Week 11.3 – The Plan, Revealed

Sorry again for this week’s late updates…

Previously: Twain has promised to finally reveal his plan to help Digger save the hostage and bring the Cobalt Czar to justice. And now…

When Digger woke the next morning, Twain was gone. His first reaction was anger. Twain had obviously lied to him to get him to go along with his robbery scheme, then took off with the loot, as usual.

Except that the cup was still sitting on the dresser next to the bolted-down TV.

Digger’s second reaction was anger. Twain had obviously taken off and left Digger with the loot from the museum robbery, which was clearly not as special he had been led to believe, while Twain had absconded with the real treasure, Caveat’s crystal.

Except that Digger could see the blue glow still emanating from his pants pocket where he had put the crystal last night.

Which was slightly less bad, but still… Digger had been left holding the bag with the incriminating evidence while Twain escaped scot-free. The cops were probably closing in right now.

Digger’s seismic sense felt the vibrations of footsteps approaching the door. He hated being right sometimes. He tensed in anticipation of the door bursting in, cops shouting , firearms being waved about. This was about to turn ugly, and in the confined space of the motel room, Digger couldn’t simply leap free and run away. Someone was sure to get hurt.

Then Digger heard the sound of a key entering the lock, and a moment later, Twain entered, carrying a white paper sack from a fast food joint.

“Where the hell were you?” Digger asked.

Twain paused with one foot inside the door. He reached outside to grab something. “I told you last night, we need sunlight to make this thing work.”

“So?”

Twain came in with the cooler Digger had last seen sitting behind the driver’s seat in Twain’s van. He set it on the bed and then shut and bolted the door. “So, it was foggy this morning, so I figured I’d go out and get us some breakfast while we wait for it to burn off. Biscuit?”

Digger caught the paper-wrapped bundle Twain tossed at him. “Bacon or sausage?”

“Sausage.”

“Fiend.” Digger unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. “So, we’ve got all the ingredients you said we needed, and it looks like the sun’s coming out. Are you finally going to let me in on what the plan is?”

“Of course,” Twain said. “Just let me eat first…”

Whatever else he was going to say was drowned out by the sound of the Driller firing up. “Dude, I swear to God, I will put a big hole in you.”

Twain lifted his hands in surrender and laughed. “Kidding. Just kidding. Let’s do this.”

He reached into his luggage and pulled out a small bundle wrapped in brown paper. He unwrapped it to reveal a small pedestal carved out of wood, with four curved arms reaching up and a smaller hole drilled down the center between them.Two loops of leather hung down the sides.

“What is that, some kind of…” Digger paused, trying to figure it out. “What is that?”

Yeah, just what is that? Find out in the next episode!

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