Alex O'Donnell and the 40 CyberTheives by Regina Doman
The Wookie creaked to his feet, using Alex’s stomach for help. Vaguely Alex became aware that the man was dragging his hands together. The handcuff snapped around Alex’s other wrist. Captured, Alex realized he had only one last chance to defeat him. And I’d better not mess up this time.
He pulled up his knee and simultaneously grabbed a handful of the furry white Wookie mask with his cuffed hands, yanking it downwards so that the man’s forehead made contact with Alex’s bent knee. The man howled, and Alex furiously smashed the man’s head down on his kneecap again.
With a whimpering groan that sounded strangely in character, the man sank to his knees and wavered.
“No,” whispered Alex, but too late—the man collapsed right onto Alex’s stomach, a dead weight.
Handcuffed and trapped beneath his fallen opponent, a breathless Alex struggled to get free. He looked up and saw Kateri standing on the cellar steps, her face white as her uniform.
“May the Force be with you,” he managed to say.
She ran to him. “It looks like the Force is on you.”
Alex stifled a laugh: his ribs hurt too much. “Yeah. I’d be much better if this particular Force was not with me. Can you check to see if he has the handcuff keys in his pocket?”
Fortunately, Kateri found them after a quick search and unlocked Alex’s wrists. Groaning, Alex pushed his fallen assailant off him with Kateri’s help.
“Cuff his hands together around that metal support pole over there. Thanks.”
She started to, but glanced at Alex with a queer expression on her face.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
He put a hand to his head and felt a wet mass in his hair. Somewhere along the line, he’d gotten a gash on his head. It wasn’t large, but it probably looked bad. Head wounds bled a lot. Quickly he pulled his gray polishing cloth out of his pocket and mopped up the wound, glad to have the cloth on hand.
“I’m okay, thank God. But we’re not out of this yet. In fact, it’s barely started.” Shaking his head to clear it, he got to his feet and retrieved his sword, and the gun. The handgun was heavy, and he checked to see if it was loaded. It was.
A chill went down his spine. The gun was loaded. This guy could have shot me.
Why didn’t he?
He stared at the unconscious masked man. “Was he carrying a wallet? Any ID?”
“No. Seems to me that they’re pretty concerned about keeping their identities secret,” Kateri said, indicating the mask.
“Yeah,” Alex said, regarding the Wookie face. Suddenly in a burst of curiosity, he yanked off the hairy mask. Beneath was a bearded, red-haired man who looked vaguely familiar. The man mumbled, but didn’t regain consciousness.
“I know who he is,” Kateri whispered. “I’ve been seeing his picture on the FBI website. He’s William Radnor Gaston. One of the top wanted cybercriminals in the country.” She took a deep breath. “I think we’re looking at one of the cyberthieves.”
One of the cyberthieves, Alex realized. He swallowed, feeling his wound and bruised ribs, and tried again to breathe normally. And the other thirty-nine were upstairs. And his family was trapped on a mountainside, far from help. With no cell phones. And, from the looks of the sliced wires in the panel, no phone lines and no internet.
He scrambled to his feet. “We’ve got to get the police.”
Kateri joined him. “It might be harder than you think. Your dad’s been trying to get onto that satellite network, but it’s pretty well secured. He’s pretty sure they’ve got something set up in the woods. And there are quite a few men just hanging out at strategic places in the parking lot.”
Thirty-nine cyberthieves. Surrounding the hotel, hemming them in.
“Right.” Alex steadied himself on the metal pole, thinking fast. “Through the woods. It’s the only way down. Come on!”
They raced upstairs. “Your mom won’t be able to make it down the mountainside,” Kateri said breathlessly as they hurried to the living suite.
Alex had already realized that. “We’ll send Sam and David. The rest of us will stay here and hold them off.”
Back in the living room, all of the male members of the family had taken their individual swords from the weapons wall. Alex quickly told them what had happened and what should happen next.
