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> Glasgow’s Bond Note; 1/16, story
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post 1st Jul 2021, 06:54am
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Within the realm of dimness, cast the shadow of Earl of Hell’s Waistcoat Mr ‘G’, his hands clapping in subversive mocking glee… definitely as he was not alone. Surprising Mr C’, though skilled to hide such futile emotion, turning to suppress his actions of laying the precise flower onto the counter, calmly talking, “Well… it had to be some grovelling worm, so it may as well be you”. No one who heard knew if it was a statement or a question, which did not matter the bloody slightest, when surrounded by so many guns pointing directly to Mr ‘C’.

The deemed traitor gradually moved towards the worktable where the two probation items laid. “You’re a pratt, Mr ‘C’…believing all these hypothesise hogwash words spouted by jaded old men, but you had a mission Mr “C” did you not? Unlike you, I was always only here for the wolf’s money, for that is what we are, we eat all the wee sheep bleeping about freedom”, with indifference Mr ‘G’ retorted. The leader’s hand edged for his handgun but received a butt end of a semi-automatic for his troubles, Doc was then kicked in the face and left bleeding where he fell. Mr ‘C’ moved not a single muscle

Imitating an edgy slinky animal, Mr ‘G’ made his way around the degenerated unhealthy men now standing like unkempt statues, “No way could I’ve done this all by myself, heaven forbid; I had the help of the Girl…by the way where the hell is she?” Mr ‘C’ changed the issue by asking who he was working for. This did not please the aggressor by any means, as his fevered arrogance elevated, savagely lashing out at the nearest prisoner to him. The feeble man buckled by the unexpected blow enhanced by the wrong end of a rifle. Another crumpled body lay where he fell.

“Where the f--- is she” came the wild crass voice not getting his way. Positive she was there, Mr ‘C’ genuinely looked around . Crowds worried M ‘C’, they were collection of people who instantly could turn into an uncontrollable mob. Personal reflections were darting through his mind …was she a collaborator? Some weird stuff happened around her, convince him she was something inhuman. As he visually scanned the area, a thunderbolt hit him hard…where is his consignment, where was the test tubes? The table was cleared.
“ Never mind I know where to pick her up…her apartment is one of the best in this bloody dump”, Mr ‘G’ crude loudmouth interrupted his thoughts.

“Now you have wondered where your cargo is as it is not where you left it and that’s for sure.” Spouted Mr “G” strutting around the empty table like a peacock who had just found the jam. “Quick thinking Girl she is”, he jeered, with the confidence of the victor, then as if an afterthought added, “She has it in safe keeping in one of her unusual hiding places”. .

No visual words or orders were seemingly given however those dark troops all wearing crash helmets, rounded up everyone bar the Doc, who was left on the floor, along with the leader …and of course Mr “C” . “We are going to revitalise that old Celtic tradition called first footing… but, with a quaint difference”, Mr ‘G’ sneered. His mouth squirted out malice, screeching like a banshee’s wail, “It will not be bringing in the new year…but cancelling all the years coming!”
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post 6th Jul 2021, 07:19pm
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As if by radar, or since he knew the way so well, Mr ‘G’ with armed bouncers, bullied and shoved the three captives directly to the female’s flat. The Doc had been given a hard time by the mindless guards, whose only function was to obey orders to the letter. They dragged the poor guy, and at one point played football with him kicking his limp body mercilessly. Just before the bottom step they stopped, as Mr ‘G’ turned with a pathetic grin on his face, called out loud, “Now come along fellow best footers, forward onto your last journey here on earth”. Heading along the narrow hallway towards the diminutive main room, only two of these robotic guards, in single file, could squeeze through

