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"Whilst on a trip to the 'Devil's Garden' to question a damned soul, Alex finds herself stranded in the 'Shadowlands' and must avoid the inhabitants of the area. But the 'Dark Prince' is after her and his minions are searching for her. She encounters smugglers and is finally picked up by one of the 'Dark Prince's' craft and she persuades the crew to help her escape their Bosses clutches...."
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Concept date: 24th July 2019
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THIS EPISODE MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS:
First published: 22nd February 2020
Status: COMPLETE & PUBLISHED.
Revisions: 3 [last revised January 2020]
Version: Final.
Published Episode No. 28
Previous episode: "Alexandra and the hidden lady."
Next episode: “Alexandra and the spies.”
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 2 - 098340 – 6 – 2834
This story originally appeared on the author's original website called: 'The amazing adventures of Jericho Tibbs!' and was transferred to the new site: 'The Temporal Detectives' in due course. That 'legacy' site is still available but receives no updates or new material.
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THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG FOUL LANGAUAGE AND GRAPHIC SEXUAL REFERENCES!
THIS EPISODE MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS:SMOKING - ALCOHOL USE - VIOLENCE [INCLUDING SEXUAL VIOLENCE & BDSM] - STRONG LANGUAGE - GRAPHIC HARD SEX REFERENCES INCLUDING PROSTITUTION AND DIVERSE SEXUAL PRACTISES - DRUG REFERENCES - ANTI-RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS AND OPINIONS - HUMAN TRAFFICKING - COMMENTS AND BEHAVIOUR THAT MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE BUT WERE CONSIDERED 'NORMAL' IN THE TIME PERIOD. |
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HUMAN YEARS:
Gregorian Calendar: MMDCCCXXXIV
Muslim Calendar: 2280- 2281 [AH]
Hebrew Calendar: 6595 -6596
Christian Calendar: 2834AD
This episode has an average reading time of approximately 60 minutes.
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"AFTER THE LAST SUNSET"
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"ALEXANDRA SURVIVES AFTER THE LAST SUNSET....AND SOME!"
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"ALEXANDRA SURVIVES AFTER THE LAST SUNSET....AND SOME!"
by Stephen J. Williams
1. ISOLATION & DESOLATION.
Alex adjusted the small airpipes that were softly fixed into each nostril and took a couple of quick, sharp breaths. Then checked her goggles and wrapped the thin scarf about her mouth and head. She lifted her right arm and stared at the bracelet - that was the size of a small notebook - she was a little relieved to see no red signals - yet. Standing with hands on her hips, she looked about; nothing. Absolutely nothing but reddish sand, rocks, mountains and a dull orange & blue sky.
From the thick belt that hung about her waist, she pulled open a small pouch and carefully removed a small clear capsule - about the size of a golf ball - and pushed it into her dry mouth. She counted the nine remaining balls and sighed; she had nine days food and water left. The orb was dissolving slowly and she could feel the welcome relief of water and the gel, that would keep her body fed - for now. She heaved the pack, that lay at her feet, upon her back and checking her bracelet; headed North.
She lifted the small oxygen ventilator that slapped against her right thigh, as she walked slowly, and saw it was showing green; at least she had plenty of clean oxygen. The goggles had darkened to match the growing glare of the bright sun. It must be near its zenith and she would have to erect her shelter and sit out the worst heat of the day under it. She was sucking gently on the orb and felt a little strength returning. The past three days had been a living nightmare; hard awful images kept flashing through her mind.
The Necrosub had crashed somewhere in the 'Shadowlands' of Mars. Something terrible had gone wrong with the drop from the sub's station; a small complex beneath the 33rd Street Subway Station in New York, in the Human Year 2025.
Both the pilot and co-pilot had died in the crash. She really didn't know them - it had been her first trip - with Candy Morris [the pilot] and Troy Askship [the young co-pilot] - to the Devil's Garden in some time. She had been sent to interview a soul from the Human year 2834. He had been condemned because of several murders committed, trying to survive in that terrible period of Earth's [and humanity's] history. He also knew the whereabouts of a very important human, who had gone missing at that time; a certain 'Alabaster Mooncat' who carried some very important information about humanity's future on that devastated planet.
No souls had been collected from the pilots; she knew this, because no collector had appeared. They were now lost to the darkness - they were now really dead, with no chance of re-joining the human life cycle. They had died out of their ordained time period. It was the risk, they and Temporal detectives, endured on the missions; few performed in their own time and so that danger was always present. She had found the pair very pleasant and a little quirky; but that appeared to go with job - Necrosub pilots all had the reputation for hard drinking and hard living. She now knew why. Then realised, that so did Temporal Detectives!
Apart from a few cuts and bruises, she had survived the crash really well. Alex had kept her head; searching the wreckage for emergency supplies and survival kit. She found them behind the pilots seats. She had to shift the partly dismembered bodies to retrieve them. One was smashed beyond use, but the one she carried, had not even suffered a scratch. With a hand above her eyes, she watched the sun climbing in the sky and decided to camp down for the remainder of the day. The heat would be soon in the forties [Celsius] and walking would be difficult and she would use far too much oxygen doing it.
It was far better to travel at night, despite the low temperatures that descended with the gathering darkness. She still carried her useless 'Mirror' and had to smile; they were suppose to be indestructible, but this one had failed. No signals, and that meant she was stranded; unable to call for assistance. Her eye caught a rocky outcrop, a few yards ahead, that would provide good cover for her survival tent and absorb most of the heat from the sun.
Mars at this time was still a 'habitable' planet, with a weak atmosphere and millions of years into the Earth's past. At this moment in time, dinosaurs would be roaming that evolving planet, whilst this planet was dying. In just a few million years, the atmosphere would be so stripped away, that human life on the planet surface could no longer survive. She could actually survive in the thin atmosphere - currently existing - without the oxygen ventilator, but would be considerably weaker for it - and the harsh environment would be probing her for any weaknesses.
Alex quickly erected her small tent and huddled beneath it; she would try and sleep and regain some strength. She checked her thermal blanket for any cuts, and placed it down- it was a silver foil sheet - and stared out at the total desolation of the 'Shadowlands' of Mars. She was now a 'Ghost' in the Devil's Garden; that's what poor bastards like her were called. She sat hands over face and tried desperately not to cry; she couldn't waste any liquid; especially for useless tears that would change nothing. She pulled herself together - mentally - and settled down.
Nine days and then, some days after that, she would die. Alone. Then plunge into the 'darkness' - where she had, briefy - been once before. [See the Mission: 'Sister Sarah dreams of Demons'.] That blackness frightened her more than anything.
She roused herself from the patchy nightmare that had plagued her shallow sleep and opened the tent flap a little; it would soon be dark. Time for part two of her meals. She rummaged deep in her dirty skirt's pocket and found the little bag of mint humbugs that she had 'borrowed' from Owen for the 'quick' trip. She chuckled and pushed one into her mouth. He would probably be moaning to Wilson about them going missing.
The only hope she had, was to reach a Guard Station. She really needed to steer well clear of any 'settlers' - they would, as Wilson pointed out; 'Tear her apart for the fun of it' - that made her shudder. Darkness fell like a black curtain and Alex slowly packed up her tent and checked twice; that she had left nothing on the ground.
The thought of a Guard Station actually frightened her; all the male guards and staff of the Devil's Garden had retained all their human faculties - unlike the settlers - and they would probably protect and shelter her; for sex. That thought disturbed her a little more than actually dying - letting one or more of the bastards have her, made her feel a little sick. But she would probably have no choice in the matter - like many women before her - struggling to survive in a male dominated world.
"Bastards." She muttered several times, as she set out for her long night walk.
2. STONES & SMUGGLERS.
It was almost midnight when Alex suddenly spotted the small lights on the sand, about a mile south of her position. She quickly found a small cluster of rocks and dived behind them. She adjusted the zoom facility on her goggles and watched the little group of five males - all ragged - working their way across the sand. "Smugglers." She whispered to herself. They were 'settler's' smuggling illegal contraband to a nearby township. That made her spirits leapt - in a small way - there must a Guard Station nearby, if there was a township around here.
She watched the lights disappearing into the darkness of night and relaxed a little. She would follow their route - at a safe distance - and see if there was any guards about the place. She breathed deep a few times; the thought of letting a couple of dirty, rough bastards fuck her wasn't pleasant. She realised that a few tears had tumbled down her cheeks. She brushed them aside and started to follow the lights. She stopped and actually blinked a couple of times. There were ruins to her left and they were huge.
Alex could make out enormous stone blocks and approached them with some caution. They towered above her and she ran a hand over one that was probably the size of a single decker bus. She could just make out the tiny joins between them; they had been fitted together with incredible precision. She slowly followed the 'wall' along and found an opening, the size of a small block of flats.
With some trepidation, she slipped quietly in and could just make out the beginning's of a grand staircase. Rather unusually, it was descending into the sand. She stood at the 'top' and could see that it disappeared into total darkness. Alex unclipped her powerful hand torch from the survival belt and slowly made her way down the steps. The roof above would hide her light from anyone on the surface. The place was like an ice box and she shivered a little; but continued on.
Alex found herself in a grand room - about the size of a Cathedral - and then noticed that there were several slabs, of what appeared to be marble, along one wall. She stood in front of one and a terrible feeling of 'Deja-Vu' swept over her. She had been here before; but that was impossible, the ruins were millions of years old. She noticed a huge opening to her right and walked to it. Again, it was enormous and that feeling of 'Deja Vu' grew stronger by the second. She shone her torch about and could see nothing of real interest. She wiped her face; despite the chill, she was sweating a little.
That's when she heard voices - male voices - swearing and cussing. She snapped off the torch and dived behind the door mantle. She peered nervously out into the grand room. Three men were standing at the bottom of the stairs, one had a large canvas bag and the other two held rifles. They were dressed like Victorian workman; the one with the bag had a dirty bowler hat, resting on the back of his head. He had the bag open and was staring into it. Finally, he looked up; "There are some books, shirts and trousers and this fucker." He laughed and held up a wooden baseball bat. "The fuckers are going to start a fucking baseball team!" The others laughed and one sat on the steps and pulled a pipe from his shirt pocket and lit it. He looked like a farmer having a quiet smoke.
"Trust us to be doing a fucking run when all that crap is happening." The other man slung his rifle over his shoulder and rummaged in his trouser pockets; he pulled a small, silver cigarette case out and started to enjoy a smelly cigarette. The man with the bag chuckled; "They didn't ask for a ball, so they must want to brain some fucker." He eased down on the step and slapped the bag between his legs. He looked back up the stairs. "Stumpy, get back up there and keep a fucking eye out for the skipper. The guards should have passed now. Those dumb shit's on the sand had no idea they were up there. Fucking losers. But Our boys will be happy that the others were caught. Fantastic fucking diversion."
The man smoking his pipe grunted and rose; he walked back up the stairs with some difficulty. Alex guessed he had some sort of injury to his right leg. He walked with a pronounced limp. The two men left, sat smoking and said nothing for some minutes, finally the man with the hat coughed and stared back up the stairs. "Where the fuck is he?" He asked. But the other man just shrugged his shoulders. He lit another cigarette and rubbed his face; "Do you think that tart is worth that much gold. It's about what we would make in, say, thirty runs here. That's serious fucking money."
The other one shrugged his shoulders; "Must be some sort of great fucking shag; that's all I can say." Both men laughed. Then 'Stumpy' called quietly from above that the 'skipper' was here. "Told you he would avoid all those extra patrols, out looking the Prince's little bit of arse." They both made their way up the stairs and the three men disappeared into the darkness. Alex crept up the datirs quietly; almost hardly daring to breath. She peered over the top step and simply could not believe her eyes. It was a Necrosub parked inside the huge stone wall, just yards from the staircase.
