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The Tube Prison
Phillip Dahl stayed in his bed, in the dark, until he was absolutely sure his parents had gone to bed, too. Then, without a sound, he got up. He didn't turn on any lights, but went to the window from where he could see the front area and entrance of the compound they had been living on for the last six months. It was 2.00 AM, but the place was as busy as on midday. There was fierce lighting, all kind of noise could be heard (which was a good thing, he thought to himself). Vans went of and on, the three gates opening and closing almost continuously. He could see at least fifty men personnel on the ground.
He, his parents and Alicia,his older sister had been living on five different locations in the last two years. This was due to his fathers occupation. Joseph Dahl was a scientist, who worked for the military, a job that took him and his family all over the world. Right now, he was the director of a high facility, experimental prison, located at the back of the compound.
Phillip left his room, softly closing the door behind him. Much to his satisfaction, the outside noise was still very much audible in the house. That would give him some cover. Already filled with excitement and arousal, he made his way downstairs.Passing through the dark living room and the kitchen, he went even further down, to the basement. He opened the door and went to the back wall, to the big heavy steel door that gave access to the corridor which led to the prison.
The Three Rings gadget
"So how does it work?", Mrs. Dunham asked, suspiciously examining the small pile of leather and metal her husband had dumped on the table in front of her. Parts of it seemed familiar enough: the wrist cuffs, and that larger one looked like it could be a collar of some sort. But then again there was this other triangular piece, and those three large rings... Mr. Dunham chuckled. "Why don't I show you?"
The Full Drill
After he had locked and bolted the heavy door, Bill Dickson hurried back to the control room, which was situated three floors up. He ran as fast as his fat belly would allow him, and although the stairs were killing him, he crushed all his previous personal records. He flung the door open and fell back in his chair, letting his chubby fingers dance over the control panels with a speed that belied their appearance. All the while, his whole body was trembling with excitement and anticipation. He just couldn't believe his luck! Lights flickered, and one by one, the monitors came alive. Meanwhile, he jammed a memory stick in the computer. Then he rolled his chair back to the monitor desk and started zapping. Cell block 3A, number 5... number 6... NUMBER 7! And THERE she was!
Adventures of the Amazon Army
DAGGER GETS CAUGHT
Chapter one
The figure was standing some eight yards away, in a very dark corner of the old, run down factory hall. For someone with normal eyes, it would have been invisible, but not for Dagger. With her hawk vision she clearly saw a dark grey body outlining itself against a pitch black background. She raised her bow, three arrows poised at the figure, and calmly demanded: "Step forward or be put down. Your choice."
No movement, but the other responded in a strange way: "Twelve years..."
It was an old voice, soft, high and a bit hoarse, with a slight accent. Dagger felt a chill running down her spine, and she trembled. "Last chance! Come over here now!" "Eight years..."
All of a sudden her arrows were released, vastly off target. She had not meant to shoot: she simply hadn't been able to hold them anymore. "Six years..." Her bow started to feel like lead, and she had to let it go. At the same time, her thighs started to shudder like mad, and she could feel her knees buckle. She tried to break her fall, but could hardly raise her arms. "Four years..." Dagger hit the floor hard. Catching her breath, she tried to look up.