The Exile: Episode 67

I watched in stunned silence as Blackbeard’s men escorted Isabel out of the room. When they were gone, Achilles walked over and sat down in the chair beside me.

“Still trying to wrap your brain around everything that just happened?” he asked.

“I thought I was done for!” I replied.

Achilles patted me on the back.

“Well that was the idea. Isabel was always good at reading facial cues, so I knew the only way to guarantee she didn’t see through the ruse was for you to believe it. The reaction on your face sold it,” he explained.

“I figured she was just going to stab you,” Blackbeard said matter-of-factly.

At this point, I was completely lost.

“So who’s in charge here? Does Calypso work for you or with you?” I asked.

“Calypso found me right after my divorce,” Achilles said, “but Blackbeard has known her for years.”

“You know who Calypso is?” I asked hopefully.

Blackbeard just nodded.

“Don’t bother asking. He won’t tell anyone,” Achilles explained.

Tired and confused, I let my head hang while I rubbed the back of my neck.

“I’m exhausted,” I mumbled.

“I know what will help,” Achilles said.

With a slight turn of my head, I looked up at him to hear his solution.

“Let’s go get our friends.”

 

 

*          *          *

 

 

Slowly rising from my chair, I turned and followed Achilles and Blackbeard out of the room. We took the elevator down to the basement, and after a dizzying number of turns and doors stopped at a series of cells filled with people I didn’t recognize. Achilles headed toward a large door at the end of the hall, but halfway down, he abruptly stopped and I heard a familiar voice say,

“Thank the gods someone has come. Get me out of this prison!”

“Jeckle!” I said coming up to the cell. “You’re okay.”

“Good to see you too, Wesley,” Jeckle said as he leaned against the bars.

Sitting on the cot behind him were Cazonetti and Lorelei, side by side their arms around each other.

“You all right?” Achilles asked.

“As a matter of fact, no!” Jeckle complained. “Since the threat of death became real, these two can’t keep their hands off each other. Lovestruck teenagers.”

“Where are the guards?” I asked.

“Sent them away,” Blackbeard replied.

“What about that guy Colin Summers who caught us in the first place?” I asked.

Suddenly there was a loud thump against the door at the end of the hall. Achilles grabbed me, pulling me out of the way just as the broken bloodied body of Colin Summers crashed through the door, hit the floor and slid to a stop. His right eye was swollen shut, blood trickled from his mouth, and some of his teeth were missing. Gazing stupidly at the sight, I took a step backward hoping to disappear into the wall.

Next out the door was Michael Minos, The Minotaur. He stomped up to Summers and glared down at the broken form.

Circe’s sultry voice wafted softly behind Minos as she stepped into view.

“Let that be a lesson, Mr. Summers. Should you ever touch one of my girls again, there will be nothing left for your loved ones to bury.”

She looked up at Achilles and said,

“Hello, dear.”

“Ma’am,” Achilles smiled. “I see you brought King Kong with you.”

When Minos growled, Achilles stepped back.

“That’s it?” I asked. “I’m finding it hard to believe that this is really over.”

Achilles slowly turned to face me.

“Well at least no one’s trying to kill you anymore. But . . . it’s not over just yet.”

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