person wearing the bracelet was
protected by a very powerful force. Tom wasted no time in securing the bracelet
to his wrist.
“There’s just one more present,” said Donald.
Tom looked up with a quizzical look. Everything he had wanted or
could have asked for was in front of him. What else could there be?
“Here,” said Donald, handing Tom what looked like a remote
control.
Tom looked at the small remote with only two buttons.
“What is it?” he asked.
“It’s a surprise,” replied Donald mysteriously.
Tom looked around his bedroom, hoping to find a receiver for the
signal but could not see anything. He pressed the button marked 1. Nothing
happened. He pressed Button 2. Nothing happened. He looked up at the sniggering
audience.
“Can I at least have a clue?” he asked.
“OK,” replied Lela. “You’re very cold.”
Tom looked at Lela as he got up and walked around his room.
“Still very cold,” said Lela.
He walked into the hallway.
“Warmer,” she said.
He continued down the hallway, past the elevator door and towards
the games room. Nobody followed.
“Getting colder,” called out Donald from Tom’s doorway.
Tom walked back to the elevator door.
“Warmer,” said Lela.
Tom pressed the call button and the elevator doors opened. He
stepped in and was quickly joined by the others. His finger hovered over the
First Floor button.
“Cold,” said Lela.
He moved his finger down to the Ground Floor button.
“Slightly warmer,” said Lela.
His finger moved to the Basement button.
“Very warm,” said Lela smiling.
He pressed the button and the doors soon opened onto the vast
basement complex beneath the Kennedy Estate. The estate itself covered over 20
square miles of Scottish countryside on the banks of Loch Lomond and was a mere
twenty minutes by helicopter from Glasgow, the Global HQ of Alba International,
his father’s company
Donald had purchased the estate on his return from honeymoon
fourteen years earlier. The events leading to Tylanni’s death had unleashed a fanatical obsession about security
which , over the years, had only increased as his family and wealth had
grown.
The corridor they stepped into was almost identical to the one
they had left behind, richly decorated and carpeted. The only difference was
the lack of natural light, unsurprising at fifty feet below ground level.
Tom, still in his pyjamas, looked at his father for more clues.
There were miles of tunnels which linked all the
buildings on the estate as well as numerous garages, housing his father’s
collection of cars. They had also installed a number of emergency bunkers and a fifty seat state-of-the art cinema. His father just
smiled back. He wasn’t going to give anything away.
More in frustration than in the belief that anything would
happen, Tom hit button ‘1’ again. A noise to his right alerted him to something
moving. As he turned towards the noise, a panel opened in the wall, revealing a
dark space. Tom felt around the edges for some kind of light switch but there
was nothing.
“Try the second button?” suggested Lela excitedly.
He moved into the centre of the opening and pressed the second
button. The dark hole exploded into light as giant lamps lit the void. In the
centre of a large hangar stood a white structure with four hydraulic legs, a
staircase and a walkway.
Tom was speechless. He just stared open mouthed at the brilliant
white structure.
“Well, what do you think?” asked Donald as he watched Tom’s face.
Tom couldn’t stop staring at the structure.
“It’s un
– believa - ble …I
mean WOW! Unbelievable!! A simulator!!! You got me a simulator!!! I
can’t believe it!!!”
Tom loved flying and everything to do with it. He
didn’t need to be told anything about the structure in front of him , he knew everything about it . He was staring at a CAE
simulator for the new Airbus A380, the largest commercial jet ever built. AlbAir , his father’s airline had just