She could make out the name painted just below the hatchway; it was the 'Golden Fleece'. Alex leaned back against the step. That was totally impossible; the 'Golden Fleece' was wrecked here some two hundred human centuries ago and the crew of two apparently killed; they were missing souls. She seemed to remember that the crew were both from the late Nineteenth century - America, she believed. She cursed herself for not listening to Owen, talking about the lost sub's and their crews, with more attention than she paid at the time.
Their conversation was interesting; the Dark Prince had clearly ordered a search for the her missing Necrosub and had offered a substantial reward for finding her. She sighed; the saying a 'rock and a hard place' came to mind. If he found her, she would be totally at his mercy. She sat on the stairs and tried to make a decision. If she exposed herself to the 'smugglers' above, would they actually hand her over? After all, they would expose the fact that were still alive and engaged in smuggling. They could end up here as 'Settlers', if their negotiations with the Prince went wrong!
But what other real options did she have? Her choices were stark indeed; The Prince or some Guard? But, If she could somehow, get to the reception centre under her own steam, then she could certainly grab a ride with any of the Necrosubs, that would be docked there. Subs arrived nearly every day and they would give her a lift, especially if 'The Scallywag' was there. McAlister and Omar would certainly welcome her aboard. But did she really have a choice? She would have to take a huge gamble over the smugglers; would all that gold on offer keep her alive?
She sighed; getting to the reception centre and getting a sub, was all that mattered. That was her only way back to the team and she knew it. She actually had no real choice; the only alternative was a horrific death on the sand, followed by the darkness - and that utterly terrified her.
Alex took a deep breath and stood up, clicking on her torch and shouting; "Don't shoot! Its me! The girl all that gold is being offered for!" She stared about; there were no smugglers and no Necrosub. She had been too late. The shock made her slump to the sand and weep. That's when she saw the lights above and she frantically waved her torch at them and waved and shouted. Then realised it was a Guardian Flyer. Her heart sank a little. She would be recovered; but what price would she pay?
3. RESCUE OR ENSLAVEMENT?
She watched dark craft drop lightly onto the sand. The hatchway was swung open and a tall, muscular Guard waved for her to come. She walked slowly towards it and switched off her torch. The Guard in the doorway grinned broadly; looking Alex up and down and then shouted back into the inside; "Bloody hell! Its that girl the prince wants!" He held out his hand and Alex gripped it; he easily lifted her into the craft and Alex dropped into a seat by the window.
Alex took a deep breath and stood up, clicking on her torch and shouting; "Don't shoot! Its me! The girl all that gold is being offered for!" She stared about; there were no smugglers and no Necrosub. She had been too late. The shock made her slump to the sand and weep. That's when she saw the lights above and she frantically waved her torch at them and waved and shouted. Then realised it was a Guardian Flyer. Her heart sank a little. She would be recovered; but what price would she pay?
3. RESCUE OR ENSLAVEMENT?
She watched dark craft drop lightly onto the sand. The hatchway was swung open and a tall, muscular Guard waved for her to come. She walked slowly towards it and switched off her torch. The Guard in the doorway grinned broadly; looking Alex up and down and then shouted back into the inside; "Bloody hell! Its that girl the prince wants!" He held out his hand and Alex gripped it; he easily lifted her into the craft and Alex dropped into a seat by the window.
The Pilot appeared in the cockpit's hatchway and smiled; "Most of the fleet are airborne looking for you and that crashed necrosub. Did any of the sub's crew make it?" Alex shook her head; "They're both dead. Their souls are lost. " She said quietly and pulled off her pack. The pilot seemed quite sad about that news. He sighed; "Candy was a great laugh. I'll miss her looney sense of humour." He turned back to his co-pilot and said; "Call it in. she's safe and well."
He turned back to Alex and told the big guard to give her water; lots of it. "Your colleagues turned up a few hours ago. Peter [deputy Director of the Garden] has been hosting them. They never gave up hope; they're a crazy bunch, but I suspect you know that already!" Alex chuckled and nodded; "I certainly do." She said quietly and accepted a chilled bottle of water from the guard, who smiled at her; "Like Jeb said; they're a mad bunch. But they have balls, I'll give them that. Especially that Inspector of yours; after what he called our BOSS [The Dark Prince]." He actually laughed and sat down opposite Alex;" Mind you, he did bring some heavy backup."
Jeb [the pilot] also chuckled and ran both hands over his short dark hair; "He was somewhat surprised by what powerful friends your Inspector has - and you of course - His nephew Prince John, in person, Here. I think that made his day. Prince John appears to be a bit of a favourite of his." Alex just stared at him; Prince John? That was her BOSSES second son, what the hell would he be doing here?
The pilot leaned back into the cockpit and pulled up a small wrapped package and held it up; "I guess you must be hungry. It's only Cheese and Tomato, but they're yours." Alex nodded and he slapped them into her open hand and returned to the cockpit. Alex carefully unwrapped the sandwiches and smiled, she took a slow bite and rolled her eyes in pleasure; nothing could better them - for now - and sipped her water bottle.
The big guard opposite leaned back in his seat; "We're going to split the reward three ways. Jeb is a bloody good man like that. He's fair. He could have kept the lot for himself being the officer here. But no, he's going to split it with me and Marcus [the co-pilot] so I have to say thank you Miss." He grinned broadly and Alex said nothing but quietly ate her sandwiches.
It was a three hour flight back to the main Reception Centre and Marcus the co-pilot came through to the passenger area and grabbed a bottle of water from the cool box, strapped into a seat. He smiled at Alex; "You may be exhausted, filthy and just survived a crash that would kill most people, but you are some beauty." He turned to the guard, adding: "Hey Mo [the guard] you can see why the Prince has forgiven her over that little incident at that big Reception. He's bloody well knows a real Queen when he finds one." Mo chuckled; "The rumours are saying that Prince John is here to represent the FAMILY, that makes sense."
Alex sat upright in her seat; "Represent the FAMILY at what?" She asked - not actually wishing to know the answer - and folded her arms. Marcus smiled; "The wedding of course. The rumour sweeping the place, is that the BIG BOSS has agreed that he [the Prince] can take you." He snapped open the bottle of water and took a swig. Alex stared down at the floor. What the hell has happened since her crash into the 'Shadowlands'? She grabbed her water bottle and took a gulp; she really wished it was brandy.
Marcus stared out the window and shouted; "Another two flyers! They must be an escort..." He pressed up against the window, adding; "Bloody hell, their from his personal flight!" Alex stared out the window and saw a big red flyer with the golden Dragon emblem down the side; it was indeed a flyer from the Prince's own flight. She pushed back in her seat and steadfastly refused to cry - and failed - she wiped her face with part of her shirt. She could feel big steel walls closing in on her.
Mo eased from his seat as Marcus returned to the cockpit and pushed a clean hankie into Alex's hand. He dropped into the seat next to her and didn't smile; "I take it, you really don't like that idea?" He said softly and Alex wiped her face properly and nodded. The big man sighed; "Everyone heard the rumours about that too. You probably have most of the girls here on your side. Though I strongly suspect that quite a few would agree to it, anyway." He clutched his half empty water bottle with both hands and sighed.
"My little sister Kate had to marry a man she really didn't like, never mind love. That gave the poor little cow a rotten life until the fucker happily died. It was 1867 and things like that happened all the time. He was our cousin - much older - but our father and his brother wanted to keep the money in the family. To my shame, I went along with it." Mo shook his head and patted Alex on the shoulder, then half smiled; "Maybe, we should have just dropped you off at the Necrosub docks and not bothered to call it in."
Alex wiped her face and straightened up; "I really wish you had done that." Then smiled at the big man, who chuckled and tossed his empty bottle - with quite a perfect shot - into the waste box by the external hatchway door. He grunted and pulled himself up and made for the cockpit. Alex sat back in her seat; her head was swimming with some awful thoughts, about the apparent forth coming nuptials. She could hear the cockpit crew and Mo talking quietly, her name was mentioned several times.
Jeb dropping into the seat, next to her made Alex jump a little; so engrossed in her own thoughts, she hadn't seen him appear. Jeb smiled at her; "The boys and I have been having a little discussion about your problem Alex and we've all agreed, that gold isn't much use to us down here; what the hell would we buy!"
He glanced back at the cockpit and then turned back to Alex, who was actually a little stunned by what he was saying. Jeb pointed to the small Emergency hatchway at the rear of the flyer and grinned; "Now, if for some reason, I was to land right next to the Necrosub docks and you were to make a run for it. After quite illegally breaking open that emergency hatch, then its a fifty yard dash to one of your subs. We certainly couldn't be held responsible for that; now could we?" He patted her hand and rose from the seat; "Kick off your shoes and hitch that skirt up and go for it!" He then chuckled; "I needn't tell you that, according to rumours, you've done that before!"
Alex rose from her seat slowly and placed a real smacker oh his lips and smiled; "That will be the quickest fifty yards ran by a women in history!" He laughed outright and headed back to the cockpit; Mo appeared, about to say something, when he too received a stunner of a kiss. He actually went a little shy and whispered; "I should have done something like this, a very long time ago." And smiled broadly.
It was a three hour flight back to the main Reception Centre and Marcus the co-pilot came through to the passenger area and grabbed a bottle of water from the cool box, strapped into a seat. He smiled at Alex; "You may be exhausted, filthy and just survived a crash that would kill most people, but you are some beauty." He turned to the guard, adding: "Hey Mo [the guard] you can see why the Prince has forgiven her over that little incident at that big Reception. He's bloody well knows a real Queen when he finds one." Mo chuckled; "The rumours are saying that Prince John is here to represent the FAMILY, that makes sense."
Alex sat upright in her seat; "Represent the FAMILY at what?" She asked - not actually wishing to know the answer - and folded her arms. Marcus smiled; "The wedding of course. The rumour sweeping the place, is that the BIG BOSS has agreed that he [the Prince] can take you." He snapped open the bottle of water and took a swig. Alex stared down at the floor. What the hell has happened since her crash into the 'Shadowlands'? She grabbed her water bottle and took a gulp; she really wished it was brandy.
Marcus stared out the window and shouted; "Another two flyers! They must be an escort..." He pressed up against the window, adding; "Bloody hell, their from his personal flight!" Alex stared out the window and saw a big red flyer with the golden Dragon emblem down the side; it was indeed a flyer from the Prince's own flight. She pushed back in her seat and steadfastly refused to cry - and failed - she wiped her face with part of her shirt. She could feel big steel walls closing in on her.
Mo eased from his seat as Marcus returned to the cockpit and pushed a clean hankie into Alex's hand. He dropped into the seat next to her and didn't smile; "I take it, you really don't like that idea?" He said softly and Alex wiped her face properly and nodded. The big man sighed; "Everyone heard the rumours about that too. You probably have most of the girls here on your side. Though I strongly suspect that quite a few would agree to it, anyway." He clutched his half empty water bottle with both hands and sighed.
"My little sister Kate had to marry a man she really didn't like, never mind love. That gave the poor little cow a rotten life until the fucker happily died. It was 1867 and things like that happened all the time. He was our cousin - much older - but our father and his brother wanted to keep the money in the family. To my shame, I went along with it." Mo shook his head and patted Alex on the shoulder, then half smiled; "Maybe, we should have just dropped you off at the Necrosub docks and not bothered to call it in."
Alex wiped her face and straightened up; "I really wish you had done that." Then smiled at the big man, who chuckled and tossed his empty bottle - with quite a perfect shot - into the waste box by the external hatchway door. He grunted and pulled himself up and made for the cockpit. Alex sat back in her seat; her head was swimming with some awful thoughts, about the apparent forth coming nuptials. She could hear the cockpit crew and Mo talking quietly, her name was mentioned several times.
