Zig Zag From Holes Novels & Stories

All she had to do was pull herself up the wall by placing a peg in one of the many holes going up, again and again, until she reached the top. Taking the peg in her right hand, she reached up and placed it in the highest hole she could reach. She followed with her left and then pulled herself up using just her arms. She froze with her feet off the ground, she counted to ten before removing the right peg and reaching up again, placing it in a higher hole. After counting to seven, she did the same with her left hand. Once both pegs were secure, she pulled herself up again. Repeating the pattern, Nyla inched her way up the wall, counting in between each movement, making sure she wasn’t climbing

THIRD P.O.V. Zack and his group made it to the far side of the waterfall. The cobblestone was slick with water, making it difficult to get across, but they made it. The hidden cave was behind the waterfall, covered with vines and rusted bars. Zack and Bronx grabbed a hold of the bars and pulled. The motion shook the entire cave, with debris falling in multiple places. “We can’t pull this out without bringing this whole thing down,” Zack said, stepping back. Mary walked up to the bars and examined them before squeezing right through. “Well, that’s one way to do it.”

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

Zac watched, saying nothing. Holding onto the edge of the hole, I expertly swung my legs up like a trapeze artist until I was safely inside, when agents pounded roughly on the heavy metal door, yelling for us to open up. Hooking my legs into the vent, I reached down and grabbed Zac's extended arms and I pulled him up with one arm, then quickly replaced the grate, propping it across the hole, buying us another minute or two.

Yara disagreed and scoffed at the idea. "True. The Zago race has many varieties. I remember some bugs are perfect for surveillance. The slightest disturbance catches their attention. Even if you're two or three major realms higher than them, you still cannot completely hide and sneak in. "For Hoover to steal artifacts from the Zago race with just a few lackeys would be nearly impossible. "So I think it's probably some item this witch uses regularly, or something that has important meaning to her. Something that would make her lose composure and show her true form the moment she sees it," Norm shared his thoughts.

In the center of the hole, up in the ceiling a person jump off. It was Zitrey.

Behind the door was a masked man who had fixed a mini bomb on the doorknob as he found it difficult to open manually, he shuffled some steps backwards, for every step Everly took towards the door, the countdown was against her as she lifted her arm to reach out for the door, a loud noise was heard, the bomb blew off the door and sent her crashing on the floor. Fortunately, she wasn't hit by any of the shrapnel, Edwin scurried and helped her up. The masked man walked in, his footsteps were Ghost quiet, a flicker of impatience shone in his eyes. His knotted shoe lace denoted an ancient symbol used by dangerous assassin's called,'wingles', his black leather jacket stood firm and opposed the mov