Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1005.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1005
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“Do we actually know these people have Simon?” I asked.

“No, not for certain, but it’s probable.”

“And now they have Tom and my children.”

“That I can confirm.”

“If someone will loan me a gun, I shall go and get my children back.”

“Sorry, we can’t do that, which you well know. I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait this out. We have trained negotiators and a firearms team on its way.”

“That is my house, those are my children and my adopted father–if you think I’m going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs for the next three days–forget it. Besides, I need a change of clothing.”

“I see, I’d have thought being married to a banker, you could afford to buy something.”

“What’s that got to do with it, that is where I live and I don’t accept that a bunch of clowns should stop me living in it as I normally do. Besides that, my children are in there and I’m not, they need me.”

“They have the professor.”

“But it’s me they’ll want.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s a baby in there, too. You can’t just ignore her, she could become ill quite quickly, I need to go and see to her.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t allow that, Lady Cameron.”

“Is this a police state?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, in which case just keep out of my way.” I opened the car door and ran straight at the policeman who tried to grab me until I sidestepped and whacked him with my bag as I went past. He fell over but wasn’t hurt. I then ran up the drive and went straight to the back door–which much to my surprise was unlocked.

I stepped inside and was immediately pushed over and my bag taken from me. There were two of them, the man with the gun pointed at me and the woman who was tipping my handbag onto the kitchen table. “D’you mind, that bag is a Louis Vuitton, it cost a lot of money.”

“Ha, the capitalist pig squeals.” I recognised the voice from the phone. “So, you are going to kill me are you?” She then hit me in the stomach and punched me as I doubled up from her blow. I could taste blood, my lip was stinging and felt like I’d had collagen injections.

She kicked me, and I took the blows, but it bloody hurt.

“You gonna kill me, huh? I don’t think so.”

I felt blood drip from my nose, and it felt very tender. My eyes were watering and things were a bit blurry. Had I made the wrong decision? Dunno–but having made it, I had to run with it.

“I came to see my children, they’ll be very frightened, and there’s a baby–she’ll need feeding.”

“This creature, is a boy–Igor–maybe I should let you rape him, so you can compare him to a real woman.”

I heard the man with the gun laugh behind me. “Then I kill him?”

“Later, perhaps. They won’t attack because we have children here–and their precious boy-mother.” She grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me to my feet, that hurt too. This sonofabitch was going to deserve payback in spades.

I was dragged through into the lounge and unceremoniously dumped on the floor before my children. They were all sat on the floor around the feet of Tom and Leon, who were tied and gagged on two dining chairs.

“Where’s the baby?” I asked.

“Get the baby for him, Igor.” The gun man went off upstairs to collect Puddin’. I glanced around and five horrified children sat and stared at me in disbelief. Then all hell broke loose.

“Don’t you hit my mummy,” Trish launched herself at the woman who swiped at her and missed but caught Meems who fell backwards. Danny flew at her and as he made contact so Billy jumped on her as well. Meems was crying but I think okay. I stood up and with two kicks caught the woman under the chin and in her chest. Her head hit the floor with a crump and she lay still.

I said to Danny to grab Puddin’ when the man came back. He did a moment later, Danny snatched the baby and I swung the chair at his chest. He got one arm to it, but it knocked him backwards and his gun dropped which Billy snatched from the floor, rolling away as he took it.

Igor was obviously hurt, the way his one wrist was hanging it looked broken. He laughed and came at me, I sidestepped at the last moment and kicked him on the side of his face as he went past. He careered over a settee and hit the floor with quite a thump. He staggered to rise to his feet and Danny bashed him on the head with a bottle of Tom’s single malt.

He stood up, looked at Danny and as he stepped towards the boy I landed a flying kick which knocked him into the fireplace where he smacked his head on the hearth and lay still.

Trish was releasing Leon and Tom. I took the gun off Billy, who was shaking with fright. Livvie was standing looking aghast and holding the baby.

“As soon as I can secure the front door, get them all out,” I hissed at Leon who nodded. He took the baby from Livvie and Trish took her hand. They followed me out to the hallway. There was no one to see.