These two escorts followed the three prisoners, blocking everything from view, leaving the ruffled Mr ‘G’ squawking for them to get out the way, and don’t hinder anyone while you pass. With this obvious order, the guards did exactly this, standing to attention forcing the enraged Mr ‘G’ to further yell, “Get the f--- onto the landing” This they did taking no notice what was in front of them.
Inside the totty room was Mr ‘C’, along with the leader who was trying to support the Doc, now in a poor state. In the opposite corner, alone was the cringing Mr ‘G. so gleeful his mouth almost reached his drooped ears . Lying on the table were two objects Mr ‘C’, frantically wishing not to be there. On the rough surface was the cylinder holding the precise life restorer, along with all its delicate packaging, including the flower, which could have been the freedom blossom of Alba. This meant Mr ‘G’s’ little lady was indeed a traitor, but far worse than that; had fooled Mr ‘C.

Behind a curtain, unseen, the Girl appeared in the room wearing little in garments but showing no obvious emotions. Mr ‘C, saw something different about her, a deliberate gesture ,while giving little hint to anyone else. She mesmerized the reptile Mr ‘G’, pawing her all over with lechery’s eyes full of expectations. Every single movement of her enticing body was etched on his mind, as she slid around the room to reach the table. Then with a quickness of hand which deceived everybody, including the lecher, she grabbed the items of fraught hope, flung them straight into the stove fire.

A horrendous gasp came from all persons followed a period of disbelieving silence. This calm was broken by high pitch exasperated cry from Mr ‘G’, as he pushed away the source of his carnival craving eyes. Single-mindedly lurching himself towards the stove. In his haste, was caught by the retreating knee of the Girl, so violently it made him almost double up. He stumbled further, though half crouched, his right hand fully stretched out, trying frantically for support and balance…only resting place was the flat of the stove.

The near insane scream vibrated from Mr ‘G’, placing his palm on the red-hot stove. The bowfin stench of burning flesh rippled through the minor room instantly. His twisted face displaying absolute agony screwed up as drenching sweat discovered routes to pour from his brow. This added to the putrid smell surrounding the very unhappy creature.

With his other hand Mr ‘G’ awkwardly pulled out his revolver, waving it menacingly at the four peoples in the room, who now beyond doubt expected to be shot…or worse…be taken to be tortured .
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What happened next cannot be called strange, for calling it so does not do the facts any merit, for it was weirdly nigh impossible… but it happened all the same. Although in excruciating pain as live tears streamed down his contorted features, Mr “G” somehow managed to muster the strength to move closer to the red-hot stove. At first, it was not quite plain what he actually intended to do, but, as he got nearer to the grid, his actions had no other route.

Clutching his tortured black hand resembling a crippled baby being cradled to sleep, his other hand holding the handgun motioned them to the furthest corner possible. Carefully navigated his position opposite the grid opening, glancing to secure where his foes were, a brutalized smirk before using the tip of the revolver to open the latch. His eyes never lost their gaze straight into the centre of the stove, as if expecting something…but what?

Within the burning stove, came a mysterious pitiless squeal, which never could be match whatever known by anything human…living or dead. Mr ‘G’ stood frozen to the spot, terrified beyond reason. The fear mounted as his scowl could not alter his involuntary trembling with anxiety, seen by his captives .Without warning or any visible sign of aid or help, the grid slowly shut…suddenly, it was closed.

Mr ‘G’ let his good hand fall to his side, releasing his grip on the threatening weapon. It dropped clumsily to the floor. Then as a memorized soldier Mr ‘G’ fell to his knees, releasing a final wail of trepidation. Stunned in an instant time bubble, no one attempted to move, having no clue as to why, or what had just happened. Mr ‘C’ training allowed a calculated theory a pass, that Mr ‘G’ was waiting for instruction from an entity within the stove…but exactly how was way beyond reality

The bubble burst as Mr ‘C’ raced forward, plucked up the pistol from the floor. Numbed from emotion, he pistol-whipped against the kneeling man’s bare scull, sending him crumbling comatose to the floor. No one objected. Now Mr ‘C’ turned his attention on the Girl. His voice deliberately cold, questioned her with one word only… “Why?” His callousness meant it as a question of guilt …and the reason behind turning traitor. He had the gun, quite mindful of using it on her. Her reply totally overwhelmed him, and the other two.
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post 15th Jul 2021, 09:53am
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Unprofessionally Mr ‘C’, hesitated whether to shoot the mystery Girl, or not, who was now sitting on rusty ancient computer chair, looking straight at him. She spoke softly, “ You should have a squint inside the stove, you may be surprised?”. “How can I trust a turncoat?” he responded. Contemptuously she called out the dare, “Come on then, you’re going to take the breath of my body, so at least have the bottle to look”.

