Chapter 5
Meanwhile…
Daniel was stirring.
Not that he could stir that much. His legs, chest and left arm pinned beneath weight of his small library.
In his dive to save his precious cup of coffee (which had ultimately proved fruitless) he had managed in grabbing a handful of caffeine sodden sheets of paper, the extra momentum pulled him forward an partially to safe harbour under his desk – and thus allowed the free movement of his right arm and head.
Consciousness came slowly and thoughts came with no traceable light – so too did muffled sounds of voices from above.
"Er 'Ackon!"
"I'm here!" he shouted. The dust from the old volumes filling his lungs and causing him to cough and sneeze and cough some more over the books that lay on his chest and the coffee stained paper in his hand.
"Dr Jackson.!" said a distant seeming but familiar voice. "Just sit tight we're trying to get you out but the books have pinned the door over. It's going to take a couple of hours."
"Oy," he thought out loud glad that no one could hear his mutterings.
"Daniel, are you alright?"
Now this voice he did recognise – it was Janet.
"This is so embarrassing!" then he said louder, "Yeah just make sure you don't break anything!"
"You've broke something?" she added worried.
"No, no – I said don't break anything! Like my artefacts!" he shouted back.
"Ok!" she called back then muttered, "But rescuing the coffee machine might be a little tough."
She glanced at the sleek burgundy and chrome object that appeared to have half its innards hanging out.
"Poor Daniel." She said even quieter as she watched the fleet of airman begin to dig into the teaming room full of books.
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"I just can't believe Danny would choose work over this!" Proclaimed Jack for what seemed the thousandth time, and shifting uncomfortably in the hard marble seat.
"I can."
"What was that, Major?" he said with a sting in his voice.
"Neither can I," she replied, "But like I said before, sir; we'll find out when we get to Vorash."
"Ok." He said. "Are we there yet?"
"NO!"