childish, if raised, now.
His hypothetical scenario went something like this:
“Aristo knew the right thing to say would be ‘you must have had your reasons’ and leave it at that. But that’s not what came out before he could stop himself. ‘Didn’t you trust me?’
‘Of course I did. And I do. How could you doubt that? But the Ruinands have eyes and ears everywhere and they would have picked up on the slightest nuance of any difference in your behaviour. It did not matter whether you knew or not, because you would not have been expected to be hostile to your brother irrespective of his falling out of favour with me. You behaved as I expected you to. But if you had known, it might have been a bit difficult to carry out the perfect pretence.
‘The risk was simply too great. In addition, it was possible that you may have been captured and tortured to reveal our secrets. And you were. You are here a prisoner after all. That you have not been tortured and may now be rescued is lucky.’
Aristo was not entirely convinced with his mother’s explanation. And even though their rescue was probably imminent, he wanted to further question his mother on why she had kept this project a secret from him.
He waited for her, as she alluded to the possibility of his capture, to concede that the same could happen to her, which it did, but as she did not admit her own vulnerable position in the same situation, he would throw the same argument that his mother used back at her.
‘What about if you were captured and tortured? And you were. And here we are together, unless I’m mistaken and you are an honoured and pampered guest here and free to walk out of here at any time or you are just a hologram and the real Elli Symitzis is at this very moment sitting at home.’
Aristo could see he was taking this too far and that his behaviour was bordering on rude and in front of other people. This was getting out of control. He had to soften his stance and release the tense tones of his argument with his mother.
But he had to ask one final thing that bothered him even though he half-knew the answer to his question before he let it free. ‘Wasn’t the risk higher by not telling me?’
Elli ignored Aristo’s challenge, though his arguments were valid, and decided to end this conversation.
‘Well, you knew Vasilis had been on the lookout for Ruinands wherever they hid around us. That mission was an extension of those duties. Vasilis was assigned with infiltrating the Ruinands’ lair. You had other important things to do. You couldn’t be distracted. If you had known, you might have faced a conflict of loyalties that might have become apparent.
‘Although it would be expected that in the end you would defy me and would not ostracise your brother, but would keep in contact with him, as apart from familial loyalties, you would regard my break with your brother as a personal difference of opinion between him and me.
‘And by behaving as expected you confirmed that the fatal break between me and your brother was true and any doubt would have been obliterated from people’s minds. It was a gamble that has paid off beyond my wildest expectations.’
Elli stopped her evaluation of the success of her plan and waited for the rescue she hoped was coming.”
Here ended Aristo’s hypothetical scenario of his conversation with his mother, but did it? Perhaps it was not hypothetical and only a debate in his mind after all.
Aristo suddenly had the sickening feeling that he did, indeed, actually have that conversation with his mother. When he looked at his mother and saw her intense stare and rebuke, a moment during which only each of them existed for the other and which felt as if they had briefly locked horns, the realisation dawned on him that he had had that exchange with his mother telepathically
Aristo caught a glimpse of the others present and saw them oblivious to anything but their own thoughts, their own little internal world. The others had heard nothing of the exchange that had taken place.
Aristo’s reverie, if that was what it was, after having veered wildly off any sensible course, ended abruptly with the much-anticipated rescue that had, by God, now become reality.
The team in the cells met with little resistance that they easily neutralised. In one cell they found Elli, Aristo, Giorgos and John Halland. The four prisoners heard a commanding voice order them to stand away from the door.
Elli immediately spurred into action. ‘Come on. Let’s get to the other side.’
The door was wrenched open. Before them stood four men in what looked like Special Forces uniforms.
One of them, who must have been their team leader, gave Elli a salute before addressing her.
‘Mrs Symitzis. We are operating under Vasilis’ instructions. We are to get you out of here.’ The team leader briefly held Elli’s gaze, and after looking at the others present, his eyes returned to Elli. ‘Please follow us.’ The four former prisoners obeyed without question. Those four men were their ticket out of their captivity.
Elli turned to the team leader. ‘And Vasilis?’
‘He will be joining us later. He’s dealing with the items in the strong room.’
‘Alone?’
‘Mrs Symitzis, there’s no time.’ They turned towards the door and started to move away. Elli and the others followed.
In another cell they found Giorgos’ and Katerina’s parents, Andros and Anna. The same scene was repeated there. There was only little resistance on Andros’ and Anna’s part, born of being dazed by their abduction and their disbelief at their dramatic rescue from their nightmare. At least a part of their brain was present and clear and was thankful for their soon-to-materialise return to reality.
Their situation was compounded by the deafening sirens and alarms that had unexpectedly gone off simultaneously throughout the city and that had come hard on the heels of their ordeal. But the name “Vasilis” managed to get through the fog of their minds. They resigned to their fate and allowed themselves to be led like lambs to the slaughter.
The rescue team wasted no time in leading everyone to the escape pod. They joined them inside and, immediately the door closed, the pod was launched on its way to the surface.
The team leader notified their waiting plane to come and pick them up. The plane zeroed in on the pod’s signal. Once the pod was sighted, the plane flew low, almost brushing the water, until it was above the pod.
There the plane hovered while it lowered its powerful magnet and lifted the pod into its hold. It flew away to a safe height and distance to wait for the signal from Vasilis.
For Vasilis and Katerina things got a bit complicated. The strong room was well guarded. They had to arrange a distraction for the guards. However, with little time at their disposal, they were faced with three chambers with individual keypads requiring separate codes.
With the danger of the guards returning at any moment, Vasilis used a special device he had brought with him to break the codes. They managed to do it just in time. Once they had managed to get inside the strong room, relief washed over them.
Their face smiled as it reflected all the items they sought that were staring back at them. Within minutes they were out, with the guards catching up as they rounded a corner. The guards had swiftly sounded the alarm and gave chase.
Vasilis called on his internal spies to help them. As they reached their chosen entry point and exit and were getting into their diving suits, Ruinands on Vasilis’ side fell behind them blocking their pursuers’ way and giving them the time to escape.
Vasilis had contacted the submarine that collected them and rushed straight for the surface. It was picked up by their plane’s magnet and was on its way to be lifted into the plane’s hold when the city’s guns started to roar. Bullets and other projectiles rushed past the submarine as it hung in mid-air, but they missed their targets, both the submarine and the plane.
But some bullets hit the plane. They caused some damage, but not to critical systems and the plane’s fuselage held intact. The plane was already accelerating away with the submarine still being pulled in and the back hatch half-open.
Inside the city, their escape was discovered. Madame Marcquesa was outraged. She went straight to her strong room and, seeing the precious items missing, she almost had a seizure with the amount of blood that flooded her brain. She wanted to punish her new-found sister.
Elli’s memory of the day her parents were taken away from her, forever, chose this crucial time to come back