“I bet they’ve got a person watching each of the exits. But there’s the pool fence.” He glanced out through the window at the eight-foot-high iron rail fence that surrounded the back of the hotel. “That might not be guarded. Sam and David, can you make it over the fence, quick?”
“No!” exclaimed his mom, just as Sam and David both said, “Yes.” She argued, “Alex, they’re too young! And if these people are armed…”
“Mom, the guy downstairs had me under gunpoint, but he didn’t try to shoot me: I suspect he—or someone in charge—wanted to take me alive. I admit, it’s not much to go on, but since we don’t have much to go on, let’s assume the others will act the same way.” He took a deep breath. “I’ll create a diversion. I’ll go straight out the front door and try to make a break for one of the cars. I bet they’ll try and stop me. Maybe they’ll capture me, but at least it might let Sam and David get away. They can get into the woods, run down the mountain, and call 911 as soon as their cell phones are clear.”
His mom’s face crumpled, and she looked down at her shriveled legs. “If only I were healthy,” she whispered. “I’d get over that fence myself. But now I’m just a burden…”
“Stop that!” Dad said firmly, squeezing her shoulders. “For better or worse, Kitty. In sickness and in health. And we’ve made it this far. If we’re going to be hunted down and shot—or not shot—I’d rather the boys get out if they can.
And I’ll go down defending my bride, to the death if necessary.”
Mom blinked at him and managed a smile. Dad said, “We’ll barricade ourselves in the back room, and I’ll keep trying to break into that network and jam their communications. It's encrypted, but I'm going to keep trying.”
“I think you two should keep the gun,” Alex said, handing him the captured handgun and giving his mother a quick kiss. “Wish me luck.”
“The luck of the O’Donnells,” his dad said solemnly. “And our prayers.”
Alex glanced at Sam and David, who looked soberly back at him. “Okay guys? Remember your training: ‘A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must desire life like water and drink death like wine.’”
Sam pushed his blond hair out of his eyes and nodded, but David just checked his sword blade with a slight incline of his head. Alex took a deep breath, hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt, and glanced around.
“Where’s Kateri?” he said suddenly.
“Right here.” She appeared in the doorway, holding the white-furred Wookie mask in her hands and wearing a strange look on her face. “Who were you quoting just now”
“G. K. Chesterton. Why?”
She shook her head and muttered something that was obscured as she slid the Wookie mask over her face.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked as she tucked the strands of her black hair inside the mask and straightened her white uniform.
“Hoping to confuse the enemy,” she said, her voice muffled by the mask.
“And maybe find out what’s going on.”
Kateri’s heart was racing as she slipped out into the lobby, sweating slightly beneath the white Wookie mask. She was carrying Mr. O’Donnell’s cell phone and tried to walk nonchalantly, like a guest in the hotel on vacation.
She crossed to the breakfast area and tried to think of what she could do that would seem normal. Noticing that she’d already prepped the coffee machine for the morning, she flipped it on. Yeah, she’d make some coffee and wait for something to happen. Sam and David, weapons in hand, had already stolen out to the pool area. She hoped that no one was watching for them out
In the lobby, everything looked absurdly neat and deserted, so much so that Kateri felt reality was out of joint. Aside from the handcuffed man in the basement and her mask and throbbing heart, everything might be normal at the Twilight Hills Hotel. The summer evening sun was sinking into the western ridge of the mountains. The floor tiles were gleaming, newly washed by Sam and David. The pavement of the parking lot looked smooth and undisturbed in the fading light.
Alex, his bloody face and rumpled black dress shirt a stark contrast to normality, strode into the lobby and looked around, sword in hand. He had tied the gray cloth around his head like a pirate’s bandana. Even though she was pretending not to see him, she noticed he had switched the bokken for the katana—his real, lethal sword. Dimly, she recalled that he had said several times that he wouldn’t use that sword unless he were prepared to kill someone. Seeing the sword made her realize how dire their position actually was.