Jeb dropping into the seat, next to her made Alex jump a little; so engrossed in her own thoughts, she hadn't seen him appear. Jeb smiled at her; "The boys and I have been having a little discussion about your problem Alex and we've all agreed, that gold isn't much use to us down here; what the hell would we buy!"
He glanced back at the cockpit and then turned back to Alex, who was actually a little stunned by what he was saying. Jeb pointed to the small Emergency hatchway at the rear of the flyer and grinned; "Now, if for some reason, I was to land right next to the Necrosub docks and you were to make a run for it. After quite illegally breaking open that emergency hatch, then its a fifty yard dash to one of your subs. We certainly couldn't be held responsible for that; now could we?" He patted her hand and rose from the seat; "Kick off your shoes and hitch that skirt up and go for it!" He then chuckled; "I needn't tell you that, according to rumours, you've done that before!"
Alex rose from her seat slowly and placed a real smacker oh his lips and smiled; "That will be the quickest fifty yards ran by a women in history!" He laughed outright and headed back to the cockpit; Mo appeared, about to say something, when he too received a stunner of a kiss. He actually went a little shy and whispered; "I should have done something like this, a very long time ago." And smiled broadly.
4. ALEX SAYS THANK YOU!
Mo returned and sat next to her; "We're all happy with our decision Alex." and smiled at her. He really was a big good looking man - in fact, all three of her saviours were - and Alex grinned; "I really think I should say a proper thank you to you boys. The only way a very grateful woman can." Mo was a little puzzled by that, then found out what she exactly meant!
Alex leaned across and kissed Mo on his lips again and he slowly wrapped his arms about her. She took one hand of the young man and pushed it up her shirt. He gripped her big breasts with some determination, as his tongue burrowed into her willing mouth. "Does this mean what i think?" He managed to whisper and Alex smiled and nodded; "Yes, I would really like to thank you and your friends properly." Mo grinned and ran both hands up her top and thoroughly enjoyed playing with her perk tits. She pulled at his clothes and soon he was just standing in his underpants; which were bulging with an urgent erection. Alex was soon naked and knelt down before the big man and started to suck his cock with some passion.
"Save some for me." Mo whispered hoarsely to a grinning Marcus who pushed his big cock into Alex's inviting vagina. He lifted her bum a little and started to thrust, causing her to groan and suck Mo's dick with enthusiasm. She had a small orgasm and that spurred Marcus on to fuck her harder. The happy threesome changed position and Mo took Marcus's place. Alex was now on her knee's being 'spit roasted' by the pair. Marcus fucked her mouth and simply couldn't hold it any more. He shouted something and filled Alex's mouth and throat with fresh hot cum. She swallowed the lot. He pulled from her mouth and lay on the floor watching Mo fuck her doggy style. He clutched his cock and said 'thank you' quietly. Alex just grinned and lowered her head under the hard thrusting from Mo.
Marcus pulled on his clothes and headed for the cockpit where a very inpatient Jeb was waiting. Marcus slumped in his seat and took over the controls. jerking a thumb behind him; "She's a real dirty slut that one, you better get your share, we don't have much flying time left." Jeb was gone before he finished talking; snatching the medical bag from behind his seat, as he left.
Jeb pulled his flight suit off and clutching the bag and his erect cock, joined the pair on the floor. He fumbled in the bag and held up a small jar. He whispered to Alex; "Ok to have my favourite? I never thought this would come in any use, on a bloody flyer." He grinned, holding up the jar of Vaseline. Alex nodded and Jeb told Mo to turn her over, so she was riding him from above, her beautiful peach arse was presented to Jeb. He didn't hang about and pushed plenty of Vaseline into her open anus. He smeared some on his cock and mounted her with some urgency. Alex groaned loudly, as he thrust in and out of her arse, while she pushed down hard on Mo's cock. She was being 'double penetrated' roughly and she loved it; coming again and again, very noisily.
Alex cleaned herself up as best she could with a clean rag and some water from a bottle. She quickly dressed and made sure each man had a farewell kiss. Jeb told her, that he wished they carried more passengers like her! Now that did make Alex chuckle.
5. ESCAPE.
Mo showed Alex how to open the emergency hatchway and Alex stripped anything of weight from herself. She threw off her shoes and dropped the heavy survival belt. She tossed the oxygen ventilator away and removed her heavy jacket. She was ready for the run of her life.
Marcus appeared; "About fifteen minutes and Jeb is going to drop right next the sub docks. So, its straight out the hatch; going LEFT and you'll see them right in front of you. There shouldn't be any guards and I have just been listening to chatter between a sub and Air Traffic Control. One has its crew still aboard; for whatever reason, they haven't gone to the bar."
Alex nodded; "Did you get its name?" Marcus smiled; "It's that bloody pair of pirates; Macalister and Omar, its the 'Scallywag'." Alex grabbed him and gave Marcus a real smacker too and whispered; "Thank you." He grinned and headed back to the cockpit. Mo sat by the main external hatchway and gave Alex a thumbs up; "Good luck my Queen we never had!" and grinned.
Alex, gripping the bar just above the small door, took a couple of deep breaths. The 'Dragon Prince' was now dropping fast onto its landing deck and touched down with just a gentle bump; Jeb was a real good pilot. Mo shouted; "GO!" and Alex slammed the opening levers down and the hatchway blew off and she was through in seconds. Turning left, she pulled up her already short skirt and ran for it. There was, indeed, the 'Scallywag' sitting directly in front of her.
Two guards, leaned up against the wall, talking, watched her fly past and after a few seconds shouted after her. But Alex was already climbing up the ladder and disappearing into the 'Scallywag'. She slid down the internal ladder and landed on the floor, all legs and arms, trying to pull down her skirt.
Macalister and Omar just stared at her in total surprise; " Well, get bloody going!" was all she shouted. Omar dropped the plastic cup on the floor and ran straight up the ladder and sealed the hatchway. Mac jumped into the pilots seat and shouted for Alex to buckle up. She scrambled to her seat and Omar was in his, a few seconds later. Mac pulled down the vivid red lever just above his head, shouting; "Fucking not again!" The 'Scallywag' dropped into nothingness.
Omar turned to Alex and smiled; "Do you know, that Mac and I have seen your panties more times than our own girlfriends?" He shrugged his shoulders and grinned, muttering; "Not that we're complaining...."
The 'Necrosub' landed and Alex pulled open her seat belt and sat smiling at the pair, who stood in front of her seat. They were definitely admiring the view; She was sitting with her legs open. "I really would like to thank you boys for saving me." She whispered and grinned. The two men exchanged a big fucking smile and started to pull off their clothes. Alex sighed with some pleasure as two big erect cocks were presented for her attention.
She pulled up her short skirt and slipped her panties off. Mac went first - being the Captain, that was his privilege - while Omar sat jerking his cock and watching the pair. Mac pushed his cock straight into her and Alex groaned; she was quite ready for more sex and gripped his thrusting arse, while he held her hips. Her legs kicked a little as Mac pumped her hard; he really couldn't believe that he was fucking the woman he had desired for so long. He would try to take his time and enjoy every minute of his unexpected 'thank you present'. But Omar moaned, saying loudly; "For fuck sake Mac, hurry up, we're running out of time. They will be expecting her any minute now and will question why it took so long, for her to get back to the fucking lighthouse. You know what old Tibbs is like."
Mac just grunted and really started to fuck Alex hard. She had a couple of small shuddering orgasms and that spelled the end for poor Mac; he cursed and ejaculated deep inside of her. The pair kissed for a minute or so and Alex looked around for a cloth or rag to wipe herself, but young Omar simply couldn't wait any longer. He was inside of her, as soon as Mac - very reluctantly - pulled out.
Alex groaned and chuckled a little as the young man really did fuck her hard and quite brutally. She gripped his shoulders, her long legs almost touching those slim shoulders too. He was cussing, panting and groaning. He thrust hard and fast into her and some minutes later; he too had emptied his balls and staggered from her, collapsing back into his seat. Alex slowly pulled up her panties and knew that she would have to discard them later; they were absolutely soaked with cum from the three loads of semen that she had taken in, during the last few hours.
She stood and straightened her clothes, staring at the big screen above the pilots seats; Old John Peters was waiting at the dockside [a temporal Detective from Team 69] who would take Alex back to the lighthouse, since she didn't have a working mirror. She guessed that her colleagues hadn't returned yet and so couldn't collect her themselves. Alex kissed Mac and Omar goodbye and climbed the ladder and dropped onto the dockside. Old John smiled; "What took you so long?" Alex shrugged her shoulders and smiled too; "Oh, just saying thank you to the boys." Then really did chuckle. Old John just nodded and operated his mirror and the pair were gone.
6. INTO THE RUINS.
Jericho handed his coat to Mr. Harris and smiled - a little - then asked; "Where is she?" Mr. Harris smiled broadly; "In the bath Sir. She's been in there some time. I will sent Ruth to inform her that the team has returned." Jericho nodded and Wilson, with Owen just behind, followed him into the study. "Get the bloody brandy out!" Was all Wilson said. Owen picked up the half empty bottle and grunted; "I think she's already had it." But poured everyone a large one.
Wilson dropped into his favourite armchair and sipped his brandy; "I'm bloody glad that John was there; to smooth his [The Dark Prince] ruffled feathers." Owen collapsed on the sofa and chuckled; "You would have thought, that he would have caught on that she doesn't want to know. How many times has she hitched up her dress and ran from him now?" Wilson leaned back in his seat; "John is going to stay a few days, then he'll be back. Alex is bloody lucky that Queen Mary is firmly on her side; otherwise she would be sitting in the Dragon Palace, not enjoying her honeymoon very much."
The second topic was the Dark Prince; it appears that his nephew - Prince John - had indeed smoothed his ruffled feathers over Alex. Jericho was quite blunt about what happened. "If Queen Mary hadn't supported your rights to 'Freewill', you would indeed, now be the 'Dragon Queen'. John has turned out to be quite the diplomat, he's impressed everyone with his handling of his Uncle. I always knew he had it in him." Alex just nodded and made herself comfortable in her favourite armchair by the fireplace.
The third topic was the crew of the Guardian Flyer that had rescued Alex; she was very happy to hear they had escaped any punishment by her run to freedom. "They simply said they had been told not to lay a finger on you; otherwise they would have ended up as 'settlers'. So they couldn't restrain you in any way. They were following orders and you took advantage of that. I understand that John had quiet words and thanked them. He's turning out alright and that won't go un-noticed by the BOSS." Jericho smiled and sipped his brandy.
John's handling of his Uncle and the situation at the 'Devil's garden' had put real smiles on the FAMILY'S faces, especially his doting mother; Queen Mary.
The fourth topic was the smugglers of the supposed crashed Necrosub; The 'Golden Fleece'. Jericho had reported the matter to Angel Margret and it appears that the sub's crew were already under investigation for that [smuggling] and other matters, when the 'crash' happened. "They are shown as missing souls and i believe Doc Underhill has been handed the case. He's going to work with a team from the Dark Side; that should make his day." Jericho said and did smile at that thought.
The fifth topic was their current mission; find a certain 'Alabaster Mooncat' amongst the ruins of Earth in the human year 2834AD. In the forced absence of Alex, Owen had interviewed their informant at the Devil's Garden Reception Centre; he would be rewarded for his co-operation, by a seriously reduced quarantine. It appears that Alabaster Mooncat was somewhere in the ruins of the old city of London. The pace hadn't really been a thriving city for almost two hundred human years.
"Why is this fucker so important?" Owen asked, sprawled across the sofa. Jericho shrugged his shoulders; "Apparently his balls still work." He sipped his brandy and smiled; at the look on their faces. Alex sat up in her armchair; "What the hell does that mean; 'He's bloody balls still work'?"
