Pawn's Play by Phil Lollar

Author:Phil Lollar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: JUVENILE FICTION / Readers / Chapter Books, JUVENILE FICTION / Religious / Christian / Action & Adventure
Publisher: Focus on the Family
Published: 2018-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

Incompetents! I’m surrounded by incompetents.

Blackgaard hung up the speakerphone and fumed. Patience was never one of his virtues, he knew. Old Professor M had always told him that. You are brilliant, Regis, he would say, perhaps my most brilliant student. But you must learn patience. That has been the downfall of many great men. Learn patience. Then again, look what patience had gotten the old man. He’d been sick, feeble, wheelchair bound, within reach of his goal, only to fail miserably and die.

“I will not fail,” Blackgaard growled.

Yet there was something to the old professor’s words. The wheels had been set in motion; he had no choice but to wait and see if Glossman and Maxwell could get them to their destination. “They’d better,” he growled again. “There’s too much at stake.”

He opened the drawer of his polished oak desk and extracted a leather-bound note folder, his initials embossed in gold across the front. There was so much to do, so much yet to come.

He opened the folder and scanned his notes. When the time was right, he’d need to talk to Smitty. The proper chemicals were vital. He’d also need to pressure his contacts at the Department of Defense. They’d be reticent, but with the information he had on them, they’d come around. And then there was European security and his “friends” in the Middle East. That would be the most dangerous part of all. But if he could bring it all together, make it all work . . . “It will be more than worth the aggravation,” he muttered, “and the danger.”

The key was Applesauce. And that meant getting a foothold in Odyssey—which brought him back to Glossman and Maxwell. The dolts. If they only knew what was really going on here. He felt his frustration rise again.

He rose from his leather executive chair and crossed the lushly carpeted floor to a painting on the wall opposite his desk. The painting depicted a beautiful forest glade through which ran a serene stream. The stream meandered in and out of the woods but was painted in such a way that if you looked closely and traced it carefully, it actually led to a waterfall that became a crystal-clear pool, which, in turn, fed the stream that meandered through the glade—a never-ending cycle. He stared at it for a long moment and felt, if not peace, then a sense of calm. That would do.

The painting was attached to the wall on a hinge. It opened like a cupboard door. He swung it away from the wall to reveal what it hid: a safe. He dialed the combination deftly, heard the tumblers click, cranked the handle, pulled open the door, and removed the only thing inside.

It was a fragment of an extremely old piece of paper, encased in a clear plastic bag. This is what was really going on here; this was why he needed the Fillmore Recreation Center, a stronghold in Odyssey, and Applesauce. He had tracked Professor M halfway

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