Slowly, carefully, deliberately, Mr ‘C’ approached the stove, wary of the weird presumed supernatural which added to the cruelty he witnessed in this dome. One thing was sure…she certainly had spunk. Keeping arm’s length from apparent danger lurking within the silent world of the fiery dead, warily he opened the keep. To his amazement, there was objects within, but not what he expected. Set in the cold brace, his assignment’s precious cargo of hidden water, plus the man-made miniature casket holding the blooming flower…astonished, he takes a welcome gulp of air.

Mr “C” was entirely foxed by all the unnatural activities taken place, the Girl quickly jumped in, “Mark my words…they are truly untouched, you and everybody else only see what is suggest from the will of creative supernatural ” she announced. She swiftly added “It would be wise not to ask any more than this, but it was my covert hiding place…no worse for such illusions”. “Were you the instigator?” asked Mr ‘C’ in a slightly unsteady voice. “Well,” answered the Girl “The wizard of Oz could be true, except Dorothy never returned home from the secrets of the Golden dawn , though suffice to say I believe roots without ends… I think you did too?” queried the Girl, staring straight at Mr “C”.

The Girl then lifted a green cloth of silk, revealing a small clear sphere, adding gently, “The power points of this fragile planet; Stonehenge; Skellig Islands; Serpent Mount and the Black hills may be impossible to reach but I hold their gargantuan power within”. Mr “C” felt slightly uncomfortable, for if the Girl was suggesting what he thought she was, then he was deemed one of the bad guys because he saw the burning hand in the non-existing fire. The Girl’ commanded, “Please do not approach yourselves for it is beyond us all. There is a presence of an invisible realm eternally meeting temporal earth. This is the place where there is more to the universe than perceived with our physical senses, no harm would come to the seed of life and the giver of life”, stated the Girl

Mr “G”, now imitating a cowering trapped animal, barely conscious of his senses, hiding his cunning ruthlessness of a reduced excuse for a human being, but realizing his moments are counted in the barrel of his own revolver, rigidly pointed at him. Mr “C” asked on the rest to start thinking how to escape the flat. He reminds the others that they have three immediate problems apart from being fugitives. One; the cunning rat on the floor; two; the couple of brain-dead goons outside, who only obey orders. Thirdly, the army of more mindless thugs awaiting at the base of the wallie close. Finally, he barked “Don’t waste words for they will only get in the way”

An uncomfortable silence fell on the confined group while the sleekie prisoner scouring the room with his pinball eyes, gradually spoke with indifference in his voice, “You are in a hopeless position, certainly no escape possible unless you do exactly as I say”. There was wickedness in the air as he rose from the floor, facing sneeringly at Mr ‘C’. “What did you expect me to do?... Command my troops to return to the barracks...I will handle these traitors myself, if you believe that, you are all in cuckoo land” . With a coldness he continued “No my friends….unless you do precisely as I instruct….you are dead meat”

Ending his fearsome announcement, he allowed himself time for a distasteful smile …directed straight at Mr ‘C’.
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post 20th Jul 2021, 03:06pm
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For the briefest of moments, not a single movement disturbed the silence until Mr ‘C’ told the traitor, “You’re not to be trusted, yet this is exactly what you’re going to tell your imbeciles”; The fury of pronunciation with the last word was certainly not wasted on anyone present except Mr ‘G’, looking confused and horrified at the same time. “When we are finished, you’ll scream while being dropped back into the sewer where you came from; so just shut your gob !”. Mr ‘C’. put his hand into a pocket, pulled-out a tiny tape recorder. Pressing the correct button, it played back exactly what the traitor said….word for word.

