Monday, 30 January 2017

The Consignment

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Rain dripped off the umbrella.
Cartwright looked at his watch and pressed the button again.
He looked around in the darkness. Apart from the dimmed interior lights from the flotilla of cars behind, it was absolutely pitch black. There were meant to be guards on the gates, but there was no one, anywhere.
“What’s going on Cartwright?”
He turned to see the car door ajar.
“Be with you in a minute Ma’am,” he pressed the button again. This time the intercom crackled and hissed.
“Hello,” Cartwright said. “This is Cartwright from the palace, I have the consignment.”
 “I’m terribly sorry Cartwright from the palace,” it was a woman’s voice, not what Cartwright had expected. “This facility is not open for delivery,” that wasn’t what he had expected either.
“Damn you. Stop playing games, I have the Queen, and the Prime Minister and twenty-two other dignitaries here. Now open up immediately, or…or… face the consequences.”  He stamped his foot for good measure.
“Sorry to inconvenience you Cartwright from the Palace, we did try to call before you left London. This facility has fallen into the hands of Save People, Not Politicians. I’m afraid the place is full, there’s no room at the inn for you and your dignitaries.”
“Stop messing around you silly little girl,” Cartwright yelled, “Let us in.”  But it was no good. The intercom was dead. He looked at his watch and headed back to the car.

The Prime Minster, the Home Secretary, the Queen and the Prince were squeezed into the back of the Queen’s Bentley listening to Cartwright explaining the problem.
“Don’t we have the codes to open the doors?” the Home Secretary asked.
Cartwright waved away some of the smoke and coughed.
“Once the doors have been primed, they are only operated from the inside.”
“Well, can’t we force our way in?” the Queen asked.
Cartwright shook his head.
“That’s the problem, Ma’am, this bunker was built to withstand a nuclear attack, I’m not sure our pistols and sub-machine guns will have much effect,” He looked at his watch.
“Well, we must try.” the PM added her two-penneth worth.
“Yes, Ma’am, I’ll talk to Captain Brendon.” Cartwright looked at his watch and opened the car door.
“When this is over these people will be tried for treason and hung,” the Queen said.

“Yes Ma’...” The loudest bang Cartwright had ever heard and the brightest light he’d ever seen stole his words and rendered them useless anyway.

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