“Hey, I am getting something,” said Jennifer, “but it is very weak.” Kat checked her phone as well. Sure enough there was a signal coming through, but the signal was very weak so nothing was showing up. “Steve is trying to contact us,” said Kat, “but why is the signal so weak?” “Perhaps they are further underground,” replied Angel, “this hill goes very high and at the angel they were moving it would put more rock over them.”
“Great,” said Jennifer, “now we do not know what is going on.” “I have him,” said Rock, “Baldwin gave me a new device which boosts our power to enhance weak signals. It is just experimental but it appears to work. Hey, he is giving directions on how to find the spot where they will come out.” “If we can find that spot quickly,” said Kat, “then we can go in and find them.”
They all started following from the point given to start with and after a few hours they were entering the cave. They had everything needed to go exploring in the caves, they only hoped there would not be some side tunnels that would lead them off course and therefore take up more time. Because they had flashlights with them they could move very quickly through the tunnel until they came to a part where it divided into 3 tunnels.
They checked their phones to see if they could pick up my tracking signal, but there was nothing. That got them all concerned. The only thing to do was to split up and check each tunnel at the same time, but that could be dangerous. It would mean just 2 per tunnel and one cat for each group. Rock did not think it was a good thing to split up, searching caves is a hobby of his.
“What if each tunnel splits into more tunnels?”, he asked. Instead he hollered loudly down each tunnel. Meow,meow!=This one, I hear something in this tunnel! The other cats agreed, so off they all went down the right side tunnel. We heard Rock calling quite easily, that voice of his carries a long distance.
But I was shivering again and could not call back and poor Sigurbjorn had actually been carrying me on her back for awhile and was so exhausted that she was unable to call very loud. Fortunately the cats have such good hearing. Soon the cats came bounding through the darkness wearing their mini headlamps so we could see them coming quite a ways off.
“They are here, they are here!”, said Sigurbjorn excitedly as she turned to look at me. But I had gone past shivering and was lying unconscious on the tunnel floor. The cats came running over meowing so excitedly too and all 3 lay down on me purring as loud as they could. Soon the others arrived and Nyura, our nurse, checked me out quickly. “We need to get Steve out of here fast,” she said.
Rock picked me up and ran with me all the way to the cave entrance and laid me down in the sun. Kat and Nyura kept up with him but Jennifer and Angel came more slowly with Sigurbjorn. Once out Nyura gave her a needle with something to perk her up a bit. While waiting for them Rock had called ahead to Baldwin to let him know we were safe.
Back at the lodge it was decided by Baldwin for all of us to return home. I needed to get back for some serious medical treatment and there really was not anything else we could do out there at the moment anyway. While we were gone Fjola had been shot in the same way as her husband. But this was not going to be the end, there was work to do yet.
Back at Reykjavik at a certain hotel a man came out the front door. It was that old police chief that hated me so much. “Oh, I am so sorry,” said a young woman who bumped into him. It was Sigurbjorn. He seemed to be genuinely surprised but said nothing, he just kept walking. Then Kat came along and stood in front of him. “You do not know me,” she said, “but we will meet again I am sure.”
Two men, obviously bodyguards, moved over to remove Kat. But they suddenly were both kicked in the stomach. Two other bodyguards standing behind the police chief got their heads smashed together by Rock, knocking them to the ground. Kat smiled at the police chief.
“Now, why would a simple police chief on vacation need bodyguards?”, she asked, “but I guess there are people around who might want to kill you, perhaps even me. Oh, and someone with your reputation should never call for the police.” Then Kat and the others walked over to waiting limousines which took them to the airport. “Would you like me to call the police sir?”, said the doorman at the hotel. “NO!”, growled the man as he watched us drive away.
The End. But don’t go away, we will be back with the second part!