sure how to answer that question. “In a way I suppose that we were friends, you did something and I hated you, for a while anyway. You redeemed yourself by saving one of the men that went on to betray me.”
“So what happens to me?” Will asked.
“I don’t know, I guess you are still in the sixties, or perhaps the seventies. Unless Faraday got to you.”
“Who is that?”
“One of the men that betrayed me.”
“So what did I do to him?”
“You raped his wife.”
Will did not reply.
“Bobby I think the saltwater is messing with your thoughts. You need to help me escape. My wife and child are out there somewhere, I cannot stay cooped up in this cell and just pray that everything is going to be alright. I have a responsibility to protect them.”
Will would usually have shouted down Emmerich, but the shock from what Bobby had said still rendered him silent.
“Emmerich I’m sorry but this is a death camp. People do not leave this place, we will not leave this place.”
Chapter 17
Faraday and Guy walked into the Auld Hole in the Wall, it felt strange to be back after so many years. The pub hadn’t changed a bit, although when they entered there was no one there except the barmaid. The left-hand side was the bar, the door opened into the middle of the pub, at both sides there were comfy couches, and at the right-hand side was a television hanging on the wall. Faraday noticed that Guy wasn’t staring at it this time. Instead, he was looking around the empty pub.
“It looks like you were right. That man did lie to us.” Guy stated.
Faraday considered the statement. “I think there’s a good chance of that. That’s what Jacob does.”
“What should we do?”
“Let’s get a drink.”
They approached the bar and Faraday ordered two pints. The barmaid was an attractive woman, perhaps in her early twenties. She had brown hair and dark brown eyes, she was slim and about 5ft 7in. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt. She smiled at Guy and Faraday as though she had known them for years. When she put the pints down on the bar, Faraday realised he had no British currency.
“I actually only have dollars.” He said apologetically.
“On the house, Mr Faraday.” She said with a smile.
“Are you a friend of Jacob’s?” Faraday asked.
“I am, my name is Scarlett. Who is your friend?”
“This is Guy Fawkes.”
Scarlett didn’t seem to recognise the name, but she shook his hand.
“Very pleased to meet you.” She said, in her Scottish accent.
“You too my lady.” Guy said, smiling back at her.
“So where are the others?” Faraday asked.
“The others are here as well, they suggested perhaps we should have a chat and get to know one another.”
“How many of you are there?” Guy asked.
“Well, I suppose there are three of us.” She replied, before pouring herself a glass of white wine.
“Only three?” Faraday asked, a little disappointed.
“How many were you expecting?”
“Well, the way Jacob said he had men on the ground, it made me think that there were quite a lot of you.”
“Shall we have a seat?” Scarlett replied, walking around the bar before locking the door. Faraday and Guy took a seat at the high table in the middle of the pub, facing the television, which was on the opposite side of the room from the bar.
“That television is even better than the one in your house.” Guy said, gazing towards the television.
“Yes they are much better than they were in the sixties.” Faraday agreed.
Scarlett took her seat opposite Guy at the table.
“So how much did Jacob tell you?” She began.
“He said that Abaddon nuked the Russians, Vietnam and Korea. He said that America essentially dominate the world and that Alex Salmond will be assassinated.”
“Well then you are up to date, we