completed. She,
Bailin, and Reebo had successfully recovered the Stories of the Last Days,
which would be put in a special room reserved for the ancient scrolls.
Lindaru caught Bailin's eye and the two shared a silent congratulations.
They had won a second battle against the Suits, putting the record at Booji
2, Suits 0. Lindaru had no doubt there would be many more battles
ahead, but they had proved that they could survive.
After the Grand Opening Ceremony, everyone gathered
in the Temple kitchen for coffee and Earl Grey tea with Nabisco snacks.
"All hail The Teacher!" Jaybee proposed, raising
her mug of tea in a toast. "For once again teaching us a valuable
lesson - a lesson of endurance, courage and unity!"
"All Hail the Teacher!" the followers cried.
"All Hail Bailin, the Silent Watcher, and Reebo,
the Builder, for aiding the teacher in rescuing the ancient scrolls from
the Evil W.B. Suits!" Jhenti added.
"Hail the Silent Watcher! Hail the Builder!"
Profoundly embarrassed, Bailin blushed, Reebo was
very busy with her coffee, and Lindaru beamed but tried not to looked too
"Hail all the Followers!" Bailin proposed.
And they partied late into the night.
Is the Temple really safe
from the Suits? How will they strike next? All remains to be
seen . . .