incinerator.’
‘Good idea,
best place for her.’
And it
continued like this along several corridors, passing several people
until they finally reached Nuttall’s beautiful car. It happened to
be not far from the incinerator.
‘Thanks… you
can put me down now,’ said Madeline.
‘The member of
staff carrying the heavy android tried to get his gun but she got
in the way. She slid off his shoulder and fired her laser stun
finger – as usual, it was completely effective… and humane.
‘I’ll drive!
You’ll be too gentle with it,’ said Madeline possessively.
Madeline’s
theory was that if she went fast enough, the man on the gate
wouldn’t have time to look at the occupants properly and therefore
not stop them. Madeline completely disobeyed Nuttall’s request and
thrashed it from the onset, spinning the wheels and throwing gravel
in all directions. Inevitably she control around the first bend but
skilfully recovered. In seconds the car was hurtling towards the
gateman at an insane speed. Adam had his eyes shut – perhaps for
the best.
The quiet
Cheshire roads were ideal to try out this wonderful car.
‘Punch in
Strangeways prison, darling.’
‘Darling? You
never call me darling.’
‘In a car like
this I couldn’t possibly call you anything else… darling.’
‘So why are we
going to Strangeways… darling?’
‘Think… who’s
in there that we know all too well?’
‘Alexander, I
thought you’d never want to see him again.’
‘I’m going to
try and not kill him but probably will… and then, if my hunch is
right, remove a couple of things from him.’
‘I’ll stay in
the car then darling.’
‘Wouldn’t let
you do anything else, darling.’
Chapter 19: A
visit to Strangeways
It happened to
be visiting time which was convenient for Madeline at least. The
visiting room was busy with visitors and prisoners all sitting
either side empty melamine topped tables. Security was high and the
guards were armed as most inmates were lifers. Madeline was already
sitting – Alexander entered the room with prison guards either side
of him.
‘Hello Aaron,’
said Madeline calmly.
‘Madeline, what
a nice surprise.’ said Alexander nervously as he sat down.
‘Grown your
hair? …Suits you.’
‘Thank
you.’
‘Still a
resident of Wardate?’
‘Wardate?
…Never heard of them.’
‘Really...
something I’ve pondered with for a while - residents of Wardate,
the gathering of the most evil people in the world? One piece of
excrement is bad enough but a festering pile of excrement implies
something beyond bad… What have you actually gathered for?’
Madeline clearly hated him and she made it obvious.
‘Wouldn’t you
like to know,’ smirked Alexander.
‘So you have
gathered for a reason? … Have you joined in on this hatred towards
the USA? Sorry stupid question, you don’t really need subliminal
messages – you’ve already got the tee shirt.
‘Don’t know
what you’re talking about,’ said Alexander.
‘Yes you do.
Let me postulate, something I often like to do, Mark Titoo, he’s
not on the Wardate list, how strange?’
‘Never heard of
him.’
‘Yes you have.
Thing is, turning the world’s population in on it self - making the
rest of the world hate the USA - the millions upon millions of
people who will be killed in the conflict, surely that’s the most
evil thing anyone could do. Even worse than what you and Tara Gogli
did. So why isn’t the person who’s apparently behind all this –
Mark Titoo on the list? Only one possible explanation, he must be
the founder of Wardate, the one who gathered you all. He wants all
of you for something ordinary decent people are incapable of doing.
You see, a club, gathering, what ever you like to call it, usually
implies people sticking together, being mates, helping one another
out, being nice to each other. You can see the problem can’t you?
You’re all evil, you don’t know how to be nice. You’re all
‘Good idea,
best place for her.’
And it
continued like this along several corridors, passing several people
until they finally reached Nuttall’s beautiful car. It happened to
be not far from the incinerator.
‘Thanks… you
can put me down now,’ said Madeline.
‘The member of
staff carrying the heavy android tried to get his gun but she got
in the way. She slid off his shoulder and fired her laser stun
finger – as usual, it was completely effective… and humane.
‘I’ll drive!
You’ll be too gentle with it,’ said Madeline possessively.
Madeline’s
theory was that if she went fast enough, the man on the gate
wouldn’t have time to look at the occupants properly and therefore
not stop them. Madeline completely disobeyed Nuttall’s request and
thrashed it from the onset, spinning the wheels and throwing gravel
in all directions. Inevitably she control around the first bend but
skilfully recovered. In seconds the car was hurtling towards the
gateman at an insane speed. Adam had his eyes shut – perhaps for
the best.
The quiet
Cheshire roads were ideal to try out this wonderful car.
‘Punch in
Strangeways prison, darling.’
‘Darling? You
never call me darling.’
‘In a car like
this I couldn’t possibly call you anything else… darling.’
‘So why are we
going to Strangeways… darling?’
‘Think… who’s
in there that we know all too well?’
‘Alexander, I
thought you’d never want to see him again.’
‘I’m going to
try and not kill him but probably will… and then, if my hunch is
right, remove a couple of things from him.’
‘I’ll stay in
the car then darling.’
‘Wouldn’t let
you do anything else, darling.’
Chapter 19: A
visit to Strangeways
It happened to
be visiting time which was convenient for Madeline at least. The
visiting room was busy with visitors and prisoners all sitting
either side empty melamine topped tables. Security was high and the
guards were armed as most inmates were lifers. Madeline was already
sitting – Alexander entered the room with prison guards either side
of him.
‘Hello Aaron,’
said Madeline calmly.
‘Madeline, what
a nice surprise.’ said Alexander nervously as he sat down.
‘Grown your
hair? …Suits you.’
‘Thank
you.’
‘Still a
resident of Wardate?’
‘Wardate?
…Never heard of them.’
‘Really...
something I’ve pondered with for a while - residents of Wardate,
the gathering of the most evil people in the world? One piece of
excrement is bad enough but a festering pile of excrement implies
something beyond bad… What have you actually gathered for?’
Madeline clearly hated him and she made it obvious.
‘Wouldn’t you
like to know,’ smirked Alexander.
‘So you have
gathered for a reason? … Have you joined in on this hatred towards
the USA? Sorry stupid question, you don’t really need subliminal
messages – you’ve already got the tee shirt.
‘Don’t know
what you’re talking about,’ said Alexander.
‘Yes you do.
Let me postulate, something I often like to do, Mark Titoo, he’s
not on the Wardate list, how strange?’
‘Never heard of
him.’
‘Yes you have.
Thing is, turning the world’s population in on it self - making the
rest of the world hate the USA - the millions upon millions of
people who will be killed in the conflict, surely that’s the most
evil thing anyone could do. Even worse than what you and Tara Gogli
did. So why isn’t the person who’s apparently behind all this –
Mark Titoo on the list? Only one possible explanation, he must be
the founder of Wardate, the one who gathered you all. He wants all
of you for something ordinary decent people are incapable of doing.
You see, a club, gathering, what ever you like to call it, usually
implies people sticking together, being mates, helping one another
out, being nice to each other. You can see the problem can’t you?
You’re all evil, you don’t know how to be nice. You’re all
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