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lying unconscious.
    He made himself gag, forcing as much of the rice out as he could.
    â€œPhew, th-th-th that w-w-w-as a close one, n-n-n-no?” He coughed. His stutter had worsened with his fear. “S-s-s-silly m-m-m-e, n-n-n-o?”
    Mundi’s hands were still tightly bound behind him. He groped for the watch on his wrist with his fingers. He was thankful he had it.
    â€œI m-m-must m-m-make c-c-ontact, n-no? For s-s-someone to c-c-come and s-s-save m-me,” he mumbled. But what if someone caught him texting on his wristwatch phone? Whom should he contact? His mother or his friends? An avalanche of questions assailed him.
    â€œI h-h-have o-o-only one ch-ch-chance, n-no?” Mundi mumbled through his chattering teeth.
    Unknown to his kidnappers, Mundi had a special ability – he was a math genius and as a result he saw everything in numbers. He could tap on the calculator without even looking at it. When others his age were still teething, he had already mastered the calculator and the number pad. This time, it was no different. He knew where each number was on his watch phone. And he knew the letters on each number key.
    Quickly, he started piecing together his message, recalling the seconds he counted and the speed of the van he was travelling in. “Right, at 60km/h, 29 seconds straight. Traffic light, straight 138 seconds. Left turn, 136 seconds…”
    As soon as he started tapping on his watch phone, he heard a voice outside.
    â€œIs the boy asleep yet?” It was a gruff voice. It belonged to a man.
    â€œHe should be,” a woman replied. “I gave him the curry rice drugged with the sedative already.”
    â€œThe se-se-se-sedative?” Mundi cringed. “Oh n-n-no, am I-I-I going to-to sl-sl-sleep soon, n-n-no?” He yawned.
    The door creaked open. Mundi quickly closed his eyes and leaned backwards, pretending to sleep.
    â€œYes, see… he is fast asleep,” the woman remarked. “Let’s call that man to come and get him so we can get the money and get out of here!”
    They shut the door. Mundi opened his eyes. He knew he had to compose his message fast. Quickly, he keyed in the letters and numbers one by one. The more he keyed, the dizzier he felt.
    How can I feel sleepy? I didn’t eat much of the rice at all, no? he thought.
    His eyelids felt heavier and heavier. But Mundi fought hard. He bit his tongue to keep himself awake.
    â€œFo-cus, M-M-Mundi,” he slurred and stammered. His hands felt so weak. He summoned every ounce of strength he had. He felt his consciousness leaving him. Numbers flashed through his complex brain and soon he was multiplying and subtracting random numbers that didn’t even make sense.
    He had almost finished his text when he decided, “I think I-I-I ha-ha-ha-have to-to send it, n-n-now.” He blinked hard one last time. With his thumb, he punched “Send”, and then his fingers relaxed and he leaned backwards and slumped in the chair with his eyes closed. For real this time.

CHAPTER 8: IT’S A CONSPIRACY
    Back in class, we received all kinds of looks, like we were responsible for losing the race. And now we had lost Mundi? Miss Jacobs, our Math teacher, was halfway through the class and this time she was talking about balloons.
    â€œMr Tan gave 350 balloons to Mr Chua and he gave another 45% to Mr Boon…” she read from the Math textbook. Usually, I would be yawning by now. Just the thought of old men giving kiddie balloons to each another was enough to send me off to dreamland. But today was different. My mind was on Mundi and Mundi alone.
    Was he being tortured at this very moment? Who would want to take him? Could Mr Grosse have been right? Could someone have kidnapped him for his brains? And if that someone had found out about his ability, were the rest of us safe? What about Clandestino? Hadn’t Clan mentioned something about hiding his ability from some bad men?