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Author Topic: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)  (Read 508243 times)

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6270 on: September 13, 2019, 01:35:54 PM »
“We should be safe until at least Westbury,” stated the man who called himself Mr. Smith. “Special Branch will have to send someone from London.”

“How will they know about us?” spluttered Poldory.

“In our line of business, it pays to always assume the worst. Someone may have spotted us at West Porthsea station, for example. “Now, pull down the window blinds and lock the corridor door with this passkey,” as he passed a key from his pocket. “Now, what the hell has happened to this man!”

“What do you mean?” asked Poldory.

“I cannot wake him. Until he is awake, there is no point in injecting him with the truth serum I have.” He took out a slim leather wallet from an inner jacket pocket to reveal a filled syringe. Then staring accusingly at Poldory, he demanded: “You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?”

“Hmm,“ swallowed Alan, “Well, I thought that you'd want him rendered unconscious, so I gave my man a bottle of a substance ...”

“And what would that be, Poldory?”

“Ere, it was given to me to spray over a horse to, temporarily, knock it out so that we could dope it, you see.”

“Yes, your employers had mentioned that, unsuccessful project. A failure that YOU were associated with Poldory! So, let me guess, ‘your man’ sprayed the entire contents of this bottle over the compartment upholstery, enough to knock out a HORSE!”

“Err, yes, Mr. Smith.”

“Wonderful, simply wonderful. He's dead to the world and likely to be for some hours! It's very lucky for you that you did not kill him because then,” the man patted his jacket, “I'd simply take out my gun, screw on the silencer and shoot you dead, Poldory! Keep a lookout for me from the corner of the window whenever we stop, in case there's any police waiting to board and on the corridor! I have to wait for your captain to come around. For your sake, hope that that is before Westbury!”
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6271 on: Yesterday at 07:02:17 PM »
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Many thanks Chris, it's starting to look rather less than good for Alan right now.
    regards Derek.

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6272 on: Yesterday at 07:47:59 PM »
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Many thanks Chris, it's starting to look rather less than good for Alan right now.
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Many thanks, Derek. More to come, soon!

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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6273 on: Yesterday at 07:52:58 PM »
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Interesting, were heading for Spain right now & next station stop is Westbury !!!
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Re: Cant Cove (and Penmayne)
« Reply #6274 on: Yesterday at 10:18:05 PM »
The four friends, together with their new companions, Captain Grenville and Sophie Andres, were seated in their compartment, in the “Atlantic Coast Express”, with the corridor door firmly closed.

“Sophie, please, ensure that we cannot be overheard, will you?”

“Of course, Richard.”

Sophie rummaged in her large shoulder bag and produced a small dull grey, matchbox-sized device which she tapped three times before slowly waving around the compartment.

“Done,” she smiled.

“Thanks, Sophie.”

Susan, who had been carefully watching the recent events without comment, then spoke. “Sophie, that’s not from the 1960s.”

Sophie smiled. “No, Susan, it’s not. It’s from the Torchwood Institute, in Cardiff Bay.”

“Of course,” Susan smiled. “It had to be.”

Seeing Sofi’s quizzical look, Susan added, “the Torchwood Institute’s a secret organization founded by the British Crown, to help protect the Earth from extraterrestrial and supernatural threats. It operates independently of the British government, law enforcement groups and even the United Nations. However, it does, as you all know, work with my grandfather.”

“Its commander in chief, Captain Jack Harkness, works with Admiral Tregowan, which is where Sophie and I come in,” smiled Captain Grenville.

“And that, damned orichalcum,” stated Sylvia.

“Err, yes.”

“Alright, Captain. So, what is this grave danger that we’re all in?” replied Sylvia.

Before he could answer, Eli burst out, “It’s that bloody orichalcum isn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss Guillou, it is, I’m afraid.”

“Please, explain Captain.”

“Well, Miss Trevelver, the fact that you three have all, recently visited Sonmel, has come to the attention of those who, at the very highest levels, we really do not want to know anything at all about orichalcum and you, Miss Foreman, are known to be the granddaughter of a very senior advisor to Her Majesty’s Government.”

“All true,” replied Sylvia, “but why the sudden concern for us?”

“I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, Miss Trevelver, but our mutual friend …”

“You don’t mean, Jeremy?” interrupted Sylvia. “I just knew that something bad had happened to him. I felt it here!” She clutched her right hand over her heart as tears welled in her big, brown eyes.

“It’s bad news but not as bad as you fear …”

“Tell me!” Sylvia almost screamed.

Captain Grenville swallowed, “Well, Captain Cador … Jeremy, I mean, was found in, we believe, a drug-induced coma, in an otherwise empty 1st-class compartment of the West Porthsea to Paddington boat train express at Taunton station, by Special Branch working with British Transport Police, and is now being taken care of in a secure, secret medical facility.”

“I must see him!” cried Sylvia.

“I’m afraid that will not be possible until he’s regained consciousness. However, the specialists are very hopeful that that will be soon and then, of course, you can, Miss Trevelver.”

“Thank goodness,” breathed Eli. “And do you know who was responsible for this awful attack on poor Jeremy, Captain?”

“Well, I wouldn’t, normally, tell you this but, as I’ve been assured that you four all have security clearance … so, I can tell you that we strongly suspect a known KGB agent and an, as yet, unknown accomplice ... However,” he smiled, “Special Branch have the best prints of photos. hurriedly taken at West Porthsea station, of both suspects, already developed and printed in the Special Branch photo. Lab, down at the photo. archive for manual matching. We’ll identify the accomplice soon, I’m sure!”

 

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