I spend a great deal of time feeling proud of Solefield boys, but I am especially thrilled to see this book take form. Our boys are so creative! Once again, they have proven that no lockdown can hold them back. They continue to amaze me with their imagination. Well done, boys!
1. Mission: Danger by Alex M
2. The Accident by Adam A
3. Marked for Slaughter Horowitz's story, continued by Alexander Y
4. Skeleton Key cont ... by Edward R
5. The American Spy Force by Morton S
6. The Secret Spy by Maxim O
7. The Robbery by Harry G
8. "Look out!" by Harry R
9. Fatal Gunshot by Finlay C
10. Boss by Kinnear J
11. Troubling Waters by Andrew W
12. The White Van by Samuel W
13. The Mystery of Theresa May by Soren K
14. The Void by George B
15. Unplugged by Ben H
16. My Last Words by Chris H
17. Operation Future Juice by Will W
18. Come Calling by Taran T
19. A Dark Night by Joshua C
20. Get Me Home! by Logan H
21. Free Fall by Joseph B
22. Mammeth Astro: The Bomb Game by Jasper T
23. Proximity Mug by James W
24. The Quest of the Lost Spider by Harry C
25. Stormbreaker told in the first person narrative by Fernando D
26. Under the Mask by Arthur M
27. "Speak!" by Ethan A
by Alex M
He pushed open the heavy, reinforced steel door that barred his way. As he did so, he removed a thin, cylindrical item from his pocket, and scanned the room with it. “All clear,” he muttered to himself, instantly regretting it as he remembered the noise-sensitive security installed on the premises. He swore silently, before moving swiftly into the cavernous space before him. However, before he had walked barely a few metres into the room, his foot snagged on something, and he took a tumble into the blackness. Immediately, bells started ringing, klaxons sounded, alarms bleeped. He struggled to stand up, desperately trying to disentangle himself from the mass of wires encasing his skinny legs. He swore, there was no point being quiet now, as all the security personnel would have been alerted of his whereabouts, and already be on their way. Raising himself up, now fully released from the mass of wires, he ran – but would he escape?...
The intruder woke up in a bare room, stripped of its wallpaper, stripped of its friendliness, stripped of its life. He tried to stand, however the strong iron restraints clamped mercilessly around his ankles prevented him.
Suddenly, he became aware of a severe burning sensation in his lower legs, his gaze sharpened, and his eyes snapped down in the gloom. That was when he noticed the dried blood clasping the restraints to his raw, tattered skin. He tried to ease the metal up a fraction, only for fresh ruby red liquid to gush from his ankles, like water from a mountain spring. With exhaustion and shock, he sighed – like steam from a kettle - as he drifted back into the wispy myths of sleep.