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They waited for the garbage truck to leave before enacting their plan.
They snuck up closer to the entrance. Once there, Casey threw a paper airplane and manipulated the wind so that it flew over the guards and caught their attention.
“What the heck is that?” said the climber guarding the entrance.
The man followed after the paper airplane while Casey and Max slipped in through the door.
The warehouse was empty except for a strange glowing light at the center of it.
As Max took a step forward towards the light, he took in the rest of the warehouse. It was empty. There was nothing suspicious or threatening in here, so why were there climbers guarding it?
It started to dawn on him more as he got closer to the light.
The light looked familiar, like he’d seen something similar before.
“Is that a—”
Casey’s words were cut off.
“What were you about to say?” said Max, too afraid to voice what he was bearing witness too.
He turned around and saw Casey sprawled on the floor, unconscious.
“What the—”
A hand overtook his mouth. The other hand snapped its fingers and Max felt his whole body begin to feel drowsy until he was fast asleep.
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Max’s eyes twitched open.
He stayed motionless, recalling what had happened before he’d fallen asleep.
He heard a familiar voice saying, “Thank you, Paul, you may go.”
Max had been put to sleep against his will, so he didn’t want to let his captors know he’d awoken. He needed to buy as much time as possible to figure out where he was and to make a plan to escape his captors.
“Don’t worry,” said the familiar voice. “I know you’re awake.”
Max stayed frozen.
“C’mon now, don’t treat me as a fool,” said the voice. “Open your eyes.”
Max opened his eyes and found himself in a large room, surrounded by tall glass windows. The sky outside was an orange dusky sunset. The tower of Zestiris loomed nearby.
Standing across from him was none other than the climber president.
The old man smiled.
“Surprised to see me?” he said.
When Max had woken up, his immediate thought was that he’d been captured by the Archer family. To see the climber president—one of the strongest climbers in the entire tower-zone—was indeed quite the surprise.
“Where are we?” asked Max. “Where’s Casey? What’s going on? What was that in the warehouse?”
The climber president laughed.