Jericho chuckled; "it appears that young Mooncat, has one of the last pair of working testicles left on the planet. His tadpoles are still very much alive and swimming about. He's one of the last fertile males left and he's not happy about it. The remaining 'authorities' are after him; they want to drain his balls and inseminate women of their choosing. Sort of create a 'new race'. All handpicked by them. He's gone underground, hiding in the ruins."
"No bloody wonder he's not happy!" Exclaimed Owen; "He doesn't even get the fun part of breeding!" Wilson chuckled; "Right on baby brother!" Alex sighed loudly; "You mean, I nearly ended up in the bloody darkness or worse, married to that mad bastard, just to help find someone with big balls!" That made everyone laugh. "Not the way I would put it, but your close." Muttered Jericho and finished his drink. Mr. Harris appeared and announced dinner. He was nearly knocked over in the rush; lead by a half starved Alex.
The moon was casting the only light, as the team moved through the deserted, overgrown streets of what had been; London. Now and again, they could hear animals calling or growling in the shadows. Owen already had his mirror to hand. Set to stun. He pulled his jacket tightly around himself and eased his back pack a little.
"We're looking for a block of apartments called "Hasib Hussain House', apparently, that's one of his hideouts." Jericho said quietly, walking and reading his mirror. They passed the ruins of quite an impressive mosque and turned down a small street. There were seriously rusted wrecks of electric vehicles everywhere. "How long has this place been like this?" Owen asked, gesturing to the wrecked cars and crumbling buildings. Jericho looked up and stared about the place. "About 150 human years. So, it's not too bad. Some of the buildings are still quite safe; especially the cellars and basements."
Wilson grunted; "I bet the fucking rats are big now." Owen asked why. Wilson smiled at him; "Can you imagine the amount of dead bodies around here; 150 years ago? The rats must have fed on them for years." He gestured to the odd human skull or part skeleton protruding from the grass and weeds and added; "Actually, they did a good job cleaning up." Owen grimaced and pushed his chocolate bar back into his pocket.
Alex adjusted her pack and spoke to Jericho directly; "What are we suppose to do with 'Mr. Big Balls', when we find him?" Jericho chuckled; "Make sure he contacts the local underground and becomes one of them; at the moment, he's a total loner. The underground movement will grab him with both hands; they're mainly women." Wilson sighed; "Lucky bastard." Owen grinned; "Couldn't we volunteer to help with the ladies little problem?" Jericho just stared at him and shook his head in mock despair. That when his mirror started to bleep softly.
"Quick, in there. There's a killer drone nearby." Jericho shouted and gestured towards an underground garage. They ran down the ramp and grouped behind the wreck of a single decker bus. "Cloak yourselves." He whispered, as lights appeared at the top of the street. They watched, as the strange spider shaped vehicle hoovered in the street; it was totally silent. A single, thin red beam swept the garage entrance, hesitated for a second then moved on. The drone was probably the size of an old fashioned automobile. It lifted up and disappeared behind some ruined shops.
"You'll see where that killing machine is controlled from in a minute." Jericho gestured down the street, but lead the team up the fire exit stairs. They managed to reach the fifth floor before Owen called it a day. He slid down the wall and groaned; "I should never had three helpings of that bloody chocolate pudding." Everyone chuckled and Jericho - panting slightly - pointed across the city. Through a big gap in the crumbling tower blocks; they could all see what Jericho meant. It was a huge glass and metal pyramid, lit up like the old Blackpool Tower.
"The surviving elites little nest." He said softly and consulted his mirror again. They watched as various flying craft entered and left through some sort of portal near the apex of the 'pyramid'. "They don't like being on the streets; especially at night." He added. Alex quietly gestured down to the street, where the drone had just been; it was a huge cat - probably a leopard, or something similar - and it was crouching low amongst the ruins of a shop doorway. The team watched in silence as it suddenly leapt forward. There was a horrific squealing and screaming; then silence. They watched the big cat creep away with a huge rat in his mouth.
"Jesus fuck! your right Wilson; that fucking rat must be the size of a small dog." Owen wiped his face; his stomach had settled down. "It's now a fucking jungle down there. Something is always hunting, killing and eating something else." Wilson remarked and adjusted his pack.
"Oh, that's the other little detail that you should know. Some of the 'new tribes' around here; now practise cannibalism." Jericho casually threw that remark out and everyone stared at him. "You mean there are fucking cannibals around here; now?" Owen asked; shocked. Jericho nodded; "As Wilson says, something is always eating something else. Food is always short around here." He heaved up his pack and gestured towards the stairs, adding;" It's easier going down."
They made their way back down the stairs in silence - apart from Owen moaning about his stomach - and were back on the street. "Now, lets find that bloody building." Jericho muttered and they headed up the street with Jericho reading his mirror; he had acquired an old street plan of London for the year 2689AD. The building was shown just two streets away. They turned into the next street and stopped. It was a group of ragged human's - all women - armed with makeshift spears and clubs. They were beating a another woman to death on the flower festooned pavement.
7. ALABASTER MOONCAT.
They watched in shocked silence, as clubs crushed the women's skull and they could hear limbs snapping under the ferocity of the beating. The victim was screaming hysterically and begging for mercy. The screams quickly stopped. Finally, the women stood back and one large woman, gestured for the others to pack their victim into canvas sheets. Some of the women wiped blood from their hands and arms. A couple licked their fingers. Not a single word had been said by the hunters. Carrying their bundle, the women disappeared into the darkness of the next street.
They had not seen the temporal detectives because Jericho's team was still 'cloaked'. Owen leaned over a nearby low, brick wall and threw up. He wouldn't be eating chocolate pudding again - well, not for a while. Wilson turned to Alex and said - quite grimly - "Like the big cat; their night hunt was successful."
Alex said nothing; a little shocked. That didn't happen often these days, but seeing that had shocked her. She helped Owen off the wall and the little group moved on. Jericho took them up the opposite street, to where the women had gone. They all stood before a nine storey high rise. The roof was totally gone, but the sign was still readable: Hasib Hussain House.
Jericho pointed to the sign, laying on the overgrown pavement, where it had fallen many years ago; "This is the place. Nearly everything around here was formerly Muslim. The city was a Muslim Free State City for hundreds of years. They were totally automatous; own laws, customs, schools and hospitals. You couldn't join the Police here, unless you were a devout Muslim. One of many scattered around this small island. Their were few Christians left anywhere; Christianity had basically died out with the old native population. Now, there is no religion - except survival - and that's in the balance."
Owen grunted; "After what I just witnessed; maybe the fuckers should die out." Strangely enough; no one disagreed with him. They slowly and cautiously entered the dark building. Jericho checked his mirror; "There's a living human in here. I'm not reading any other human life forms. I hope its him." Wilson looked about the derelict rooms and corridors. "I bloody hope so too. So we can get the fuck out of here." Now everyone agreed with that. Jericho gestured to a broken open door and they followed the stairs down. It appeared to be, some sort of storage room; with a metal grill covering the entrance.
"He's in there." Jericho said softly and then looked hard at his mirror; "There's a small animal in there too. I think its a cat." He added and rubbed his chin. Wilson took hold of the grill and pushed it up hard and Jericho shouted out; "Alabaster Mooncat! We need to speak to you!" He pushed open the door and Owen shone his mirror in; the young man sat cross legged on the floor; wrapped in a rough blanket. He didn't move or answer.
The big fat ginger cat was sitting on a chair that had no legs. It watched the detectives uncloak with some interest. Jericho walked slowly over and pushed the figure; it rolled onto the floor. Everyone groaned - it had clearly been dead some time - but still had a tang about it.
Jericho stroked the cat and chuckled, he gestured towards the serving hatch and smiled. Wilson pulled it up and open. Alabaster Mooncat sighed; "For most fucking people, the stiff works every time. What the fuck do you want? Your certainly not from round here." He squeezed from the small hatchway and shook himself. "That's fucking unusual; Napoleon doesn't let just anybody stroke him." He stared at Alex and smiled; "Nice piece of arse you've got there. Do you all fuck her? Any chance I can have some?" He grinned and wiped his face.
Alex folded her arms and just sighed; "He can't be any more older than fourteen or fifteen years old. He's the great hope for humanity? huh!" Alabaster Mooncat was indeed only fifteen years old; but much older because how he had lived for six years - since his father had died and left him to survive on his own - he was clearly Indian or Pakistani in descent. But then. old London had been a Muslim
stronghold for centuries; so that was not unexpected.
Wilson also stroked 'Napoleon' and asked who the stiff was. Alabaster shrugged his shoulders and laughed; "The former fucking tenant I guess." He scratched his arms and face and asked; "Like I asked, who the fuck are you? What do you want?"
Jericho leaned against the wall with one hand and smiled; "We're your fairy Godfathers." He gestured to Alex; "and Fairy Godmother of course." Alex stepped forwards and asked Alabaster to show her, his arms. He pulled away - unsmiling - and said;" Fuck off, But I'll show you my cock if you want."
Alex turned to the others; "Rat bites up both arms. He's going to need anti-biotics and probably a tetanus shot. Not to mention some cream; to stop the scratching." She held open her hands and didn't smile. Alabaster reluctantly let her examine his arms. She asked if he had any other bites. He nodded; "Both legs, me back and arse. But the little fuckers missed my huge cock. But I'll still show you, I don't charge much for a good fuck." Now he grinned.
"He has the manners and mouth of a sewer rat." Muttered Wilson, who stood in the doorway, watching the stairs and door. Alabaster pulled from Alex and turned to the hatchway; he heaved a canvas sack from it and dumped it at his feet. "Now, who the fuck, are you bunch of clowns; and I mean, who the fuck are you, really?" Jericho sighed; "Why haven't you teamed up with the underground? They desperately need all the people they can get; especially young men like yourself."
Alabaster just shrugged and pulled a stupid face; "They're all fucking women - well, mainly all splits, there are a few old men amongst them. It's not my scene; besides I survive better on my own. Now, who the fuck are you and what do you really want?"
Alex muttered; "Splits? You refer to women as 'Splits'?" He nodded; "You know; split arses. Slits. Don't have cock and balls, just a stench trench." He giggled at his own supposed humour. Then smiled at Alex; "You've got a good pair of tits. I'll join your fucking team and you can clean your teeth with my cock." He laughed outright and picked up his bag. "Come on Leon, lets get the fuck outta here before these fuckwits attract the retards and we end up as lunch."
He walked to the door and jerked a thumb up the stairs; "Those man eating bitches can hear a rat fart at a mile. You can stay here and get cut up for dinner, but I'm fucking off." The big cat jumped from his chair and stood by Alabasters feet, ready to go. Jericho really did sigh and operated his mirror; "I think I'm might regret this - a little - but it has to be done."
They stood outside the lighthouse in silence watching Alabaster staring at the place; in some shock. The cat seemed totally unfussed about the trip in time and space. Jericho explained - twice - that he would stay here, have his wounds treated and be fed some proper food and rest up. Then he would be dropped back off, near the underground resistance; then it would be up to him, what he did next.
Finally Alabaster spoke; "You are fucking joking. Who the fuck are you?" Jericho sighed; "Come on, lets get you cleaned up and some hot food inside you." He gestured to the light house, where Mr. Harris stood waiting.
Owen chuckled; "I think we'll have to shoot Mr. Harris with a tranquiliser gun after he meets little Lord Fauntroy here!" Even Alex chuckled at that - she knew he was right!
They would be in time for dinner, of course.
