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Witch Mountain, as well as the movies of the same name, although the books
and the movies differ extensively. Please direct all queries, comments,
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LIFE ON WITCH MOUNTAIN
By Kevin Haynes
CHAPTER 32
It was the next day - less than 24 hours after he was arrested - that Truck was released. He walked out of the jail, followed by Jake, his partner in crime who had been arrested along with him, and by Ken, Dr. Gannon's assistant who had paid their bail. When they got out the door, Truck grabbed Ken's cell phone out of his hand.
"What are you doing?" Ken cried. Truck gave him a dirty look and said, "I'm calling Vic. I've worked my butt off trying to get Malone to him, and I don't want to be stiffed just because he got away."
Ken protested that Dr. Gannon needed his rest, and that he could tell Truck what the doctor wanted, but Truck ignored him. After several rings, a raspy, tired voice answered the phone. "Yes?"
Truck didn't waste any time. "Vic, he got me good. I knew Malone could do stuff with his mind, but I didn't know the kid with him could, too. Now, I still want to get paid, but I don't want to get pushed out of any more windows. So what do we do?"
Dr. Victor Gannon spoke slowly. "First of all, Travis, are you in a secure location? This is a very confidential subject."
Truck looked around. He said, "Yeah, we're fine. There are two guys half a block away, and they're holding up signs that say 'I'm deaf - please help me out.' I don't think they'll pick anything up."
The doctor continued. "Very well. I want you to stake out Tony's art stand again. I believe that he is as determined as I am. He believes he has gotten rid of you, so he won't be watching for you again. Find a different location from which to observe him. When you feel you know his routine, make your move."
"What do you mean, 'make your move'? You want me to just grab him? I've already tried that! C'mon, Vic . give me more to go on than that!"
Dr. Gannon sounded especially menacing as he said, "Ask Ken for the special package."
Truck looked at Ken and said, "You got a special package for me?"
Ken smiled and evil smile and reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out a narrow box, small enough to fit into his hand. Truck reached out, took it, and opened it.
Inside he fond a small bottle with an slightly-brownish liquid and a hypodermic needle. "OK, Vic," Truck said into the phone. "I've got the 'package.' So what do I do with it?"
"Travis," the doctor said, "you are always so quick to ask but slow to think. That is the same medicine I used to subdue Tony when I first met him. It kept him from doing any harm to me. It will work again. Once you know his routine, his movements, you will find a way to sneak up behind him and inject that into his body. It doesn't matter where you do it - arm, neck, back - it will work just as quickly. Then, if anyone is watching, you can say, 'My friend just passed out! Help me get him into my car!' Or something to that effect. Then . you can bring him to me."
Truck chuckled and said, "Oh, I get it! Yeah, Vic . this is a great idea! I'll be in touch." And he disconnected the call. Turning to Jake and Ken, he asked, "Alright, you guys. I need to get an apartment near where Malone's art stand is. Let's go get one, and then we'll start watching for him. I want to get that money!"
The three of them started off down the street, passing the two deaf men who were conversing animatedly in sign language. However, one of the men continued to watch the three as they walked away.
LIFE ON WITCH MOUNTAIN
By Kevin Haynes
CHAPTER 32
It was the next day - less than 24 hours after he was arrested - that Truck was released. He walked out of the jail, followed by Jake, his partner in crime who had been arrested along with him, and by Ken, Dr. Gannon's assistant who had paid their bail. When they got out the door, Truck grabbed Ken's cell phone out of his hand.
"What are you doing?" Ken cried. Truck gave him a dirty look and said, "I'm calling Vic. I've worked my butt off trying to get Malone to him, and I don't want to be stiffed just because he got away."
Ken protested that Dr. Gannon needed his rest, and that he could tell Truck what the doctor wanted, but Truck ignored him. After several rings, a raspy, tired voice answered the phone. "Yes?"
Truck didn't waste any time. "Vic, he got me good. I knew Malone could do stuff with his mind, but I didn't know the kid with him could, too. Now, I still want to get paid, but I don't want to get pushed out of any more windows. So what do we do?"
Dr. Victor Gannon spoke slowly. "First of all, Travis, are you in a secure location? This is a very confidential subject."
Truck looked around. He said, "Yeah, we're fine. There are two guys half a block away, and they're holding up signs that say 'I'm deaf - please help me out.' I don't think they'll pick anything up."
The doctor continued. "Very well. I want you to stake out Tony's art stand again. I believe that he is as determined as I am. He believes he has gotten rid of you, so he won't be watching for you again. Find a different location from which to observe him. When you feel you know his routine, make your move."
"What do you mean, 'make your move'? You want me to just grab him? I've already tried that! C'mon, Vic . give me more to go on than that!"
Dr. Gannon sounded especially menacing as he said, "Ask Ken for the special package."
Truck looked at Ken and said, "You got a special package for me?"
Ken smiled and evil smile and reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out a narrow box, small enough to fit into his hand. Truck reached out, took it, and opened it.
Inside he fond a small bottle with an slightly-brownish liquid and a hypodermic needle. "OK, Vic," Truck said into the phone. "I've got the 'package.' So what do I do with it?"
"Travis," the doctor said, "you are always so quick to ask but slow to think. That is the same medicine I used to subdue Tony when I first met him. It kept him from doing any harm to me. It will work again. Once you know his routine, his movements, you will find a way to sneak up behind him and inject that into his body. It doesn't matter where you do it - arm, neck, back - it will work just as quickly. Then, if anyone is watching, you can say, 'My friend just passed out! Help me get him into my car!' Or something to that effect. Then . you can bring him to me."
Truck chuckled and said, "Oh, I get it! Yeah, Vic . this is a great idea! I'll be in touch." And he disconnected the call. Turning to Jake and Ken, he asked, "Alright, you guys. I need to get an apartment near where Malone's art stand is. Let's go get one, and then we'll start watching for him. I want to get that money!"
The three of them started off down the street, passing the two deaf men who were conversing animatedly in sign language. However, one of the men continued to watch the three as they walked away.