I opened the door and they all ran for it. I went in search of my quarry and hopefully my husband. The woman groaned as she lay on the floor, Igor, I suspected was dead or dying in the fireplace.

The police saw four enter the house, where were the others? As the kids ran towards the road, shots rang out from upstairs, which were returned by police snipers and the sound of glass smashing was followed by a thump upstairs–damn, that’s my bedroom, I’ll need to get the carpet cleaned now. I wonder if blood comes out with one of those steam things?

I crept up the stairs and exchanged shots with a man who jumped out of the window and ran off up the garden. I crawled into my bedroom and saw the intruder there was probably dead. I got to my wardrobe, and pulled out the bow and the quiver. Then a few moments later with the gun tucked into the waistband of my jeans, I jumped out of the window and went stalking my prey.

He’d cut himself somehow, probably on the ledge of the veranda in Stella’s room. I set up the bow as I stalked my quarry, and by the time I reached the orchard, I was ready to loose an arrow.

He fired at me, hitting one of the apple trees, I fired back and the arrow caught him in the shoulder. He screamed and fell backwards. I loaded another and walked calmly towards him, he was squealing and trying to wriggle towards his dropped gun. I kicked it away and aimed at his groin.

“Unless you want me to give you a one stage sex change on the end of this arrow, tell me where is my husband? Where is Simon Cameron?”

He whimpered and shed loads of tears, I loosed an arrow which grazed his leg and he screamed. I loaded another. “Oops, I missed, oh well, this time.”

I drew back the bowstring and he screamed, “I tell you, don’t shoot.”

“Where is he?”

“Empty farmhouse, at Soberton Heath.”

“Is he still alive?”

“Yes,” the man lay back and cried, “Don’t kill me.”

“I’m here,” I called to the police swat team, “It’s okay, I disarmed him.”

The clods still charged in and snatched my bow and pushed me to the ground. Once I was allowed up I actually slapped the man in charge, hard enough to drop him. He charged at me and I caught him with a kick to the chest. He fell back and lay there gasping for breath.

“If any of you lays one finger on me ever again, I’ll beat the crap out of you and sue you for compensation. And believe me I can.” They stood around open mouthed.

The injured Russian was led away with my arrow still in his shoulder.

“I should be charging you with assault with a deadly weapon,” said Wheatland.

“You should be thanking me for saving the lives of several of your officers. Now I want you to take me to an empty farmhouse at Soberton Heath. That’s where Simon is.”

“How do you know that?”

“The man with the arrow in his shoulder told me on condition I didn’t turn him into a pin cushion.”

“He confided in you, I take it?”

“He wanted to help me find my husband. I can be very seductive when I want, you know.”

“Even with a bloody face,” he passed me his handkerchief, and I gingerly wiped at my nose and mouth.

“What about the three indoors?”

“All still alive, the one in the fireplace has serious head injuries, and the woman on the floor has concussion.”

“Good, when it’s better let me know, I’ll hit her again.”

“You realise she has a broken nose and the side of her face is caved in, I think her cheek is smashed and possibly her jaw as well. It won’t improve her looks.”

“She threatened to kill my children, if she died, I’d have no conscience about it.”

“You could be charged with manslaughter.”

“I was unarmed she was holding a gun, my kids attacked her when she hit me, I just helped them a bit.”

“You were unarmed, what’s this then?” He took the pistol out of my jeans.

“That belonged to her, the bow is mine–I want it back and all the arrows, including the one in our helpful intruder’s shoulder.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands.”

“Get me to Soberton Heath or take the consequences.”

“One more statement like that and I’ll have you arrested.”

“If you do, you’ll be retired faster than the speed of light. I have some very powerful friends.”

“Your father in law isn’t above the law, you know.”

“I have friends more powerful than him–when you’re ready to risk your pension to find out, let me know, unless you’d prefer to finish your career back on the beat. That could be arranged too.”

“You’re not joking are you?”

“No, where’s this flipping car, or shall we go in the Mondeo?”

“We’re going by helicopter, which if my ears aren’t deceiving me, is coming now.”

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