8. A HOLIDAY VISITOR FROM HELL.
Young Alabaster Mooncat's first nasty surprise was being dumped in a hot bath. Wilson had to shove him in. "I'd sooner fight a fucking bunch of cannibal women!" He yelled and then came some clean clothes; he sniffed the shirt and jeans and pulled a face. "It smells like fucking flowers, who the hell wants to smell like a bunch of fucking daffodils?" He moaned at Alex and Ruth, who simply ignored his moans - and swearing - and carried on dressing him in the clean clothes; forcibly.
The third topic was the crew of the Guardian Flyer that had rescued Alex; she was very happy to hear they had escaped any punishment by her run to freedom. "They simply said they had been told not to lay a finger on you; otherwise they would have ended up as 'settlers'. So they couldn't restrain you in any way. They were following orders and you took advantage of that. I understand that John had quiet words and thanked them. He's turning out alright and that won't go un-noticed by the BOSS." Jericho smiled and sipped his brandy.
John's handling of his Uncle and the situation at the 'Devil's garden' had put real smiles on the FAMILY'S faces, especially his doting mother; Queen Mary.
The fourth topic was the smugglers of the supposed crashed Necrosub; The 'Golden Fleece'. Jericho had reported the matter to Angel Margret and it appears that the sub's crew were already under investigation for that [smuggling] and other matters, when the 'crash' happened. "They are shown as missing souls and i believe Doc Underhill has been handed the case. He's going to work with a team from the Dark Side; that should make his day." Jericho said and did smile at that thought.
The fifth topic was their current mission; find a certain 'Alabaster Mooncat' amongst the ruins of Earth in the human year 2834AD. In the forced absence of Alex, Owen had interviewed their informant at the Devil's Garden Reception Centre; he would be rewarded for his co-operation, by a seriously reduced quarantine. It appears that Alabaster Mooncat was somewhere in the ruins of the old city of London. The pace hadn't really been a thriving city for almost two hundred human years.
"Why is this fucker so important?" Owen asked, sprawled across the sofa. Jericho shrugged his shoulders; "Apparently his balls still work." He sipped his brandy and smiled; at the look on their faces. Alex sat up in her armchair; "What the hell does that mean; 'He's bloody balls still work'?"
Jericho chuckled; "it appears that young Mooncat, has one of the last pair of working testicles left on the planet. His tadpoles are still very much alive and swimming about. He's one of the last fertile males left and he's not happy about it. The remaining 'authorities' are after him; they want to drain his balls and inseminate women of their choosing. Sort of create a 'new race'. All handpicked by them. He's gone underground, hiding in the ruins."
"No bloody wonder he's not happy!" Exclaimed Owen; "He doesn't even get the fun part of breeding!" Wilson chuckled; "Right on baby brother!" Alex sighed loudly; "You mean, I nearly ended up in the bloody darkness or worse, married to that mad bastard, just to help find someone with big balls!" That made everyone laugh. "Not the way I would put it, but your close." Muttered Jericho and finished his drink. Mr. Harris appeared and announced dinner. He was nearly knocked over in the rush; lead by a half starved Alex.
The moon was casting the only light, as the team moved through the deserted, overgrown streets of what had been; London. Now and again, they could hear animals calling or growling in the shadows. Owen already had his mirror to hand. Set to stun. He pulled his jacket tightly around himself and eased his back pack a little.
"We're looking for a block of apartments called "Hasib Hussain House', apparently, that's one of his hideouts." Jericho said quietly, walking and reading his mirror. They passed the ruins of quite an impressive mosque and turned down a small street. There were seriously rusted wrecks of electric vehicles everywhere. "How long has this place been like this?" Owen asked, gesturing to the wrecked cars and crumbling buildings. Jericho looked up and stared about the place. "About 150 human years. So, it's not too bad. Some of the buildings are still quite safe; especially the cellars and basements."
Wilson grunted; "I bet the fucking rats are big now." Owen asked why. Wilson smiled at him; "Can you imagine the amount of dead bodies around here; 150 years ago? The rats must have fed on them for years." He gestured to the odd human skull or part skeleton protruding from the grass and weeds and added; "Actually, they did a good job cleaning up." Owen grimaced and pushed his chocolate bar back into his pocket.
Alex adjusted her pack and spoke to Jericho directly; "What are we suppose to do with 'Mr. Big Balls', when we find him?" Jericho chuckled; "Make sure he contacts the local underground and becomes one of them; at the moment, he's a total loner. The underground movement will grab him with both hands; they're mainly women." Wilson sighed; "Lucky bastard." Owen grinned; "Couldn't we volunteer to help with the ladies little problem?" Jericho just stared at him and shook his head in mock despair. That when his mirror started to bleep softly.
"Quick, in there. There's a killer drone nearby." Jericho shouted and gestured towards an underground garage. They ran down the ramp and grouped behind the wreck of a single decker bus. "Cloak yourselves." He whispered, as lights appeared at the top of the street. They watched, as the strange spider shaped vehicle hoovered in the street; it was totally silent. A single, thin red beam swept the garage entrance, hesitated for a second then moved on. The drone was probably the size of an old fashioned automobile. It lifted up and disappeared behind some ruined shops.
"You'll see where that killing machine is controlled from in a minute." Jericho gestured down the street, but lead the team up the fire exit stairs. They managed to reach the fifth floor before Owen called it a day. He slid down the wall and groaned; "I should never had three helpings of that bloody chocolate pudding." Everyone chuckled and Jericho - panting slightly - pointed across the city. Through a big gap in the crumbling tower blocks; they could all see what Jericho meant. It was a huge glass and metal pyramid, lit up like the old Blackpool Tower.
"The surviving elites little nest." He said softly and consulted his mirror again. They watched as various flying craft entered and left through some sort of portal near the apex of the 'pyramid'. "They don't like being on the streets; especially at night." He added. Alex quietly gestured down to the street, where the drone had just been; it was a huge cat - probably a leopard, or something similar - and it was crouching low amongst the ruins of a shop doorway. The team watched in silence as it suddenly leapt forward. There was a horrific squealing and screaming; then silence. They watched the big cat creep away with a huge rat in his mouth.
"Jesus fuck! your right Wilson; that fucking rat must be the size of a small dog." Owen wiped his face; his stomach had settled down. "It's now a fucking jungle down there. Something is always hunting, killing and eating something else." Wilson remarked and adjusted his pack.
"Oh, that's the other little detail that you should know. Some of the 'new tribes' around here; now practise cannibalism." Jericho casually threw that remark out and everyone stared at him. "You mean there are fucking cannibals around here; now?" Owen asked; shocked. Jericho nodded; "As Wilson says, something is always eating something else. Food is always short around here." He heaved up his pack and gestured towards the stairs, adding;" It's easier going down."
They made their way back down the stairs in silence - apart from Owen moaning about his stomach - and were back on the street. "Now, lets find that bloody building." Jericho muttered and they headed up the street with Jericho reading his mirror; he had acquired an old street plan of London for the year 2689AD. The building was shown just two streets away. They turned into the next street and stopped. It was a group of ragged human's - all women - armed with makeshift spears and clubs. They were beating a another woman to death on the flower festooned pavement.
7. ALABASTER MOONCAT.
They watched in shocked silence, as clubs crushed the women's skull and they could hear limbs snapping under the ferocity of the beating. The victim was screaming hysterically and begging for mercy. The screams quickly stopped. Finally, the women stood back and one large woman, gestured for the others to pack their victim into canvas sheets. Some of the women wiped blood from their hands and arms. A couple licked their fingers. Not a single word had been said by the hunters. Carrying their bundle, the women disappeared into the darkness of the next street.
They had not seen the temporal detectives because Jericho's team was still 'cloaked'. Owen leaned over a nearby low, brick wall and threw up. He wouldn't be eating chocolate pudding again - well, not for a while. Wilson turned to Alex and said - quite grimly - "Like the big cat; their night hunt was successful."
Alex said nothing; a little shocked. That didn't happen often these days, but seeing that had shocked her. She helped Owen off the wall and the little group moved on. Jericho took them up the opposite street, to where the women had gone. They all stood before a nine storey high rise. The roof was totally gone, but the sign was still readable: Hasib Hussain House.
Jericho pointed to the sign, laying on the overgrown pavement, where it had fallen many years ago; "This is the place. Nearly everything around here was formerly Muslim. The city was a Muslim Free State City for hundreds of years. They were totally automatous; own laws, customs, schools and hospitals. You couldn't join the Police here, unless you were a devout Muslim. One of many scattered around this small island. Their were few Christians left anywhere; Christianity had basically died out with the old native population. Now, there is no religion - except survival - and that's in the balance."
Owen grunted; "After what I just witnessed; maybe the fuckers should die out." Strangely enough; no one disagreed with him. They slowly and cautiously entered the dark building. Jericho checked his mirror; "There's a living human in here. I'm not reading any other human life forms. I hope its him." Wilson looked about the derelict rooms and corridors. "I bloody hope so too. So we can get the fuck out of here." Now everyone agreed with that. Jericho gestured to a broken open door and they followed the stairs down. It appeared to be, some sort of storage room; with a metal grill covering the entrance.
"He's in there." Jericho said softly and then looked hard at his mirror; "There's a small animal in there too. I think its a cat." He added and rubbed his chin. Wilson took hold of the grill and pushed it up hard and Jericho shouted out; "Alabaster Mooncat! We need to speak to you!" He pushed open the door and Owen shone his mirror in; the young man sat cross legged on the floor; wrapped in a rough blanket. He didn't move or answer.
The big fat ginger cat was sitting on a chair that had no legs. It watched the detectives uncloak with some interest. Jericho walked slowly over and pushed the figure; it rolled onto the floor. Everyone groaned - it had clearly been dead some time - but still had a tang about it.
Jericho stroked the cat and chuckled, he gestured towards the serving hatch and smiled. Wilson pulled it up and open. Alabaster Mooncat sighed; "For most fucking people, the stiff works every time. What the fuck do you want? Your certainly not from round here." He squeezed from the small hatchway and shook himself. "That's fucking unusual; Napoleon doesn't let just anybody stroke him." He stared at Alex and smiled; "Nice piece of arse you've got there. Do you all fuck her? Any chance I can have some?" He grinned and wiped his face.
Alex folded her arms and just sighed; "He can't be any more older than fourteen or fifteen years old. He's the great hope for humanity? huh!" Alabaster Mooncat was indeed only fifteen years old; but much older because how he had lived for six years - since his father had died and left him to survive on his own - he was clearly Indian or Pakistani in descent. But then. old London had been a Muslim
stronghold for centuries; so that was not unexpected.
Wilson also stroked 'Napoleon' and asked who the stiff was. Alabaster shrugged his shoulders and laughed; "The former fucking tenant I guess." He scratched his arms and face and asked; "Like I asked, who the fuck are you? What do you want?"
Jericho leaned against the wall with one hand and smiled; "We're your fairy Godfathers." He gestured to Alex; "and Fairy Godmother of course." Alex stepped forwards and asked Alabaster to show her, his arms. He pulled away - unsmiling - and said;" Fuck off, But I'll show you my cock if you want."
Alex turned to the others; "Rat bites up both arms. He's going to need anti-biotics and probably a tetanus shot. Not to mention some cream; to stop the scratching." She held open her hands and didn't smile. Alabaster reluctantly let her examine his arms. She asked if he had any other bites. He nodded; "Both legs, me back and arse. But the little fuckers missed my huge cock. But I'll still show you, I don't charge much for a good fuck." Now he grinned.
"He has the manners and mouth of a sewer rat." Muttered Wilson, who stood in the doorway, watching the stairs and door. Alabaster pulled from Alex and turned to the hatchway; he heaved a canvas sack from it and dumped it at his feet. "Now, who the fuck, are you bunch of clowns; and I mean, who the fuck are you, really?" Jericho sighed; "Why haven't you teamed up with the underground? They desperately need all the people they can get; especially young men like yourself."
