W…A…Y…N…E…?
you always were the clever one. my name was supposed to be blocked, but separating the letters! brilliant!
Finn wasn’t convinced it was Wayne on the other end of this written conversation. He could be an imposter.
Finn typed: you have something I found, but you kept.
it’s magical, what is it?
He anxiously awaited the answer. This question, he felt, would determine if it was in fact Wayne.
uncle wait’s pen
Finn cursed at the screen, not meaning to. It really was Wayne. No one but he and the other DHIs knew that answer.
An unusual feeling overcame Finn. For months he’d wondered if Wayne had died or been captured by the Overtakers. Thrilled to now reconnect with him, he let his fingers hover over the keyboard.
Where to start?
A Disney old-timer and former Imagineer, Wayne knew more about Disney World than any living person. He had once counted Walt Disney himself as a personal friend. A legend in Disney circles, his name often appeared on blogs.
He was responsible for Finn and his friends’ becoming DHIs in the first place. He had created the concept and had overseen the development of the software. More important, as far as Finn could tell, he controlled a secret group of Cast Members that opposed the Overtakers’ attempt to gain control of the Magic Kingdom.
we’re not safe here. do you have video abilities?
yes.
then go onto the web site: www.dgamer.com/vmk. it’s a secure link. but before you do that, you’ll need to write something something down.
Finn wondered if Wayne had been in a coma or something. He typed: vmk was shut down months ago.
to the public, yes. the site had to be closed for security reasons. write this down. at the sign-on, use the username: imagineer1. your password is our uncle’s full name spelled backward with no dashes or spaces.
Finn quickly scribbled down yensidtlaw. walt-disney spelled backward.
okay. got it.
you will see a video link button on the landing page. right click on that button: it will open up a video chat with me. see you in a minute.
The sudden closing of VMK had come as a shock to Finn and his friends. News that the Web site remained accessible surprised him. But he didn’t doubt Wayne for a moment. Wayne lived and worked in a secret world. He was full of surprises.
* * *
“It’s really you,” Finn gasped, seeing the man’s weathered face on his computer screen. There was no telling how old Wayne was, but he wasn’t young.
The video signal wasn’t perfect: static overlaid Wayne’s face, and the sound of his voice was crackling and uneven. He looked and sounded older than Finn remembered him.
“You don’t have much time,” he said, causing gooseflesh to ripple up Finn’s arms.
“Excuse me?” Finn replied.
Wayne was continually checking over his shoulder, as if afraid of being found out, which Finn found disturbing.
“You were lucky at the Park tonight,” Wayne said.
“You were there?”
“Never mind about me. You were there. That’s all that matters.”
“It was Maleficent.”
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
Finn kept his summary of the evening’s events as short and succinct as possible. He described spotting Amanda and Jez during the start of the parade; of later seeing a pair of monkeys in the bushes near the crowd. Wayne quizzed him about the monkeys. Then Finn described his being chased up Escher’s Keep, and finished with Maleficent’s daring escape out the window and down Tinker Bell’s zip line.
“We’d moved her there,” Wayne said. “Third move in as many weeks. We had intelligence that the Overtakers were planning for her escape. We thought by moving her around frequently…But it obviously wasn’t enough.”
“What about the weather balloon? The lightning strike?”
“The apartment was locked down like a jail cell. Sealed tight. We had to provide a way out in case of fire, but the closest exit was locked from the inside. Our security guard would have had to open that door for her to escape.”
“The Dapper Dan chasing us…was he one of your guys?”
“You had no way of knowing that.”
But I should have, Finn thought. The Dapper Dan had known the way up the Keep. Only Wayne could have taught him the route.
“We put on an ankle bracelet that would send an alarm if she moved more than fifty feet from the transmitter,” Wayne explained. “It housed a GPS transmitter, so we could track her down. They used the power of the lightning strike to break open the bars. Nothing short of a small bomb would have accomplished that. The lightning also temporarily knocked out the power, which was crucial for her to escape. They bought her enough time to cut the ankle bracelet off. We found it up there in the Tinker Bell tower.”
That didn’t sound good. “So she’s just…gone?”
“I doubt very far. A green face tends to stick out. It’s control of the Park that she’s after. She’ll stay in the Park, we think. But to accomplish her goal of domination, she’ll have to rebuild, and reorganize the Overtakers. And she’ll need the five of you out of the way. You defeated her last time. She won’t risk that happening again.”
Finn didn’t like the way Wayne said that so calmly. Out of the way? He tried to wrap his mind around the fact that they were talking about a Disney character—villain or not—as if she were human. And after all that he and the other DHIs had been through, it wasn’t so hard. Something weird was going on, and somehow they were now a big part of it. Whatever kind of being Maleficent was, however it was that she existed, her presence was very real, as was the threat to the DHIs.
“She needs cold, don’t forget, or at least the illusion of cold. She loses her powers in the heat. For this and other reasons, we think she’s likely gone to the Animal Kingdom.”
“Because?”
“There are several attractions there that are kept quite chilly. And of course there’s Everest.”
“Is that where Jez is?”
Wayne’s face tightened. “You want to explain that, please?”
Finn told him the rest of what had happened. He related what Willa had told him briefly upon their meeting by the castle: that Jez had been replaced by a DHI and the real Jez had vanished.
“That’s why I was IMing the others,” he explained. “At midnight we were going to meet and try to figure out how to get Jez back.” He listened to himself say that, and wondered what chance they had against Maleficent. Then he checked the computer clock and, seeing it was well past midnight, wondered why no one else had joined the chat.
“Amanda,” Finn continued, “supposedly said something about Jez being…different. Like she’s a Cast Member or something.”
“She’s not a Cast Member,” Wayne said knowingly. If he knew something about Jez, he hid it well, for although the reception was poor—sparking and sputtering—his expression didn’t change.
“What I’m going to tell you now,” Wayne said, “is done so in the strictest confidence. Do you understand me, Finn? You can share what you must with your friends, but only if absolutely necessary, and only if they promise to protect the information. It’s critical to the safety of all of us.”
“I promise.” A second chill raced through Finn.
Wayne glanced suspiciously over his shoulder for the umpteenth time. “I’m in hiding, as you must be aware by now. The Overtakers are said to have obtained the DHI technology. They are working on projecting me—turning me into a DHI so that they could mislead our efforts to defeat them. And if they managed to contain my DHI when I was sleeping…well…you saw what happened to your friend Maybeck.”