Once Campy had his bike fit to ride, he followed the Belgian to a room nearby, it was the boiler room where a large cold furnace, fueled by coal, sat in the middle of the room, to one side was a bin of coal and above it a large trap door. Just as the Belgian explained his plan to shimmy up the coal shoot, they could hear voices and yells getting closer by the second.
"We will have to pass the bike up as we go, it will be dangerous. If we slip, the bike and us will fall into the lap of Jean Claude and his men." The Belgian looked around, the voices were now loud and clear. "We must hurry Campy they will search here soon."
The two men grabbed the bike and walked on top of the raw coal in its bin. Campy held the trap open for the Belgian to climb up first. He did so by pushing his back on one side of the shoot and his feet on the other. When he raised up as far as he could, Girlymann lifted the bike up to him. Then Campy crawled in. The quarters were tight, especially as the domestic held on to Campy's bike with one hand on one side of the shoot while Campy squeezed passed him on the other. Their bodies sliding, slick with sweat and coal dust pass one another. By the time they passed the bike once more they could hear voices in the boiler room and decided to holed as still as possible.
With all the disturbed coal dust, Girlymann felt his nose being tickled by a sneeze.
To be continued......
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