The Wabbit and Wabsworth raced down to the platforms and
dodged inside a lift pursued by the Hit Rabit. But when he followed they
pressed the up button, dodged out again and sped up the stairs to meet the Hit
Rabit at the top. The Hit Rabit froze rigid at the back of the lift as the
doors opened. "Where’s his weapon?" shouted Wabsworth. The Wabbit grinned a sinister grin. "Inside him," he said quietly.
Wabsworth looked puzzled. "Liquid explosive. He’s a Kamikaze Rabit,"
said the Wabbit. "And please don’t speak too loud. It might set him
off." Wabsworth realised why he didn't detect a weapon and he was
most annoyed. "Why he is waiting for goodness sake?" asked Wabsworth
in an upset tone. "Things haven’t gone to plan for him either," said
the Wabbit. "He’s waiting for instructions from a remote source." "We
can’t stand here waiting for him to receive instructions," said
Wabsworth and he turned to face the frozen Rabit. “Give us information," he
said in a soft but menacing voice. But there was no reply. "Be
soon!" urged Wabsworth. The Hit Rabit remained silent. Wabsworth
turned to the Wabbit. "What does that red button do?" he asked.
"Press it and see," said the Wabbit. "It wasn’t there
before," said Wabsworth. "I put it there," said the Wabbit. Wabsworth
looked with horror. "Do what’s needed," said the Wabbit. "I
cannot," said Wabsworth. "He was trying to damage you," said the Wabbit. "All the same ..." said Wabsworth and
his voice trailed off. "He didn’t pay his fare," shrugged the Wabbit. Wabsworth
grimaced. "OK then," he said and he lifted his paw ...