Alabaster just shrugged and pulled a stupid face; "They're all fucking women - well, mainly all splits, there are a few old men amongst them. It's not my scene; besides I survive better on my own. Now, who the fuck are you and what do you really want?"
Alex muttered; "Splits? You refer to women as 'Splits'?" He nodded; "You know; split arses. Slits. Don't have cock and balls, just a stench trench." He giggled at his own supposed humour. Then smiled at Alex; "You've got a good pair of tits. I'll join your fucking team and you can clean your teeth with my cock." He laughed outright and picked up his bag. "Come on Leon, lets get the fuck outta here before these fuckwits attract the retards and we end up as lunch."
He walked to the door and jerked a thumb up the stairs; "Those man eating bitches can hear a rat fart at a mile. You can stay here and get cut up for dinner, but I'm fucking off." The big cat jumped from his chair and stood by Alabasters feet, ready to go. Jericho really did sigh and operated his mirror; "I think I'm might regret this - a little - but it has to be done."
They stood outside the lighthouse in silence watching Alabaster staring at the place; in some shock. The cat seemed totally unfussed about the trip in time and space. Jericho explained - twice - that he would stay here, have his wounds treated and be fed some proper food and rest up. Then he would be dropped back off, near the underground resistance; then it would be up to him, what he did next.
Finally Alabaster spoke; "You are fucking joking. Who the fuck are you?" Jericho sighed; "Come on, lets get you cleaned up and some hot food inside you." He gestured to the light house, where Mr. Harris stood waiting.
Owen chuckled; "I think we'll have to shoot Mr. Harris with a tranquiliser gun after he meets little Lord Fauntroy here!" Even Alex chuckled at that - she knew he was right!
They would be in time for dinner, of course.
8. A HOLIDAY VISITOR FROM HELL.
Young Alabaster Mooncat's first nasty surprise was being dumped in a hot bath. Wilson had to shove him in. "I'd sooner fight a fucking bunch of cannibal women!" He yelled and then came some clean clothes; he sniffed the shirt and jeans and pulled a face. "It smells like fucking flowers, who the hell wants to smell like a bunch of fucking daffodils?" He moaned at Alex and Ruth, who simply ignored his moans - and swearing - and carried on dressing him in the clean clothes; forcibly.
but it was the needle that made him run for cover; he actually hid. But was soon discovered and jabbed in the arse, by a smiling Alex. Yes, Mr. Mooncat was not a happy little man and certainly not enjoying his holiday [as Owen called it]. He didn't like the food! He pushed the steak about his plate and asked the shocked Mr. Harris; 'If his bleeding wife could knock up a boiled rat for dinner!' The answer was a resounding; NO!
His sexual habits where; as Wilson put it: "Right up there with an adolescent sex crazed monkey!" He followed Alex and Ruth about with a big grin on his face; usually gripping his crotch. He would open their bedroom doors without knocking - or even asking - in the hope of catching them dressing or undressing. He groped Alex's bum in the study, as she bend over the coffee table to pick up her book. Even with a slap across the face; he didn't get the message.
Ruth almost screamed the place down, when she emptied his canvas bag out and two - long dead rats - fell at her feet. She rushed to the toilet to vomit and Alex prodded the pair with the poker from the fireplace. Mooncat was a little upset when they were thrown into the dustbin. "That's fucking good eating. They have matured just right. You just pop them in boiling water and the fucking meat comes right off the bones." That did make Alex feel sick.
Amongst his meagre possessions were several very old sex magazines. Alex held them up and asked where he got them from; "I use them for trade, there's a lot of old men, who can't get a stiff anymore. I can get a whole fresh dog for just one of them. I found them hidden in some stiffs bag. He had been dead for weeks; probably wanked himself to fucking death." He grinned broadly and pulled them slowly from Alex's hands.
"Now I won't have to use them myself anymore. I've got you and the little tart to look at. Her tits aren't up too much, but your fucking big hooters make up for that. You can jerk me off in the mornings - take turns, if you like - that'll start my fucking day just right. And we can fuck in the evening; both of you together." He pulled down his loose trousers and gripped his cock.
"We can have a quick one now. I'll do your arse first." He started to jerk his cock and Alex almost let him have the poker, but Wilson stepped in - with a broad grin - and let young Mooncat have the full contents of the water filled fire extinguisher. That certainly cooled his amorous passions; he hated washing or being clean.
His behaviour really didn't improve; he actually didn't know how to behave around 'civilised' people. He had to be shown how to use a toilet and he avoided the shower and bath like the plague. Owen commented that the rancid young man was terrified of soap. He had been given a bar and promptly tried to eat it, then followed up that mistake by drinking water, to get rid of the taste. He ran screaming around the lighthouse; foaming like a rabid dog. Wilson smiled; "Well, it does clean up filthy mouths." Everyone chuckled at that.
Ruth almost screamed the place down, when she emptied his canvas bag out and two - long dead rats - fell at her feet. She rushed to the toilet to vomit and Alex prodded the pair with the poker from the fireplace. Mooncat was a little upset when they were thrown into the dustbin. "That's fucking good eating. They have matured just right. You just pop them in boiling water and the fucking meat comes right off the bones." That did make Alex feel sick.
Amongst his meagre possessions were several very old sex magazines. Alex held them up and asked where he got them from; "I use them for trade, there's a lot of old men, who can't get a stiff anymore. I can get a whole fresh dog for just one of them. I found them hidden in some stiffs bag. He had been dead for weeks; probably wanked himself to fucking death." He grinned broadly and pulled them slowly from Alex's hands.
"Now I won't have to use them myself anymore. I've got you and the little tart to look at. Her tits aren't up too much, but your fucking big hooters make up for that. You can jerk me off in the mornings - take turns, if you like - that'll start my fucking day just right. And we can fuck in the evening; both of you together." He pulled down his loose trousers and gripped his cock.
"We can have a quick one now. I'll do your arse first." He started to jerk his cock and Alex almost let him have the poker, but Wilson stepped in - with a broad grin - and let young Mooncat have the full contents of the water filled fire extinguisher. That certainly cooled his amorous passions; he hated washing or being clean.
His behaviour really didn't improve; he actually didn't know how to behave around 'civilised' people. He had to be shown how to use a toilet and he avoided the shower and bath like the plague. Owen commented that the rancid young man was terrified of soap. He had been given a bar and promptly tried to eat it, then followed up that mistake by drinking water, to get rid of the taste. He ran screaming around the lighthouse; foaming like a rabid dog. Wilson smiled; "Well, it does clean up filthy mouths." Everyone chuckled at that.
Owen wanted to throw him in the sea, when he touched up Ruth on the stairs. Finally, after so many protests from the team and the household staff [he had even propositioned Mrs. Harris; asking her if she wouldn't mind giving him 'some fucking head', in the store cupboard, while she made some soup] Jericho agreed to have a little chat with the boy.
It didn't go well, after talking for about twenty minutes; the only reaction from Mooncat was to ask; 'Do you think Alex would let me up her bum?' Wilson took over the conversation and it wasn't pleasant - yet strangely enough - Mooncat sat in silence and listened, as the big man pointed out the many, many errors in his behaviour.
That very night, everyone rushed to Alex's bedroom, when they heard the shouting and yelling; A stark naked young Alabaster Mooncat had been found under her big bed, watching her undress for the night. Wilson dragged him back to his own bedroom and threw him in; with a well earned boot up his backside. Now he did understand that!
One morning Alex and Ruth came into the study, with fresh flowers for the vases and found young Alabaster sprawled across the card table; masturbating into a stolen handful of Alex's panties. Alex said nothing as Ruth screamed and simply tipped a vase of water over him and then threw it at his head. He grinned broadly; "Fucking hell babe! I knew you liked it rough! Can I suck your big tits while the little tart licks my bell end?" Wilson also sorted that one out; he dumped the boy under the shower, in his clothes and ran it cold for some minutes.
Mr. Mooncat really hated washing or being clean. He avoided the bathroom like the plague. Throwing him under the shower was like chucking him into a bonfire; only worse, in his mind. He really couldn't understand what the attraction of showering or bathing was.
Apparently, with a pair of tongs, Alex dumped her soiled panties in the dustbin. Ruth later reported that Mooncat had been in the bin and retrieved them. He hung them up in his bedroom, which now resembled the inside of a local council garbage truck, like hunting trophies.
Apparently, with a pair of tongs, Alex dumped her soiled panties in the dustbin. Ruth later reported that Mooncat had been in the bin and retrieved them. He hung them up in his bedroom, which now resembled the inside of a local council garbage truck, like hunting trophies.
The final straw was when young Mooncat chased Ruth around the dinning room; clutching his erect penis and waving it at her; she ended it with a well aimed soup ladle at his exposed parts - he was lucky; it could have been the soup tureen, which was full of hot soup - everyone sat at the dinning room table in shocked silence. No one had an appetite for the sausage casserole any more...
The only 'guest' who knew how to behave was Napoleon - the bloody cat - and he allowed Ruth to de-flea and worm him. Then she placed the big cat on the study table and groomed him to within an inch of his life. You could hear him purring down the hallway. He loved the food and would lay - paws in the air - in front of the study fireplace and cat nap. What really surprised everyone, was Mr. Parker liked his new friend and the pair would chase each other around the lighthouse and grounds with some joy.
It had only been a week - in human time - but it had felt like a couple of years to the team and staff of the lighthouse. Jericho knew it was time to throw Alabaster Mooncat back to his natural habitat. Owen asked Mooncat, why did the survivors have such strange - and exotic - names?
Mooncat shrugged his shoulders; "So no one remembers anyone from the past, I suppose. Most names back there had a base in fucking religion - which was a pile of shit - you had Christian names, Muslim names, all sorts, which were given to you. Now, we call ourselves by names that mean fucking something to us."
Mooncat shrugged his shoulders; "So no one remembers anyone from the past, I suppose. Most names back there had a base in fucking religion - which was a pile of shit - you had Christian names, Muslim names, all sorts, which were given to you. Now, we call ourselves by names that mean fucking something to us."
Owen had to ask; "Why Alabaster Mooncat?" The boy grinned and explained that he had found a poster of a 'rock band' with that name and the lead singer looked like him. Owen checked on his mirror and found the lead singer was a six foot four, African man with dreadlocks. He asked Mooncat about that. He just shrugged his shoulders; "Nobody is fucking perfect are they?" Wilson pointed out to Owen, that having a conversation with the boy was like talking to a dead rat. though, the dead rat probably had better manners!
The great day finally arrived and Mooncat was given a back pack filled with essentials and a box of tinned food - and a tin opener - and was taken back to his own time. Everyone was a little sad to see Napoleon leave with his master; especially Ruth, who dabbed her moist eyes with a hankie.
Apparently, Mrs Harris and Ruth celebrated Mooncat's departure by opening a bottle of sherry and Mr. Harris had a mug of his favourite beverage; hot chocolate. But it was cleaning up his room that really upset the ladies; the dirty little fucker had been shitting in the wardrobe!
Apparently, Mrs Harris and Ruth celebrated Mooncat's departure by opening a bottle of sherry and Mr. Harris had a mug of his favourite beverage; hot chocolate. But it was cleaning up his room that really upset the ladies; the dirty little fucker had been shitting in the wardrobe!
9. THE UNDERGROUND.
"He's Doc Underhill's human agent for these parts and he'll get laughing boy an introduction to the underground cell that operates around here. He's called - and I want no funny comments about it - Landfill Bus Stop." Jericho informed his team as they made their way through the overgrown streets. It was just before sunset and they were heading for an old underground station.
