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Chapter 27
Just as my muscles were burning and my lungs were screaming for breath, the predators ground to a halt.
Right in the middle of the island. No sign of a laboratory or anything that resembled one. Thick green bushes were dotted around us and soaring canopy trees quietly observed our every move from up above. To the right of us, in the distance, were the treacherous mountains and to the left of us, the severely damaged warehouse. Where exactly was the laboratory?
“This is it,” Señor Ramirez said.
Zak and I stared at him.
“Are you two still shocked, despite all that we’ve been through? You’ve forgotten how a
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The Golden Leaf Chapter 28
The President of Obsidian stood by the opening that Señor Ramirez had created with his fire blaster. He dangled the Golden Leaf and smirked. The predators snarled. Señor Ramirez charged right at Drago, with Zak and I racing behind him. Drago stayed put, not even twitching a muscle. Why was he not responding to the petrifying sight of a furious Señor Ramirez sprinting right at him? Señor Ramirez dived at Drago. Still, Drago didn’t react. I realised why as I saw Señor Ramirez horribly crash against an invisible, transparent wall and drop to the ground with a loud thump.
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We split up and desperately searched for any opening from this deadly trap. Señor Ramirez used his muscular shoulders and barged against the invisible wall, yet it remained firm. I darted to the back of the laboratory, frantically pushing over chairs and stampeding on some of the equipment that was lying on the ground. A vast array of tree trunks from the towering canopy trees were in sight and I almost fell into the trap of charging straight into the invisible glass, as the sight of our escape became more and more tempting with every second that mercilessly ticked by. I nudged the butt of my sword against the rigid invisible wall. Nothing. Zak was in the opposite corner and used his iron sleeve to swing a punch at the barrier that stood firmly between our life and death. His wrist slammed against the wall and he yelped in a mixture of pain and rage as the wall remained persistent in its duty to prevent us from escaping. Our thre
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The sheer force of the detonation slammed us to the ground, our faces plummeting into the soil and our skin getting grazed by the prickly thorns and leaves. Shards of concrete, stone, metal and glass burst into the air and the canopy trees flailed about wildly. There was a persistent ringing in my ears as the deafening sound waves of the bomb bounced from tree to tree. All the scientists were sprawled graphically on the ground, with some limbs detached, some bones protruding from their lifeless skin and blood seeping out incessantly. An intense fire emerged and tore ruthlessly through the canopy trees above. The towering tree trunks collapsed violently on top of the destruction, crippling the remaining body pieces of the scientists into small fragments of human flesh. A thick cloud of black smoke spread across the area, spreading faster than a coalition of cheetahs scampering across a savannah.
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Our predators led the way with Señor Ramirez and I closely scampering behind, as we clambered over rocks and broken tree trunks, weaved in and out of the looming trees, and raced across the open grasslands. “We’re nearly there! Come on!” Señor Ramirez urged.My lungs hammered against my chest, as the urgent need for rest, food, and - most importantly - water, grew the more we ventured on in the stifling, merciless morning sunshine.“How…long…more?” I breathed, as I ignored the moaning and groaning of my legs to stop. I constantly reminded myself that world peace was at stake. I had to push
The Golden Leaf Chapter 32
My fingers narrowly caught Drago’s helicopter skids, as just below me our helicopter exploded. A cloud of fire and smoke roared ferociously, as metal pieces were sent flying in random directions. The rotor blades dissembled and flailed about in mid-air, before crashing into the ocean. The metal body of the helicopter also plummeted into the ocean, creating an enormous splash that weakened my grip on the skid. My shoulders and arms struggled to keep hold of the skid, the sweat on the palm of my hands posing as a serious death threat. With all my remaining strength, I pulled myself up so that my armpits were resting on the skid. Perfect timing. I’d escaped from the clutches of death once again, and was now directly underneath Drago’s helicopter, flying away, with him completely immune to my presence.
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CRASH! The helicopter plummeted headfirst into the ocean. I flew across the helicopter’s interior and my forehead collided with the backseat, as blood began to gush out from the bruise and mix with the water. Like a contagious virus spreading rapidly, the salty ocean water filled up the sinking helicopter. Tiny fish scuttled in, eager to discover their new surroundings. Holding my breath as hard as I could, I swam back across to Drago, whilst a growing feeling of nausea swept around my body. An unconscious heap of devilish flesh, I hastily dug my hand in Drago’s inside pocket and felt the crispness and smoothness of the Golden Leaf. I pulled it out. But it remained firmly put. I cursed to myself in frustration.
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Using his grip on my ankle as a pivot, I swivelled round and kicked him in the head with my left leg. I dropped on the warm sand, whilst Drago was sent flying back into the ocean with a loud crash. That bought me time. As he slowly recovered, I picked myself up and stumbled across the beach as far as I could. I fell to the floor, breathing heavily as another relentless wave of blackout dawned over me. I had to regain my composure. It wasn’t over. Yet.Drago slowly got to his feet, the blow to his head taking an evident toll on his body. He staggered through the shallow water and also dropped on the sand, panting desperately. The Golden Lea
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I frowned at Señor Ramirez. Señor Ramirez turned round and stood up. A well-dressed man, probably in his fifties, strolled in and shook Señor Ramirez’s hand.“Welcome, Mr Sanchez,” Señor Ramirez said.“Thank you, Gerard,” his voice was deep and possessed an air of power and authority. “Marco, I am stunned by your abilities.”I nodded in thanks and looked at Señor Ramirez. He read my confused look.“Marco, this is Malcolm Sanchez, the Head of Covert Operations in the CIA.
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