Mr ‘C’ clarifies, “If I edit this message in a special way, add the one collected earlier on, into one concise communication …I think we can trick these goons.” Just then Mr “G”, without the others seeing him do so, rushed for the door then screamed, “Action; Action, I’m being…”, not one more syllable left his lips as he unwillingly sprawled across the floor. The Doc had stopped him dead, with the help of an old-fashioned fire extinguisher walloped across his nasty nut. “That will take the heat off the moment” cracked the medical man, grinning as he added “That’s for him letting his vicious guard use me like a bloody bladder”

“Glad you’re on our side Doc, I’d hate to miss my medical bill if that’s how you deal with a patient”, glibly responded Mr ‘C’, taking the strain from the severe position they were all in. “Doc, have you anything which will knock this bandit out that won’t kill him”. “We need him alive if we can follow what I intend to do”, swiftly explains, “I’ll need all your strength and everyone’s if we are going to bluff our way out of this hole”. Turning to the Girl, who was ready to go into hiding, Mr ‘C’ lowered his natural strong voice, “I’m really sorry the way I treated you, though not quite sure what and how it happened but thanks for the much-needed help”. The Girl just smiled.

Turning back Mr ‘C’ asked the leader if there were any firearms near or was this the only weapon he could depend on. The answer was given by a simple shrug of the shoulders. Just then the Doc returned to the main room with some kind of liquid and a large purple pill.

“I carry four of these wee beauties in case there is no hope, but one should suffice for our needs”

“You mean you don’t know Doc?”. “There are no guarantees, or certainties in the whole universe, only a maybe” answered the medic man. “Well, we have no choice but to run with its Doc, dish the dirt” ordered Mr ‘C’. Doc forced the pill down the throat of the turncoat, followed by the putrid liquid as the human rat screwed up his haggled face. He was about to say they would never get ten metres, when the leader gave him such a kick in the ribs. The double agent flaked unconscious . The leader wondered if this was déjà vu … or had he been automatically dreaming.

Coolly explaining what his plan was, what they had to do to succeed, Mr ‘C’ with great emphasis that this little creep had to look normal if it was to work. “If you two hold him up and walk with him, but make sure not one of these robotic guards see his actual lips”. He turned to the Girl again, to inform her of her roll…although shocked at his suggestion realized the necessity of complying with the plan.

Checking everything and armed with the tapes volume ready to switch on… at full blast, Mr “C” nodded to the rest. The e Girl takes hold of her courage…opens up the flat’s main door.
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The trapped group held their breaths as the creaky old door moved half a jar, before Mr ‘C’ pushes the tape recorder button, sending his altered message clear as a bell convincingly louder than expected, apparently being shouted from behind the door inside. “ All of you return to your barracks, quickly”, repeating the very words sputtered out with contempt ,just a short while ago …but not in that order. Immediately, the Girl opened the door fully ajar so that the armed guards could see their commander, standing there in-between two men.

The sentries stood motionless, then routinely saluted, turned, and marched down the remainder of the stairway following the verbal instruction to the letter. What was actually gruffly said between them, could not be heard in the flat even with the door as it was, however there was no mistaking loud boots marching, fading into the night. Making sure Mr ‘G’ was securely tied and gagged, the cautious Mr ‘C’ knew he had to trust the Leader/Doc and the amazing Girl, mainly because this was their back yard. He asked the leader how long it would take to be in a safe place. “Not too long but it would be much easier without excess baggage”, pointing to the slivering bonded turncoat; “Let me finish the job right now and just leave him here”. “Wish I could but remember, if any patrol comes back, finds this rat dead, then they will pull all resources to find us”. This made military sense to comply with, although the leader had dire revenge on his mind. Mr ‘C’, with almost a chuckle in his voice. added, “And anyway…you never know when he will come in handy?”.