Jericho ignored the restrained laughter from the team, only Mooncat asked; "What's so fucking funny?" No one bothered to answer him. "So the underground movement live in old underground stations; that makes some sort of sense, I suppose. The elites, of course, would never think of looking for the underground movement in an underground station." Alex commented, smiling, with a little sarcasm in her voice. Then glanced at Mooncat; he picked his nose and ate it!
Alex almost vomited and Owen just stared at the boy, shaking his head in disbelieve. Wilson was right; Monkeys had better manners than him.
The man looked like his was about fifty years old, but Wilson checked his mirror and found that 'Landfill Bus Stop' was only 33 years old. Trying to survive in these harsh conditions was brutal. He greeted Jericho with a handshake and a weak smile. He stared at Alex and rubbed his face; "Doc said she was real beauty. Never exaggerates, I'll give him that." He turned to Mooncat and did not hide his distaste. "Oh. it him." He said to Jericho and sighed; "You do know that, he doesn't know how to behave around people?" It was more of a statement than a question. Wilson muttered; "Yes. We know." Between clenched teeth.
Landfill swung his old baseball bat over his shoulder and gestured to the next turning; "This way. The group use the old Gadhafi Central tube station. It's really deep, with lots of tunnels and passageways. A couple of the smaller drones tried to get down there. they didn't last long." He chuckled and swung the bat a couple of times. "Foodhall is the leader of this little group, she's a bit odd, but knows how to survive, really well." He added.
Owen chuckled and whispered to Alex; "What's her daughter or son called; bloody 'Supermarket'?" Alex managed a smile and the group found themselves outside the boarded up entrance of 'Gaddafi Central' station. They went around the side and Landfill pulled back a large piece of corrugated board. "Come on, lets get off the streets, its almost night and the retards will be out hunting." He said quietly and they followed him down the dark steps. He pulled a green tube from his pockets and shook it; their route was lit by a strange green light.
They descended deep into the complex, the group activated the light on their mirrors which helped considerably. They passed through one platform that was still littered with skeletons; hundreds of them. Landfill gestured to the bones; "They thought they would be safe down here; the fucking stupid bastards." The utter contempt was apparent in his voice. "I get the distinct impression that the survivors don't think much of their ancestors." Owen whispered to Alex, who agreed with him. Being Owen; he asked Landfill outright.
Landfill stopped, baseball bat on shoulder and didn't smile; "They had fucking paradise. They had everything a human could possibly want or desire and they threw it all away. Thousands of years of human evolution was simply thrown away. The stupid fucking bastards." He sighed, adding; "Fucking religion. Fucking hatred. Fucking stupid. All of it." The raw anger was evident in his voice; he waved the group on and Owen didn't ask any more questions.
They saw two young women waiting at the top of a stairwell, they were holding up oil lamps. They both looked tired, but were reasonably clothed and clean. They really looked hard at Jericho, Wilson and Owen. They both smiled - really smiled. Those smiles dropped when they saw Mooncat. One sighed; "Look what the rats dragged in." Was all she said. The group followed them down the metal spiral staircase. Owen chuckled and said quietly to Wilson; "Our rancid friend appears as popular as leprosy in a holiday camp." Wilson just smiled.
One of the girls turned to Wilson and smiled; "Are you staying long big man?" Wilson shook his head. The two girls giggled and the other one patted his arm; "I'm sure you'll stay long enough to get to know Starchart and me." She lifted his arm and pushed his hand onto her breast. "My sister and I share everything." Was all she said. Wilson carefully pulled his hand away and just sighed. Jericho had warned them [the team] that most of the young females were desperate for children; and men that could provide them. He swallowed hard and wiped his face.
"Now I know how bloody prey feels like." He muttered to Alex, who grinned; "You best get used to it. I think most of the young women around here, will do anything - and I mean anything - to get a man to in pregnant them. Our young friend [she gestured to Mooncat] won't stand a chance against you, Jericho and even Owen, until we're gone." She laughed and adjusted her pack. Wilson grunted: "Just say the word and I'm gone." They walked onto another platform and found a small village existed there.
Ragged, but clean, women were emerging from every tent, wooden crate or mixture of both, to view the strange visitors. They completely ignored Alex - which was a new experience for her - and most stared hard at Jericho, Wilson and Owen; especially Jericho and Wilson. "I feel like a zebra thrown into a pit of lioness." Wilson whispered to Jericho, who just smiled. His finger was just above the emergency travel app on his mirror, in his coat pocket. "I actually know what you mean." He said very quietly and smiled, as Landfill introduced them to Foodhall.
She could certainly be described as 'statuesque'; Foodhall was about five feet nine and built like a brick outhouse - as Owen would, and did say - She folded her arms and looked Jericho up and down. Foodhall gestured to Mooncat, who had Napoleon sitting on his shoulders. "At least he's bought his own food." She muttered.
Mooncat shook his head; "You keep your fucking hands off my cat, you big bitch. He's my friend and he's NOT for eating. Especially by a bunch of bitches like fucking you." He said and placed the box of tins down.
"How not to win friends and influence people." Owen said to Alex, who just sighed. This was going to be a lot more difficult than anyone imagined. "I think Foodhall meant your box of tinned food actually." She spoke directly to Mooncat, but smiled at Foodhall. Everyone laughed as Mooncat shuffled his feet and mumbled some kind of apology.
Foodhall looked at Alex and smiled. She turned to landfill and asked him about Mooncat. Landfill nodded; "It's true. he's fertile." Their were gasps and the women gathered around the little group; far more interested in young Mooncat now.
"Yeah, but those two could probably give a baby to a stone." One woman shouted and the others agreed with her. Foodhall smiled at Jericho and Wilson; "You can have your pick. Any one you fancy. Take your time; there's plenty to go round." Jericho just held up his free hand and smiled; "Sorry ladies, but we're here just to deliver the young man, but thanks for that most...most generous offer."
That caused the riot; the desperate women were not going to take a polite no for an answer; they had their hands on four healthy, breeding males and they wanted them; NOW!
The team walked back to the lighthouse, only Alex was smiling. Wilson was examining his ripped shirt and the scratches down his arm and chest. "I'll have nightmares about this for months. Most men would think they died and gone to heaven; thirty or so, young women tearing off their clothes for sex, That fantasy is NOT what it's cracked up to be." He said quietly and touched his cuts gently. He nursed his shoulder; one of the woman had actually sunk her teeth into it, while trying to grab his dick. He sighed with relief that she missed and just scratched his thighs.
"Bloody mad, sex crazed bitches, no wonder Mooncat kept well away from them and we left the poor little sod there to get raped, probably five or six times a day!" Owen finally said and everyone just stared at him. "Don't use that word Owen. I really don't like it." Was all Alex said and she had stopped smiling. Owen looked a little sheepish; "Sorry, but you know what I mean. I just didn't phrase it right, that's all." He muttered and gripped his trousers. Two 'sex crazed' women had almost ripped them off. He had teeth marks on his thighs and actually sweated a little, at the thought; what if they got higher? He shuddered.
Jericho was holding his jacket together; one leg of his trousers was missing and both shoes. He had bites on his knee and thigh. He stared at Mr. Harris standing in the doorway and smiled; mostly with relief. "I'm sure he'll get use to it; as long as they don't eat his bloody cat. He'll be happy." Jericho said to Owen, who nodded. "You were always right about them; bloody women are far more dangerous than men; any day of the week." Wilson had to laugh at that. Owen was definitely growing up now.
"I'll hold surgery in the study." Alex said and grinned. She was actually going to enjoy this.
10. ALEXANDRA'S MISSION OF MERCY.
Owen was sprawled across the sofa, occasionally stoking Mr. Parker who lay next to him. He was reading 'War & Peace' - the abridged and condensed version - and sipping his hot cup of coffee. Now and again, he would reach to the coffee table, that he had pulled up, and take a sandwich. Mrs. Harris had made him a variety - which he liked - and enjoyed an egg and tomato one.
Wilson lay snoring, stretched out in his armchair, feet up on the footstall. He was having delicious dreams about 78th precinct and his glory days back in the 1970's. Alex was sitting upright in her armchair by the fireplace; reading 'The Naked Ape'. She would occasionally chuckle to herself and sip her coffee. All was quiet and everyone was enjoying that.
Jericho slipped into the study and dropped into his well worn armchair and made himself comfortable. Alex looked up from her book and immediately noticed the brown paper file that he held in one hand. "Anything interesting?" She asked softly. Jericho smiled; "It is for you. We're not involved in this one." He gestured to Owen and Wilson, then himself. "It's right up your street and your well qualified for it." He grinned and handed her the file, helping himself to the coffee pot and a sandwich from Owen's pile.
Alex placed her book down and read the mission summary. She sighed loudly, it was not the best of assignments, but could understand why she had been lumbered with it. "Doc Underhill was the first choice for the mission - the only choice really - he knows the time and place, he knows the women - they treat him like some revered grandfather - and of course; he a qualified doctor. Probably delivered more babies than I've had hot dinners." Jericho slumped back in his armchair and sipped his most welcome coffee.
Alex read that Doc would be assisted by her and Lisa Solomon from Inspector Harry Hadden's team; Lisa had been a midwife in her previous life. Alex actually smiled to herself; what would those women make of the dashing, handsome and utterly charming young Inspector Hadden. "Another bloody riot, I expect." She muttered and grinned. The fourth member of the team, she didn't know; a woman called Adaeze Singagolee, who had been a senior nurse in Nairobi General Hospital; she was the sergeant on Inspector Dawn Daniels team.
"The Team has been given the number 153 - the next specialist team number - and you leave this evening. Supplies will let you have some specific medical supplies. This little project comes directly from above. HE wants the current human line to continue." Jericho shrugged his shoulders and added; "Buggered if I know why." Then smiled.
Owen peered over the top of his book; "That sounds the the perfect team to handle a baby boom. Thank fuck, I'm not going." He grinned and went back to his book. Wilson, aroused from his slumbers - by the talking - chuckled; "Hope you enjoy yourself amongst those crazy cows, baby sister. Give my regards to Mooncat; if he's still breathing and they haven't throw him off a very tall building yet."
Alex placed the file down and headed for her rooms. Whatever Owen and Wilson thought of Alabaster Mooncat; he had certainly done his job. The underground village in Gadhafi Central tube station was expecting some fourteen infants, over the next week, and needed help; urgently. Alex packed a small bag of essentials and headed for the Lightroom; the team would meet up in Angel Francis's office for a final briefing, then on to 2834AD. It had been nearly a year in human time, but was only yesterday for the team.
The boys disappeared to England on a mission and the team finally reunited that night. Two weeks had already gone by for living humans. Alex looked a little tired and thoroughly enjoyed a hot bath before dinner. She had some great pictures on her mirror and over coffee with Mrs. Harris and Ruth, she proudly showed the infants she had delivered into the harsh world of 2834AD. One little girl particularly stood out and all the ladies agreed; she looked like Wilson!
It made for lively dinner conversation that night!
"He's Doc Underhill's human agent for these parts and he'll get laughing boy an introduction to the underground cell that operates around here. He's called - and I want no funny comments about it - Landfill Bus Stop." Jericho informed his team as they made their way through the overgrown streets. It was just before sunset and they were heading for an old underground station.
Jericho ignored the restrained laughter from the team, only Mooncat asked; "What's so fucking funny?" No one bothered to answer him. "So the underground movement live in old underground stations; that makes some sort of sense, I suppose. The elites, of course, would never think of looking for the underground movement in an underground station." Alex commented, smiling, with a little sarcasm in her voice. Then glanced at Mooncat; he picked his nose and ate it!
Alex almost vomited and Owen just stared at the boy, shaking his head in disbelieve. Wilson was right; Monkeys had better manners than him.
