As you stare into the Original Ideas Vault, three things catch your attention:
The first … is that the entire room has been ransacked.
Clever ideas like my Parallel Welcome Sequence … my ‘Referral Magnet’ strategy (hidden in Episode III)… even verbatim email copy … all has been cleaned off the shelves and packed into a large crate.
And while it’s totally inappropriate…
You notice one box lying open on the floor, and you can’t resist picking it up…
The second thing that catches your attention is the fact that…
The back wall is wired with explosives.
This, you surmise, is what unsettled Hayley.
As for who planted the explosives…
Well, that is the third thing you notice.
For there, in the centre of the room…
You see the cause of ALL the chaos…
A tall, stocky man, clad in a large black cloak, and a big top-hat.
You don’t recognise him…
But around here, he’s known all too well as the villain notorious for swiping, copying, and borderline plagiarism…
“LORD BOCKENSWIPE!”
Hayley raises her gun. “You stop RIGHT there, you swiping scoundrel!”
“Why, Doctor Throssell,” says Lord Bockenswipe, smiling. “Such a rude way to greet a guest to your premises.”
“Not any guest I remember inviting … especially into my husband’s private vault of original ideas.”
“Well, then … I shall take my leave. Farewell, m’lady.”
And in a flash…
Lord Bockenswipe reveals a concealed detonator in his gloved hand…
And presses it!
BOOM!
The back wall of the vault simply explodes … leaving a gaping hole where the wall used to be.
And with a mad cackle…
Lord Bockenswipe scoops up his crate of stolen copy and ideas…
And rushes out the door … into a waiting getaway car full of copywriting hamster minions!
Lord Bockenswipe and the hamsters race away.
With a cry of frustration, Hayley pulls out a radio and raises the alarm.
Then you both dash through the broken wall to see…
Two armoured Humvees bursting out of a garage in pursuit!
Hayley jumps into one of them … and takes the wheel from Tom Burns, who moves to the gunner’s seat.
The second pulls up next to you, and the door flings open, revealing me inside.
“Jump in!” I cry. “We’ll catch him!”
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