The Adventures of Campy Girlymann Continue

It was strangely quiet once the iron door stopped.  Girlymann stepped into a hall and as he held his breath, waiting for the sound of alarm, he thought he heard rats.  It looked like a great place for vermin, dank somewhat, with little light to see by. He was in a hall connected to a series of what looked like barred jail cells. Each curved as if they were the foundation of the estate. Campy walked down the aisle of cells, some looked used recently, others not at all but near the end he heard something.

"S'il vous plaît?"  The voice said in a voice weak and in pain.

Campy stepped in front of the cell and saw the wretched body of the Belgian domestic.  His eyes and cheeks sallow. He was filthy with sweat and smears that defied identity. The Belgian's mouth dropped then his eyes brightened, he began to weep and rushed to the iron bars that held him.

"Where's the key to unlock you? Do you know?"

The captive looked at the old iron key in Campy's hand and pointed to it.

Girlymann smiled and immediately used the key to open the cell. He grabbed the Belgian and lifted him easily. "What the fuck did they do to you?"

"Quick. Your bike Campy. The De Rosa is in the main room. Leave me."

"I ain't leaving you or the bike. Can you ride mate?"

"I've done nothing but. I rode the De Rosa to supply Jean Claude and his friends power for their play room."

While the Belgian talked, Campy had carried him into the the main room. There was the De Rosa to the side of a large main room that held electronic games and televisions, looking much of a perverted game room for the ultra wealthy. The De Rosa was near a side wall with the rear wheel sitting on a drum to run a generator. Campy gritted his teeth, put the Belgian down and went to his bike.

"Monsieur Campy, we must hurry. They must know you're here."

"I had to knock one the bastards out, but will make it buddy. Just hang on."

Campy looked for the front wheel and when he saw it against the wall he placed the quick release of the wheel in the forks and snapped the handle in place.

"Mate, can you ride?"

"I can Campy."

Girlymann pulled out an energy bar from his jersey and gave it to the Belgian. "Take it."

The Belgian fell on it, ripping the wrapper off with his teeth. When he finished, which wasn't long, Girlymann gave him another and asked if he knew another way out that wasn't the secret passage.

The Belgian said there were two other ways out other than the secret passage that Campy came by.  But he had a better idea, one that he had been thinking of if he ever had a chance to escape.

Campy asked what it was....

To be continued....