He kept back so the prisoner would not see him check the valuable cargo, then restore it about his person. Just as he was ready to move off, the Girl staring closely into his eyes as she brushed past him. By resolve or accidentally, their fingertips touch, sending unexpectedly past emotional cherished moments between them when isolated from the group earlier. For a few fleeting moments, waffled a sharp strange feeling, which he believed such sentiments were dormant within his cynical shell. Pleasingly looking closely at her tiny face… completely surprised at finding an illusionary island…oblivious to its crappy surroundings.
He felt instantly gentle, yet protective at the same time, resisting the want to look into her eyes, tempting though they were, captivating his inner deep emotions, wishing he could swim for ever more in a cerebral whirlpool. Then, as it was suddenly started; ended just as sharp, he felt at one with her and more important…he knew she felt the same.

Not a single word was spoken by the small group going downed the warped stairs melting into the night. Eventually after twisting and turning at one point back on themselves, they arrived at an appointed destination the leader called a ghost station. Not all that long ago, this was the place the massacre happened, which the leader argued was the very location the authorities would doubtfully look or search again. Mr ‘G’ turned pathetically white, for he also understood what this place was where his inborn cruelty went out of order…all down to him.

“We may as well take some time to rest, for we are uncertain when the opportunity will come again, plus more important, there is some hidden supplies stocked in cashes,” instructed the leader, himself looking knackered. One sharp boot from the Doc sent Mr ‘G’ scattering into a filthy corner. The doc waited for a few moments, then cursed, “I’m going to have you blaggard…and that’s an end to it!”. At that very moment, the petrified captive realized his jailer meant it…….but when will it come?
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Everything around spoke of hellish hard times of human neglect, yet if anyone dared the trouble to glance closer at the pulp apparatus Mr ‘C’, while he was observing the Girl, they could not help but notice the distinct difference from his scary steel cold eyes glower. No fain blinks between them…no acknowledgment yet faintly his eyes mellowed while in her direction, as far as a ruthless hired dispatcher of his calibre could reflect an inner need or want. No friends or relations to speak, few enemies left alive at any time, yet it appeared she filled a void that he himself did not know existed. His stare was kindly but not as a lover visually fondles a cleek, more a protector for a hopeful protégé, a special virginal castle in the air between life in a merciless cold world.

The leader had no such fudging while observing Mr ‘G’ play the anxious prisoner, whilst just waiting for an open opportunity to practices his deception and flee. The leader also knew that his tiny band were not exactly made up for survival, for Doc only wished revenge, Mr ‘C’ was a killer, and the Girl was just one big bloody mystery. How this mixed bag was to be the saviours of the human race…. if so, it was all turning out wrong. The leader questioned the stony Mr ‘C’, if the priceless cargo was safe, not only to double check but to ease his anxious mind. The trained slayer answered he had regularly checked the precious freight was safe inside his home-made leather baldric.

Meanwhile, Mr ‘G’ was waiting to pounce at any given opportunity, though still performing publicly shivered and snivelling whenever any eye looked over his way. Entirely secretive he had acquired something handy, hid it from view from his captives until need. Some food was spread around silently, then eaten carefully along with a manky bottle of an unnamed substance passed as liquid…so the feast in the dungeons could be washed down.

Eventually Mr “C” threw a couple of mouthfuls, and the dregs of the reputed liquid to prevent the caught cretin becoming dehydrated… not because of a suddenly spirit of the Lord Jehovah, or for any humanity purpose, but that spy was useful, either dead or alive, but useless fatigued beyond endurance. Time was pressing the need to move off again, The Girl went first, followed by Doc, the now smelly Mr ‘G’ deliberately stumbling. The Leader followed quite a nose breath behind… bringing up the rear…Mr ‘C’.