The man looked like his was about fifty years old, but Wilson checked his mirror and found that 'Landfill Bus Stop' was only 33 years old. Trying to survive in these harsh conditions was brutal. He greeted Jericho with a handshake and a weak smile. He stared at Alex and rubbed his face; "Doc said she was real beauty. Never exaggerates, I'll give him that." He turned to Mooncat and did not hide his distaste. "Oh. it him." He said to Jericho and sighed; "You do know that, he doesn't know how to behave around people?" It was more of a statement than a question. Wilson muttered; "Yes. We know." Between clenched teeth.
Landfill swung his old baseball bat over his shoulder and gestured to the next turning; "This way. The group use the old Gadhafi Central tube station. It's really deep, with lots of tunnels and passageways. A couple of the smaller drones tried to get down there. they didn't last long." He chuckled and swung the bat a couple of times. "Foodhall is the leader of this little group, she's a bit odd, but knows how to survive, really well." He added.
Owen chuckled and whispered to Alex; "What's her daughter or son called; bloody 'Supermarket'?" Alex managed a smile and the group found themselves outside the boarded up entrance of 'Gaddafi Central' station. They went around the side and Landfill pulled back a large piece of corrugated board. "Come on, lets get off the streets, its almost night and the retards will be out hunting." He said quietly and they followed him down the dark steps. He pulled a green tube from his pockets and shook it; their route was lit by a strange green light.
They descended deep into the complex, the group activated the light on their mirrors which helped considerably. They passed through one platform that was still littered with skeletons; hundreds of them. Landfill gestured to the bones; "They thought they would be safe down here; the fucking stupid bastards." The utter contempt was apparent in his voice. "I get the distinct impression that the survivors don't think much of their ancestors." Owen whispered to Alex, who agreed with him. Being Owen; he asked Landfill outright.
Landfill stopped, baseball bat on shoulder and didn't smile; "They had fucking paradise. They had everything a human could possibly want or desire and they threw it all away. Thousands of years of human evolution was simply thrown away. The stupid fucking bastards." He sighed, adding; "Fucking religion. Fucking hatred. Fucking stupid. All of it." The raw anger was evident in his voice; he waved the group on and Owen didn't ask any more questions.
They saw two young women waiting at the top of a stairwell, they were holding up oil lamps. They both looked tired, but were reasonably clothed and clean. They really looked hard at Jericho, Wilson and Owen. They both smiled - really smiled. Those smiles dropped when they saw Mooncat. One sighed; "Look what the rats dragged in." Was all she said. The group followed them down the metal spiral staircase. Owen chuckled and said quietly to Wilson; "Our rancid friend appears as popular as leprosy in a holiday camp." Wilson just smiled.
One of the girls turned to Wilson and smiled; "Are you staying long big man?" Wilson shook his head. The two girls giggled and the other one patted his arm; "I'm sure you'll stay long enough to get to know Starchart and me." She lifted his arm and pushed his hand onto her breast. "My sister and I share everything." Was all she said. Wilson carefully pulled his hand away and just sighed. Jericho had warned them [the team] that most of the young females were desperate for children; and men that could provide them. He swallowed hard and wiped his face.
"Now I know how bloody prey feels like." He muttered to Alex, who grinned; "You best get used to it. I think most of the young women around here, will do anything - and I mean anything - to get a man to in pregnant them. Our young friend [she gestured to Mooncat] won't stand a chance against you, Jericho and even Owen, until we're gone." She laughed and adjusted her pack. Wilson grunted: "Just say the word and I'm gone." They walked onto another platform and found a small village existed there.
Ragged, but clean, women were emerging from every tent, wooden crate or mixture of both, to view the strange visitors. They completely ignored Alex - which was a new experience for her - and most stared hard at Jericho, Wilson and Owen; especially Jericho and Wilson. "I feel like a zebra thrown into a pit of lioness." Wilson whispered to Jericho, who just smiled. His finger was just above the emergency travel app on his mirror, in his coat pocket. "I actually know what you mean." He said very quietly and smiled, as Landfill introduced them to Foodhall.
She could certainly be described as 'statuesque'; Foodhall was about five feet nine and built like a brick outhouse - as Owen would, and did say - She folded her arms and looked Jericho up and down. Foodhall gestured to Mooncat, who had Napoleon sitting on his shoulders. "At least he's bought his own food." She muttered.
Mooncat shook his head; "You keep your fucking hands off my cat, you big bitch. He's my friend and he's NOT for eating. Especially by a bunch of bitches like fucking you." He said and placed the box of tins down.
"How not to win friends and influence people." Owen said to Alex, who just sighed. This was going to be a lot more difficult than anyone imagined. "I think Foodhall meant your box of tinned food actually." She spoke directly to Mooncat, but smiled at Foodhall. Everyone laughed as Mooncat shuffled his feet and mumbled some kind of apology.
Foodhall looked at Alex and smiled. She turned to landfill and asked him about Mooncat. Landfill nodded; "It's true. he's fertile." Their were gasps and the women gathered around the little group; far more interested in young Mooncat now.
"Yeah, but those two could probably give a baby to a stone." One woman shouted and the others agreed with her. Foodhall smiled at Jericho and Wilson; "You can have your pick. Any one you fancy. Take your time; there's plenty to go round." Jericho just held up his free hand and smiled; "Sorry ladies, but we're here just to deliver the young man, but thanks for that most...most generous offer."
That caused the riot; the desperate women were not going to take a polite no for an answer; they had their hands on four healthy, breeding males and they wanted them; NOW!
The team walked back to the lighthouse, only Alex was smiling. Wilson was examining his ripped shirt and the scratches down his arm and chest. "I'll have nightmares about this for months. Most men would think they died and gone to heaven; thirty or so, young women tearing off their clothes for sex, That fantasy is NOT what it's cracked up to be." He said quietly and touched his cuts gently. He nursed his shoulder; one of the woman had actually sunk her teeth into it, while trying to grab his dick. He sighed with relief that she missed and just scratched his thighs.
"Bloody mad, sex crazed bitches, no wonder Mooncat kept well away from them and we left the poor little sod there to get raped, probably five or six times a day!" Owen finally said and everyone just stared at him. "Don't use that word Owen. I really don't like it." Was all Alex said and she had stopped smiling. Owen looked a little sheepish; "Sorry, but you know what I mean. I just didn't phrase it right, that's all." He muttered and gripped his trousers. Two 'sex crazed' women had almost ripped them off. He had teeth marks on his thighs and actually sweated a little, at the thought; what if they got higher? He shuddered.
Jericho was holding his jacket together; one leg of his trousers was missing and both shoes. He had bites on his knee and thigh. He stared at Mr. Harris standing in the doorway and smiled; mostly with relief. "I'm sure he'll get use to it; as long as they don't eat his bloody cat. He'll be happy." Jericho said to Owen, who nodded. "You were always right about them; bloody women are far more dangerous than men; any day of the week." Wilson had to laugh at that. Owen was definitely growing up now.
"I'll hold surgery in the study." Alex said and grinned. She was actually going to enjoy this.
10. ALEXANDRA'S MISSION OF MERCY.
Owen was sprawled across the sofa, occasionally stoking Mr. Parker who lay next to him. He was reading 'War & Peace' - the abridged and condensed version - and sipping his hot cup of coffee. Now and again, he would reach to the coffee table, that he had pulled up, and take a sandwich. Mrs. Harris had made him a variety - which he liked - and enjoyed an egg and tomato one.
Wilson lay snoring, stretched out in his armchair, feet up on the footstall. He was having delicious dreams about 78th precinct and his glory days back in the 1970's. Alex was sitting upright in her armchair by the fireplace; reading 'The Naked Ape'. She would occasionally chuckle to herself and sip her coffee. All was quiet and everyone was enjoying that.
Jericho slipped into the study and dropped into his well worn armchair and made himself comfortable. Alex looked up from her book and immediately noticed the brown paper file that he held in one hand. "Anything interesting?" She asked softly. Jericho smiled; "It is for you. We're not involved in this one." He gestured to Owen and Wilson, then himself. "It's right up your street and your well qualified for it." He grinned and handed her the file, helping himself to the coffee pot and a sandwich from Owen's pile.
Alex placed her book down and read the mission summary. She sighed loudly, it was not the best of assignments, but could understand why she had been lumbered with it. "Doc Underhill was the first choice for the mission - the only choice really - he knows the time and place, he knows the women - they treat him like some revered grandfather - and of course; he a qualified doctor. Probably delivered more babies than I've had hot dinners." Jericho slumped back in his armchair and sipped his most welcome coffee.
Alex read that Doc would be assisted by her and Lisa Solomon from Inspector Harry Hadden's team; Lisa had been a midwife in her previous life. Alex actually smiled to herself; what would those women make of the dashing, handsome and utterly charming young Inspector Hadden. "Another bloody riot, I expect." She muttered and grinned. The fourth member of the team, she didn't know; a woman called Adaeze Singagolee, who had been a senior nurse in Nairobi General Hospital; she was the sergeant on Inspector Dawn Daniels team.
"The Team has been given the number 153 - the next specialist team number - and you leave this evening. Supplies will let you have some specific medical supplies. This little project comes directly from above. HE wants the current human line to continue." Jericho shrugged his shoulders and added; "Buggered if I know why." Then smiled.
Owen peered over the top of his book; "That sounds the the perfect team to handle a baby boom. Thank fuck, I'm not going." He grinned and went back to his book. Wilson, aroused from his slumbers - by the talking - chuckled; "Hope you enjoy yourself amongst those crazy cows, baby sister. Give my regards to Mooncat; if he's still breathing and they haven't throw him off a very tall building yet."
Alex placed the file down and headed for her rooms. Whatever Owen and Wilson thought of Alabaster Mooncat; he had certainly done his job. The underground village in Gadhafi Central tube station was expecting some fourteen infants, over the next week, and needed help; urgently. Alex packed a small bag of essentials and headed for the Lightroom; the team would meet up in Angel Francis's office for a final briefing, then on to 2834AD. It had been nearly a year in human time, but was only yesterday for the team.
The boys disappeared to England on a mission and the team finally reunited that night. Two weeks had already gone by for living humans. Alex looked a little tired and thoroughly enjoyed a hot bath before dinner. She had some great pictures on her mirror and over coffee with Mrs. Harris and Ruth, she proudly showed the infants she had delivered into the harsh world of 2834AD. One little girl particularly stood out and all the ladies agreed; she looked like Wilson!
It made for lively dinner conversation that night!
Candy Morris [the pilot] and Troy Askship [the co-pilot] of the Necrosub
that crashed with Alex on board had their bodies recovered. Rather unusually, their souls were recalled from the darkness by Prince John, who was in the Devil's Garden at
the time. They both continued to fly Necrosubs. Team 74 attended the big party
that the pair had to celebrate, their escape from the darkness. Omar and
McAlister also attended. The party is a legend in the Department...Alabaster Mooncat survived in Gadhafi Village for several years. He is reputed
to have fathered over three hundred children with about as many women. He fell
ill and despite the best efforts of the village women and male elders; he died
in 2841AD. His soul was collected and processed. Rather surprisingly, he now
works as a Collector; and he's really good at it!
Foodhall remained the village chief for about nine years and never had any children. She died of pneumonia in 2843AD. She was greatly mourned by all the villagers. Her soul was collected and processed.
Starchart and her sister; Sunrise had five children between them and three made it to adulthood. They lived a long life [for the time and place] and Starchart died in 2859, whilst Sunrise passed way in 2866AD, a remarkably good age for the time. Both their souls were collected and processed at the relevant times.
The fate of Napoleon the cat is unknown, but he was known to have survived Mooncat's passing. He remains the only male cat that Mr. Parker has allowed in the lighthouse, without fur flying!
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