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pshrynk · 09-25-2009, 09:52 AM

The police car rattled into the cane field and stopped with a dusty screeching. Biggles slurped out of the passenger seat and moaned. The roads to the field were in sad need of repair, as was his head. And the heat was tremendous. Summers in Boston had been hot on occasion, but this was like opening the gates of Hell and inviting a couple of active volcanoes in for drinkies.

They walked up to the cluster of people standing around a sheet. He saw Wallbanger there and nodded in recognition. Stout fellow, that! Biggles was pretty sure that Harv had assisted in getting ghim back to his hotel room in more or less three pieces.

"Ah. Mr Biggles!" said the very offical looking man in the suit, "Or should I say, Major Biggles? Don't look surprised, it doesn't go well with the shade of green on your face."

Biggles remembered back to his Spy Academy training and followed the first rule of dealing with your cover being blown. Fortunately acting stupid came as a natural for him.

"Right. What's all this, then? Having a bit of early morning tea?"

"More of an early afternoon lineup. Would you care to comment on this?" The sheet covering Filthy Pierre was thrown back.

Biggles, totally unprepared for the sight, promptly got heartily and enthusiastically sick. "What the blazes happened to that man?"

"It appears he was frozen to death in the middle of a cane field in the middle of the tropics. Do you have any idea of how that may have happened?"

"How would I bloody well know how something that bizarre happened?"

"You were seen engaged with this man in a game of poker last night, in which you lost quite heavily."

"Well, yes, he did win a tidy sum from me, and then promptly lost it all to a squid." Biggles paused as the incongruity of his last statement hit him. Contrary to expectations, however, this bit of news caused the police jefe to be more alarmed than incredulous.

"Dios mios! Where the squid goes, disaster soon follows!" He gestured at two of his officers who ran to their motorcycles and buzzed off in great haste.

09-25-2009, 09:52 AM	#274
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	The police car rattled into the cane field and stopped with a dusty screeching. Biggles slurped out of the passenger seat and moaned. The roads to the field were in sad need of repair, as was his head. And the heat was tremendous. Summers in Boston had been hot on occasion, but this was like opening the gates of Hell and inviting a couple of active volcanoes in for drinkies. They walked up to the cluster of people standing around a sheet. He saw Wallbanger there and nodded in recognition. Stout fellow, that! Biggles was pretty sure that Harv had assisted in getting ghim back to his hotel room in more or less three pieces. "Ah. Mr Biggles!" said the very offical looking man in the suit, "Or should I say, Major Biggles? Don't look surprised, it doesn't go well with the shade of green on your face." Biggles remembered back to his Spy Academy training and followed the first rule of dealing with your cover being blown. Fortunately acting stupid came as a natural for him. "Right. What's all this, then? Having a bit of early morning tea?" "More of an early afternoon lineup. Would you care to comment on this?" The sheet covering Filthy Pierre was thrown back. Biggles, totally unprepared for the sight, promptly got heartily and enthusiastically sick. "What the blazes happened to that man?" "It appears he was frozen to death in the middle of a cane field in the middle of the tropics. Do you have any idea of how that may have happened?" "How would I bloody well know how something that bizarre happened?" "You were seen engaged with this man in a game of poker last night, in which you lost quite heavily." "Well, yes, he did win a tidy sum from me, and then promptly lost it all to a squid." Biggles paused as the incongruity of his last statement hit him. Contrary to expectations, however, this bit of news caused the police jefe to be more alarmed than incredulous. "Dios mios! Where the squid goes, disaster soon follows!" He gestured at two of his officers who ran to their motorcycles and buzzed off in great haste.