They moved swiftly towards the obscure objective, dodging many patrols who seemed to be on full alert. Each time the leader chose a new and complicated route, somehow the regime forces were ether near or almost spot on their objective; but the small convert group succeeded diversely moving in and out of these situations, quiet as mice. At one rather dicey point; passing directly under a full body of enemy guards. Within a couple of hours their original destination practically just footsteps away. The small group still hidden from noticeable view as the leader was being realistic and careful, even though the underground fighters, from the next quarter of the domed city, had made contact, via portable speakers.

In the distance some hundred or so metres over to the left, could be described as a makeshift parade ground totally empty. Then it happened, starting simply enough by both sides being extra vigilant, because of the dire seriousness this escapade meant to the free peoples of Alba… if not… the entire planet
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Cautiously, the Girl stood up, began a pre-arranged signal to her counter partners across the spare piece of ground. Up sprang Mr ‘G’ as quick as a flash, apparently free from all bonds pulling something sharp from his tatty coat. Hardly a second passed, he plunged a concealed knife into the unprotected back of the Girl. As if it was a wicked cartoon, everyone in the small band stood motionless, even the sleekit predator. Then the cruel spell was broken forever. Mr ‘C’, lounge his muscular body forward grabbing the rat by the privates, forcing the slippery marauder to the ground, landing in such force, set the captive screaming in chronic pain. Mr ‘C’ intensified his grip, so much so, that the victim was screeching. Mr ‘C’ instinctively knew the Girl was certainly dead, almost from the moment the vile weapon struck.

Something unattainable lingered, care as he might have, emotion was switched off, nothing he could do to help her lifeless body lying crumpled on the floor. Mr ‘Cs’ training insisted on action against any adversity, but it was his choice to act physically, experiencing an unexplainable rage as he pounced like a wild animal. The tearful intensity of the grip Mr ‘C’ had on Mr ‘G’, prevented all muscular happenings in the little creep’s body, now including sound. Mr ‘C’ had no true recognition of the force he was wringing the agonized turncoat, yet, if he had it would have made little difference. The wee slithering toad’s bulging eyes, just like a frog, with facial skin dark grey. Abruptly the uncontrollable tears ceased… if he had reached his maximum endurance of pain.

A single shot rang into the double agent head, forcing Mr “C” back from the brink of insanity. The bloody body suddenly went limp, falling heavily on the floor. Mr ‘C’ own focus returned in time to see a smoking gun pointing to the floor, there stood the Doc in a desperate state. Raising his head slowly to face directly at Mr ‘C’, he called out, “Sorry for spoiling your fun, the swine would only have said what we wanted to hear”. He added; “Anyway, his balls were so tight he could not open his mouth”. The Doc then kept his promise by giving the dead Mr “G” several low based kicks good and strong

Looking at the agent’s facial expression, the Doc continued, “I liked the girl as well, but she is not the answer; in fact she’s not even the question…We have to deliver this vital information deep into the heart of the capital, where the rebels are, needing the evidence that won’t last forever”. The Doc could see a Mr ‘Cs” different expression of determination…to see the mission ended. The Doc didn’t mean to ask but it came out anyway “Can I come with you? I won’t get in your way, and I might be some help in a tight corner”.

The leader looked up without showing anything...walked outside, leaving the two of them to their private conversation. Surprisingly quiet spoken Mr ‘C’ replied, “Doc, you have your battle and I’ll have mine and thanks for I would have strangled the little shit?” The Doc was going to say that he had the wrong end….but thought better of it
All the time, Mr ‘C’ was thinking, amateurs are all right in their way, but they do get tied down by morals and the like. No good in this line of work…for that is all it was for Mr ‘C’. Not to save humanity…not for a better existence….not for love; his thoughts hesitated for just a split second.

. Mr ‘C’ Strongly shook both men’s hands…but with some compassion, so thought Doc. Into the unknown Mr ‘C’ departed…enduring all to complete his mission

The End…
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