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Chapter 17
As Ray poured hot tea for himself and Jenny, he tried to lighten the mood.
"Tell me how you escaped, Jenny. I'm sure you couldn't have escaped Jordan's orc minions without an interesting tale, at least."
Jenny shook her head. "Being female has its benefits; although, I had once hoped I would never have to resort to them. It was pretty easy to get Jordan to allow me to go to the bathroom to take a bath....going three days without one probably helped to convince him," she smiled weakly. "He wasn't stupid enough to leave me ungaurded, unfortunately. It was kind of unnerving having an orc stand outside my door while I was suppose to be washing. I never did take that bath, though."
"I would rather not go into details on how I lured that nasty thing into the bathroom with me; I did what I had to do. His lack of knowledge of how electricity works was very helpful. All I had to do was cut the cord on the CD player (which Jordan pathetically tried to bribe me with), plug it in, and stick the severed end in the full bathtub. I'm sure that's the first bathtub the orc had ever been in; and the last."
"I'll bet he was shocked," Ray said with a twinkle in his eye.
Jenny smiled faintly. "I wasn't sure the wire would do the job, so I made sure his lungs had a healthy dose of H2O before I left," she stared off into nothing. "That's the first time I've ever killed anything that could fight back."
Ray sighed. "You may have to kill many more, if you expect to escape Jordan with your life."
"It's not important for me to escape," Jenny announced, struggling to her feet. "What's important is that Frodo escapes."
"Frodo? Is he the-"
"The RINGBEARER," Jenny hissed, locking the older man's gaze. "He matters more than any of us; which is why," she started for the door, "I need to go find someone who can help; someone who can stop Jordan."
Ray jumped up and beat her to the door with surprising agility. "Jenny, no. I can't let you go back out there. You will not last 48 hours."
"I told you, Raymond. I don't care!"
"You are no good to Frodo if you're dead."
Jenny returned to the cot and sat down dejectedly. "So what can I do?"
Ray was busy pulling on his tattered black trenchcoat, weather-worn from its early days in London, now centuries away. "You will come with me, Jenny. I think it's time I paid my son a visit."
Chapter 17
As Ray poured hot tea for himself and Jenny, he tried to lighten the mood.
"Tell me how you escaped, Jenny. I'm sure you couldn't have escaped Jordan's orc minions without an interesting tale, at least."
Jenny shook her head. "Being female has its benefits; although, I had once hoped I would never have to resort to them. It was pretty easy to get Jordan to allow me to go to the bathroom to take a bath....going three days without one probably helped to convince him," she smiled weakly. "He wasn't stupid enough to leave me ungaurded, unfortunately. It was kind of unnerving having an orc stand outside my door while I was suppose to be washing. I never did take that bath, though."
"I would rather not go into details on how I lured that nasty thing into the bathroom with me; I did what I had to do. His lack of knowledge of how electricity works was very helpful. All I had to do was cut the cord on the CD player (which Jordan pathetically tried to bribe me with), plug it in, and stick the severed end in the full bathtub. I'm sure that's the first bathtub the orc had ever been in; and the last."
"I'll bet he was shocked," Ray said with a twinkle in his eye.
Jenny smiled faintly. "I wasn't sure the wire would do the job, so I made sure his lungs had a healthy dose of H2O before I left," she stared off into nothing. "That's the first time I've ever killed anything that could fight back."
Ray sighed. "You may have to kill many more, if you expect to escape Jordan with your life."
"It's not important for me to escape," Jenny announced, struggling to her feet. "What's important is that Frodo escapes."
"Frodo? Is he the-"
"The RINGBEARER," Jenny hissed, locking the older man's gaze. "He matters more than any of us; which is why," she started for the door, "I need to go find someone who can help; someone who can stop Jordan."
Ray jumped up and beat her to the door with surprising agility. "Jenny, no. I can't let you go back out there. You will not last 48 hours."
"I told you, Raymond. I don't care!"
"You are no good to Frodo if you're dead."
Jenny returned to the cot and sat down dejectedly. "So what can I do?"
Ray was busy pulling on his tattered black trenchcoat, weather-worn from its early days in London, now centuries away. "You will come with me, Jenny. I think it's time I paid my son a visit."
