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a nice Chicken kebab you d soon forget him.
He s an integral member of the team! Wilson admonished
him. That dear little Chicken has been with us through thick and
thin. He s a trooper. Do you think we would have got this far
without him?
This far? Julius raised his voice angrily. We lost Satan!
We failed!
The Chicken got us this far!
Yes but now we ve apparently given up on Satan, which is
bizarre given that we all swore to get him, can t we dispose of
him?
No we can t! That would be dishonourable, Wilson went
back to chopping the vegetables. Anyway, we have not given up
on Satan. We are merely re-grouping and will go after him again
soon.
When?
The sequel.
Oh I see.
The publishers have suggested it be called The Adventures
of Wilson but I whole heartedly objected to the mere thought of
it.
After dinner they sat in the living room where Detective
Inspector Banks showed them, using a projector, how they would
rescue Karim Khan. Julius stood rigidly at the back. Banks showed
them a pie chart which was all red. Benjamin put his hand up.
Bunt? Banks said after pointing at him.
Yes sir, he cleared his throat. I don t understand the pie
chart?
In what way Bunt?
What does the red mean?
It shows the percentage of us meeting with a grim death.
The green, he pointed to a barely visible green line within the
pie. Is the percentage showing our chances of success.
Well there s a morale boost, grumbled Julius.
Is that only a few percent? asked Benjamin.
Half of one.
I see, he gulped.
The projector moved on to show a map of the dreaded bay.
Banks pointed at the gun towers surrounding it, the mine field
outside the electric fence lining the perimeter and the cages in
which the prisoners were contained.
There are surveillance cameras and guards on the beach
which we ll have to remove before landing. I plan on doing a
flyover and gunning them down while dropping bombs so that they
are disorientated. We will parachute down to land within the
perimeter. Myself and Wilson will remain on the plane to cover
you all&
Hang on! interrupted Brother Julius. You re telling us that
we ll be plummeting to certain death while you are safe aboard a
plane.
Without cover you ll be sitting ducks. Once you re down we
will both follow. It will be your responsibility to knock out the guns
on the ground who will be going for us. Now! he pointed at the
cage. The prisoners are here. I will proceed to the cage with a
bolt cutter to break the bars. Wilson will cover me. I want Puddles
to take up a position in the trees to exchange fire with the towers
if they re still in the game.
Miaow miaow.
I want Chicken to raid the area with a blow torch..
I ll have the blow torch! Julius raised his hand excitedly
thinking of char grilled poultry.
No, I want you on guard with Benjamin and Tarquil. You re
all to patrol the area in case they bring reinforcements. Once
Karim has been released we ll head for the electric fence which I
will blow up using several tonnes of dynamite tied around my
waist. The escape vehicle is yet to be confirmed. Any questions?
Yes! Tarquil shouted. What will we be wearing? I have
some super ideas for pink and purple camouflage outfits with
wonderful lapels!
Wilson, please take Tarquil down to the Bronx to practise
firing a gun. He ll need a basic knowledge of firearms.
Wilson departed with Tarquil as the Chicken memorised the
tactics.
So are we going to be ranked? Julius asked Banks.
What do you mean?
Like in the army? I think I should be quite high up.
If you must, Banks puffed on a cigar. Wilson can be
Commander, I ll be Captain, Puddles and the Chicken can be
Sergeants and the rest of you can be Privates.
Private? I m only a Private? cried Julius. While that
Chicken is Sergeant?
Stand to attention! barked the Chicken. And, despite your
carrying ons last night, we re not in the Navy now but the army!
This commando unit must be instilled with discipline! I want you
to do eighty press ups now soldier!
Cursing in Latin the monk went on the floor to do the press
ups, panting loudly.
Can t be that unfamiliar for you, snorted the Chicken.
An hour and a hundred sit ups later Wilson returned with
Tarquil covered in blood.
How did he get on? asked Banks.
Well, Wilson turned to Tarquil who was holding the gun in
the mirror. He took a while to get the hang of it. He shot the
ground a few times then shot a tramp when he was aiming for a
pigeon on the other side of the street. But, after a few rounds, he
came into his own. Soon he was shooting the tyres of the police
cars and killing stone dead the local pimps with his eyes closed.
Excellent, Banks led them out to a jeep which had stopped
outside the apartment block.
They parked outside the US Exterminator which was at the
dock.
How the hell did you manage this? Benjamin stared up to
the huge aircraft carrier.
I have my contacts, Banks shook hands with Captain
Crossbones who led them up the gantry.
Hello cock suckers! the parrot greeted them warmly.
That thing is an embarrassment to birds everywhere, the
Chicken told Puddles who was cleaning herself.
Now are you sure you can control this thing? Banks asked
as Captain Crossbones pushed and pulled various levers and
buttons in the bridge.
Have no fear you land lubber! Captain Crossbones puffed
on his revolting smelling pipe as they cruised out of the harbour.
So where are we headed?
Cuba.
Cuba eh shipmate?
Fucking commies! said the Parrot.
Right, well where s me map? he went over to a desk to
search amongst the papers scattered on it.
No sir, his second in command, a British sailor, marched
in. We use satellite navigation now. We just need to tell the
computer where we want to go and that s that! he bent over the
keyboard in front of a screen at the front of the bridge and tapped
away furiously.
Ooh I like him! whispered Tarquil to Brother Julius who
rolled his eyes. Lovely uniform!
