10-29-2017, 02:50 AM
Opening the door to the little flat, a white male picks up paper bag.. "BAAAABY.. Wifey dear" Sighing as he sees the lights off, "Great more honey needs.. I have good news.. I will be tossed in among the names for that beat reporter.. Maybe.. Just maybe.."
A woman comes running and grabs the man, Shaking she just holds him..
Dropping the groceries, "Luv.. You are shaking.. What.."
"Bart.." The woman points as her arm shakes, "The.. The kitchen.. Home.. Home invasion.."
Instantly Bart puts his wife behind him as he picks up a solid iron poker, "Stay behind me Gloria.."
"Please sir.. We.. We were just doing a job," A strained voice speaks..
Backing up, "Lets get out of.."
"BARTIE boi," Bart hears his own voice.. "My apologies good sir.. I will send a check for the damage to the wall.. There is no need to run.. These buggers wont be hurting anyone today.. The bloody Yanks of the world's most powerful navy are on the Job.."
Bart is froozen, "Gloria darling.."
"I have no clue.. He said the two of your were old Frienemies.. He could not let his best competition go down like this.. Who would he argue with?" Gloria holds Bart tightly.. "Those men where paramilitary.. They.."
Bart stops as he sees a street sweeper on the ground. Handing the Iron bar to Gloria, Bart uses his foot to get the street sweeper up to his hands.. After checking the weapon Bart moves professionally..
Entering the lighted living room as a hum stops, "Oh bloody hell.."
One man is stuck head first in the wall, with a knife pinning his hand at an odd angle.. Another was hanging by his hand from the deep freezer passed out cold..
"Lance Corporal Bartholmew Issaic Andover- Dweller.. Of her majesty's SAS.. Retired," A man in modified future force armor with a red cross on it is speaking in Dweller's voice.. A man groans, "Oh shut up Jenkins.. Mr. Dweller was going to come home and go all SAS on you.. I saved your life.."
The man stands up and takes two steps he falls down.. Two kitchen knives come from his back, as blood drips on the floor..
"Sorry bout the floor," Dweller's voice comes from the man.. "Gloria darling would you make our guest a cup of tea.."
"You F#$%ing American Bastard.." Dweller gets pissed, "You think we just drink tea and eat crumpets.."
The Armored Man stops and looks behind Dweller.. "Be a good lass and set your weapon down.. Do not make me get evil.. Gloria Dweller is a lady.."
A weapon cocks behind Bart at his wife's head, "Lovely.."
"Mr. Colt.. You may be fast but if you think your that fast," The female freezes when she hears a teenage girls voice from Andros..
"Mama.. Mr. Colt.. He did things to me," Andros raises a teenage female that is bound and gagged.. Using his free hand, the armored man draws an old colt and puts it to the teens temple.. In Val Kilmer's voice, "Your right darlin.. I aint that fast, but I know your definately not this fast.."
Gloria winces as the sound of a gun fires..
"You.."
"Next one splatters your only daughter's brains all over Gloria's clean kitchen floor," Gloria's voice comes from Mr. Colt.. "Now be a smart lass and lay down your weapons.. So you know Mr. Dweller would not approve of me killing your daughter.. He is a man of honor.. I am a soldier.."
Slowly Bart moves Gloria away from the woman in all black, "What the man said.. " Bart takes the woman's weapon, "Lay on the ground hands on your head. I will not let him kill your daughter.."
The woman lays on the ground, "You do know Mr. Colt who I work for.. He will come for you.."
"She has cuffs in her back pocket.." The kid does not move the weapon from the Teens face, "Mrs. Dulos.. You are in deeper S#$% then you want to know.."
Andros takes out the phone as Dweller quickly has the cuffs on the woman..
"She is heavier then.." Dweller instinctually pushes Mrs. Dulos's arm at an angle, "Strong to.."
"Cross.. Hey buddy I need a pick up.. Got you somethin," Andros speaks in a different voice..
The same voice comes from the phone, "Andros.. Oh a present.. "
"Just trace the phone.. MAMG is closet.. " Andros smiled, "She is working on something.. A Personal Project.." A few seconds pass, "Tell Wallace's niece since I got Lucy a pony.. I got her a maid.."
"Understood," Cross speaks from the phone..
Andros sets the phone on the counter..
"Who.. Who are you," Gloria Dweller holds the the cold iron tightly?
Andros hangs up the phone after a beep comes from it.. Taking a deep breath andros takes off the armors helmet.. Andros speaks in Bart's voice, "Madam.. I do apologize.. I am rude and Crass.. Your husband.. Is a good man.."
"A bloody fourteen year old," Bart stands up as he puts a boot in Dulos's back.. "I will let you breaking in my home slide.. Will you tell me what is going on?"
"Andros nicodemus colt at your service.." Andros knocks the teen to the ground, "Sit doggie.. I am from the future.. And.." Andros takes a deep breath, "I am the last great dinosaur in news.. Among other things.. I have a huge problem.."
"The Future," Gloria looks at Andros..
"It is how I knew this would happen.. " Looking at her husband, "My loyal opposition.. I have come to tell you.. " Taking a deep breath, "I have to put the weight of western democracy's not so free press on your shoulders.. I might not .. Well lets dwell on positive things.. You were the only reporter of my caliber.. At least on ethics.. You made millions facing off with me over ideals .. I am here to humbley ask you good sir.. Sir Dweller, Knight of the young queen of Ireland and the UK, Ambassador at large of the Kingdom.. The burden of a free press now lands on your shoulder's.. If somethig happens to me, it will be you representing freedom"
"My husbands is not," Gloria pauses and turns to look at her husband.. "The promotion.. He.."
"Not tomorrow.. Later on," Andros smiles.. "The only reporter I have to face over ideals.. The only man of honor that was in the field.."
"Wait.." Dweller looks at the kid, "The young Queen of Ireland and the UK.. You have flipped your lid son.."
"No.. At the start of war world three.. The EU's puppet government in westminster had the queen killed and tried to control the young queen.. She escapes to Dublin Ireland.. Declares Westminster to all be traitors.. She declares the Governemnt of Ireland to be her parliment.. Sir Ni.. Well her prime minister, The man who rescued her.. Addresses the Irish parliment, and reqeust to open the queens government.."
"That.. That would.. Ireland," Dweller is shocked..
"Lets just say the Irish were more shocked then you," Andros spoke quietly.."Suffice it to say it went a long way towards a permanent peace.. Especially when the scottish parliment's escapees arrived.."
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