Chapter Five: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/five-out-of-five-for-length.html
Chapter Six: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.com/2012/04/its-been-too-long.html
Chapter Seven: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/short-chapter.html
The title of this post is very accurate indeed. You see, this is the last chapter I have written. I intend of course to write some more, at least another chapter, by the time next Saturday rolls around. This is also another short chapter, so some small apologies there. I also have to say a thank you to Jessie for supplying me with the name The 9th Circle. I asked her for ideas and that was one I liked, and she told me to give her credit.
Enjoy folks! I really should have more for you next week.
When Trent woke up he wondered what he was doing in his vault with everything he would need for another journey packed up in front of him. Then he remembered, checked the time, and grabbed everything and made a dash for the door. He opened up the ship and put everything inside the cargo hold before heading back out to close the vault. It had two closing settings. If he closed it from a room inside the vault it would close quite quickly to prevent people breaking in, and if he were to close it from the entrance it would give him half a minute to get out before closing. He entered the code to close the door, dashed up the steps and hopped into his ship. He got it up in the air, punched in the coordinates for the hospital and this time decided to let it fly itself. He needed to get a shower and sort himself out before he got there.
A few hours later he arrived at the shipyard again and set himself down before making the short journey to the hospital. He asked the receptionist if Daniel was in his office and after finding out that he was, set off for there. He figured if anyone knew where Geoff was it would be the good doctor. He knocked on the door and Osbourne called for him to enter. When Daniel saw who it was he stood up and shook Trent's hand.
“Here to pick up Geoff?” he asked. “He's been going kind of crazy thinking you weren't going to turn up, you left it a little later than he would have liked.”
“Sorry 'bout that” Trent said, “I overslept a little and rushed over here. You got any idea where he is?”
“He's at home by now, but I can contact him. Want me to get him to come here?”. Trent thought about it. There was one last item of business before they took off.
“Actually before that I was wondering if you knew if The 9th Circle was still open?", he asked. Daniel looked horrified at just the mention of the name. “The 9th Circle? Why would you want to go there?”. Trent just shrugged.
“I got business there. You think you can tell Geoff to meet me there?”
“Only if you promise to keep him safe. I mean it, if he gets hurt, I will have your head.”. Trent held up his hand and flashed a smile.
“Hey if a finger grew back I wonder if my head will.”. He took on a more serious look before continuing. “But I promise I'll bring the kid back safe and sound to say goodbye before we go, I won't let anyone hurt him. You have my word, and don't question the word of a southern gentleman like myself.”. Daniel wasn't sure just what the word of a southern gentleman was worth, but decided to believe him. After taking in that a man's finger had indeed grown back, he sat back down at his desk.
“I'll tell him to meet you there.” he said to Trent. Just remember our promise. I'll be here for another three hours, I want him back here by then.”
“Three hours huh? I can have him back by then, or at the least get him to give you a call. I'll see you later then Doc. Thanks.” Trent said before leaving the office.
Daniel got up and walked to the door to shout after him “For the last time, it's Daniel, or Doctor Osbourne, NOT DOC!”. Trent raised his hand again but Daniel thought he could hear him laughing.