Alex put a hand on the door’s metal handles. For a moment, he looked out at the still twilight. Then, whistling a tune that sounded vaguely Irish, he pushed open the door and stepped outside.
A strong desire to live combined with a strange carelessness about dying.
“Hey! Excuse me!”
Midstride, several yards from his car, Alex paused, sword in hand, and turned. There were five masked figures outside, some of them hanging out by the shrubbery and smoking. But Alex noticed that now they were hurriedly butting out their cigarettes as one man, dressed in a Freddy Kruger mask and gloves, came forward swiftly towards Alex. Sword at the ready, Alex eyed the man’s gloves and wondered if there was a chance the embedded knives were real weapons. But they looked like rubber ones.
“Yes? Can I help you?” Alex said courteously.
The man halted a safe distance from Alex’s blade. “Nice sword,” he said.
“Yeah, thanks,” Alex said. “I’ve just got to run out. Anything you need?”
“Actually, there is,” said another man wearing a Joker mask, stepping forward. He was a tall, thin man, wearing cargo pants and a tight black shirt that revealed his biceps. Deftly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two slim metal cylinders linked by a silver chain. “We need you to stay right where you are. Sorry, you can’t go anywhere.” He swung the cylinders in a tight circle, and flipped one back over his shoulders.
Alex took a deep breath and bellowed his signature battle cry that was Sam and David’s signal. “SAC-RA COR!”
As he guessed, several people who had apparently been standing in the woods came running towards him. They halted as the Joker advanced on Alex.
The dark green hair of his mask sticking out in every direction, the Joker flipped the nunchucks forward and twirled them with an expert hand. They looked heavy and dangerous, and even Alex’s katana seemed frighteningly slender by comparison.
Kateri, her eyes fixed on the men surrounding Alex, heard someone else coming out into the lobby and turned with a start. Two more masked figures holding cell phones were approaching.
One was a blue-faced alien with long white hair, and the other was some sort of superhero Kateri couldn’t place.
“Has it started already?” the alien asked in what was clearly a woman’s voice. The superhero, probably a man, shrugged. Kateri made an incoherent movement with her shoulders.
The alien girl picked at her mask. “Can’t wait till I lose this. The whole gaming charade is so lame.”
The superhero gave a hollow laugh. “I’ve never actually even played a video game. Spend all my time on mainframes. Had to nip this thing from eBay.”
The alien chuckled. “Yeah, database reconfig is my thing, not timewasting.”
She turned to Kateri. “But I have to say, I like your ‘Planet of the Apes’ look.”
“Thanks,” Kateri said, straightening her white cotton uniform.
“Do you know what we’re supposed to be doing? I’ve been waiting for instructions from Admin.”
“Admin wants everyone to remain in their hotel rooms until further instructions are given,” Kateri said in her most authoritative voice.
“Really?” The superhero said, holding up his phone. “That’s not what I read.”
Kateri lifted her chin beneath the mask and decided to keep bluffing.
“Remember why we’re here, and who we’re after. Someone’s been jamming communications. Sending out incorrect updates. Admin told me to stay here as the fail-safe.”
“Oh,” the man said, sounding surprised. “Do you know Admin?”
Again, Kateri gave a noncommittal shrug. “I have instructions to tell everyone to remain in their rooms until the signal is given.”
“Oh!” said the alien and the superhero together. They both began sidling out of the lobby. “We’ll just go back and wait then,” said the alien.
“What should we wait for? What’s the fail-safe signal?” the superhero asked.
Kateri tried not to hesitate. “I’ll be going from door to door with further instructions.”
“Right then.” Both the masked figures hurried from the room and Kateri turned away from them, trying not to breathe too hard. She gave a fleeting glance towards Alex, then hurried into the hotel office as fast as she could.