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a nice Chicken kebab you d soon forget him.
He s an integral member of the team! Wilson admonished
him. That dear little Chicken has been with us through thick and
thin. He s a trooper. Do you think we would have got this far
without him?
This far? Julius raised his voice angrily. We lost Satan!
We failed!
The Chicken got us this far!
Yes but now we ve apparently given up on Satan, which is
bizarre given that we all swore to get him, can t we dispose of
him?
No we can t! That would be dishonourable, Wilson went
back to chopping the vegetables. Anyway, we have not given up
on Satan. We are merely re-grouping and will go after him again
soon.
When?
The sequel.
Oh I see.
The publishers have suggested it be called The Adventures
of Wilson but I whole heartedly objected to the mere thought of
it.
After dinner they sat in the living room where Detective
Inspector Banks showed them, using a projector, how they would
rescue Karim Khan. Julius stood rigidly at the back. Banks showed
them a pie chart which was all red. Benjamin put his hand up.
Bunt? Banks said after pointing at him.
Yes sir, he cleared his throat. I don t understand the pie
chart?
In what way Bunt?
What does the red mean?
It shows the percentage of us meeting with a grim death.
The green, he pointed to a barely visible green line within the
pie. Is the percentage showing our chances of success.
Well there s a morale boost, grumbled Julius.
Is that only a few percent? asked Benjamin.
Half of one.
I see, he gulped.
The projector moved on to show a map of the dreaded bay.
Banks pointed at the gun towers surrounding it, the mine field
outside the electric fence lining the perimeter and the cages in
which the prisoners were contained.
There are surveillance cameras and guards on the beach
which we ll have to remove before landing. I plan on doing a
flyover and gunning them down while dropping bombs so that they
are disorientated. We will parachute down to land within the
perimeter. Myself and Wilson will remain on the plane to cover
you all&
Hang on! interrupted Brother Julius. You re telling us that
we ll be plummeting to certain death while you are safe aboard a
plane.
Without cover you ll be sitting ducks. Once you re down we
will both follow. It will be your responsibility to knock out the guns
on the ground who will be going for us. Now! he pointed at the
cage. The prisoners are here. I will proceed to the cage with a
bolt cutter to break the bars. Wilson will cover me. I want Puddles
to take up a position in the trees to exchange fire with the towers
if they re still in the game.
Miaow miaow.
I want Chicken to raid the area with a blow torch..
I ll have the blow torch! Julius raised his hand excitedly
thinking of char grilled poultry.
No, I want you on guard with Benjamin and Tarquil. You re
all to patrol the area in case they bring reinforcements. Once
Karim has been released we ll head for the electric fence which I
will blow up using several tonnes of dynamite tied around my
waist. The escape vehicle is yet to be confirmed. Any questions?
Yes! Tarquil shouted. What will we be wearing? I have
some super ideas for pink and purple camouflage outfits with
wonderful lapels!
Wilson, please take Tarquil down to the Bronx to practise
firing a gun. He ll need a basic knowledge of firearms.
Wilson departed with Tarquil as the Chicken memorised the
tactics.
So are we going to be ranked? Julius asked Banks.
What do you mean?
Like in the army? I think I should be quite high up.
If you must, Banks puffed on a cigar. Wilson can be
Commander, I ll be Captain, Puddles and the Chicken can be
Sergeants and the rest of you can be Privates.
Private? I m only a Private? cried Julius. While that
Chicken is Sergeant?
Stand to attention! barked the Chicken. And, despite your
carrying ons last night, we re not in the Navy now but the army!
This commando unit must be instilled with discipline! I want you
to do eighty press ups now soldier!
Cursing in Latin the monk went on the floor to do the press
ups, panting loudly.
Can t be that unfamiliar for you, snorted the Chicken.
An hour and a hundred sit ups later Wilson returned with
Tarquil covered in blood.
How did he get on? asked Banks.
Well, Wilson turned to Tarquil who was holding the gun in
the mirror. He took a while to get the hang of it. He shot the
ground a few times then shot a tramp when he was aiming for a
pigeon on the other side of the street. But, after a few rounds, he
came into his own. Soon he was shooting the tyres of the police
cars and killing stone dead the local pimps with his eyes closed.
Excellent, Banks led them out to a jeep which had stopped
outside the apartment block.
They parked outside the US Exterminator which was at the
dock.
How the hell did you manage this? Benjamin stared up to
the huge aircraft carrier.
I have my contacts, Banks shook hands with Captain
Crossbones who led them up the gantry.
Hello cock suckers! the parrot greeted them warmly.
That thing is an embarrassment to birds everywhere, the
Chicken told Puddles who was cleaning herself.
Now are you sure you can control this thing? Banks asked
as Captain Crossbones pushed and pulled various levers and
buttons in the bridge.
Have no fear you land lubber! Captain Crossbones puffed
on his revolting smelling pipe as they cruised out of the harbour.
So where are we headed?
Cuba.
Cuba eh shipmate?
Fucking commies! said the Parrot.
Right, well where s me map? he went over to a desk to
search amongst the papers scattered on it.
No sir, his second in command, a British sailor, marched
in. We use satellite navigation now. We just need to tell the
computer where we want to go and that s that! he bent over the
keyboard in front of a screen at the front of the bridge and tapped
away furiously.
Ooh I like him! whispered Tarquil to Brother Julius who
rolled his eyes. Lovely uniform!
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