Nunchaku. As the Joker came forward, Alex gripped his katana with both hands and held it out in front of him at the ready, his mind racing through martial arts theory. He’d fooled around with flail weapons, but had never encountered them in a serious fight. What do I know about nunchaku? First strike and defensive weapons, used to block and trap. And technically, flexible weapons trump bladed weapons.
…Okay. Guess I don’t know much.
Guess I’ll have to find out what he knows first.
He locked his eyes on the center of his opponent’s body as the Joker circled slowly around him. Alex tried to back himself in a corner by the cars, and determined to swing the instant the man made any move.
I’ve got a 28” blade with maybe a three-foot reach. He’s got a reach of about two feet with those clubs. So theoretically, I should be able to get him before he gets me.
The Joker whirled his clubs with such force that his fellow attackers took a step or two back. Alex managed to keep his blade steady as the Joker flipped back the club over his shoulder and advanced again.
Seeing an opening, Alex raised the blade to strike when suddenly the Joker lunged forward, whipping the nunchaku at Alex’s wrists with smashing force. In surprised agony, Alex dropped his sword, but, desperate not to be disarmed again, he snatched and caught the wooden handle before it hit the pavement, dropping and rolling to barely escape being hit on the back. Alex swung up to his feet, gripping his sword even tighter, breathing hard, his hands flaming with pain.
Are my fingers broken? He couldn’t tell. For a fleeting instant, he dropped his eyes to his fingers. The Joker noticed and laughed beneath his mask.
“Did I give you a finger fracture?” the masked man taunted. “If I were you, I’d put that sword down. And then I won’t hurt you too bad.”
Alex took a deep breath. Kateri was depending on him. His whole family was depending on him. Every moment he could delay the cyberthieves in their attack on his family gave Sam and David more time to get to the police.
Okay. Got to make sure I swing wide. Don’t let him get that close to me again.
Alex swung. The Joker leapt back, snapping the nunchaku into a shield and blocked his blow. Then he struck back again, but Alex easily avoided it, now that he knew to keep his wrists away from the twirling flails. He thrust again, and the Joker swung.
Crack!
His blade thrown back by the power of the blow, Alex swung around and regained the ready position, only to stare in horror at the end of his sword. Six inches of the blade had snapped off. The advantage of his reach was almost gone.
This is not good. Not good at all. And the Joker was advancing, the rubber mask leering as he snapped his chucks into a shield again. When
Metal squealed against metal as the Joker and Alex closed, Alex fighting to twist his blade free from the chains. The Joker laughed. Alex drove a side kick into the man’s leg, and then followed with another into his ribs, pulling the sword violently in the opposite direction. The blade swung free, yanking the nunchaku out of the Joker’s hands. As Alex swung his sword around to regain his balance, the jagged tip raked the Joker’s pants, slicing the fabric and digging into the skin.
If my blade had been longer, I’d have sliced his artery, and he’d be in trouble.
Alex met his opponent’s gaze, and saw the same thought in the Joker’s now-fearful eyes.
The Joker retreated to the protection of the others, clutching his bleeding thigh. Taking advantage of the distraction, Alex ran through a gap in his attackers.
“Stop or I’ll shoot!” someone shouted, but Alex didn’t stop. He tried to make a break for the driveway, but two figures with guns, Jar Jar Binks followed by a ninja, emerged from the woods and blocked him. Alex skidded and turned towards the hotel, slamming through the glass doors into the lobby. Amazingly, no one fired.
In the office, Kateri was ransacking the contents of the desk, trying fruitlessly to search through Mr. O’Donnell’s computer debris. Where is it?
Where is it?
In agony, she stared at the humming computer screen, wishing that she had extended her cleaning activities to Mr. O’Donnell’s jungle of an office.
Suddenly, she blinked. The cursor was moving on the screen. On its own.
Slowly, Kateri took the mouse and opened a text box. She typed:
CKTC?
There was a pause, then the cursor clicked on the box and typed:
Kitty’s Kat frend?
She typed,