said Nuttall solemnly.
‘Well, it
certainly beats your average mass murdered, rapist, psychopath and
extortionist. So, you want me to kill him… or her then?’
‘Yes and
quickly before this Titoo chap starts something. Only you have the
resources, the invulnerability and… dare I say it, the ingenuity to
do it,’ said Nuttall.
For some
reason, Madeline became overwhelmed with emotion and her eyes
welled up as he said this.
They left the
veiled room and entered the lift, the faint tinnitus noise returned
inside Nuttall’s head.
‘I don’t know
why but suddenly I feel very depressed. I have an odd feeling that
everyone despises me,’ said Madeline trying her best not to
cry.
The passable
smile on Nuttall’s face dropped and the friendly glint in his eye
extinguished. He immediately began to loath the person next to him.
The lift door opened. They were greeted by six angry looking men
wielding hand guns. Nuttall felt the urge to join in and took out
his hand gun and shot Madeline in the chest - then the others
opened fire. The bullets pierced Madeline’s designer clothes but
fortunately bounced off her new impervious body. She hastily
selected explosive motion level 5, pushed them violently aside and
ran at the speed of a Bugatti Veyron, down the corridor, out of the
main entrance, across the gravel drive and out of the main
gates.
‘This is going
to be a challenge,’ said Madeline out loud as she flew across a
ploughed field with powerful strides of over ten metres. The
feeling that everybody hated her suddenly disappeared and the
distant hail of bullets suddenly stopped. A message came through on
her invasive MI 7 communication device:
‘ You now
know what you’re up against, for a few minutes you were the most
loathed person on Earth. The hate feeling disappeared as quickly as
it appeared. Find this Mark Titoo or whoever is doing this and do
what you’re best at. Good luck.’
Madeline didn’t
like the idea that killing was what she was best at. Surely there
were other things that she was better at than killing. She thought
about it and realised that there wasn’t. She ran for over four
miles across fields, jumping easily over dry stone walls and
streams until eventually, after about five minutes, she reached a
small town with a supermarket. The most important item on her
shopping list was an a23 12volt battery. She fitted it into the
small device she had received in the post that morning and dialled
up Barton.
‘Hi Pops, hope
your device works,’ said Madeline deciding to try out a new name
for him.
A voice came
back clearly recovering from a serious bout of sobbing, ‘Is the
green light on?’
‘Yes… are you
all right, Barton?’
‘ I am now.
Ten minutes ago for some unknown reason I started ripping wires and
pipes out of your tank in an uncontrollable rage.’
‘You hated me,
right?’
‘ Well… yes.
The feeling faded before I’d done any real damage but I can’t
explain it.’
‘You sound as
though your upset,’ pried Madeline.
‘ Suddenly
after a few minutes, my emotions seemed to rebound from extreme
hate to extreme…’
‘…Love?’
suggested Madeline.
She didn’t give
him time to answer - the last thing she wanted was to go all sloppy
on each other.
‘Heard the
name: Mark Titoo? Don’t bother answering, course you have but you
don’t know who he is and you’ve never met him. Apparently we’re all
being influenced by some kind of mind wave - signal. It’s just made
every one in the country – probably in the world, hate me for a few
minutes.’
‘ My God,
that will explain it. I suppose this person is your next target
then?’
‘Naturally, but
in the search, I suspect a few obstacles he may well be thrown in
my way. Somehow I need some leads…’
‘ Don’t
forget your data bases, they may reveal something?’
‘Good thinking,
I think I’ll hide myself in a pub somewhere and journey
inattentively inwards.’
‘ Journey
inattentively
‘Well, it
certainly beats your average mass murdered, rapist, psychopath and
extortionist. So, you want me to kill him… or her then?’
‘Yes and
quickly before this Titoo chap starts something. Only you have the
resources, the invulnerability and… dare I say it, the ingenuity to
do it,’ said Nuttall.
For some
reason, Madeline became overwhelmed with emotion and her eyes
welled up as he said this.
They left the
veiled room and entered the lift, the faint tinnitus noise returned
inside Nuttall’s head.
‘I don’t know
why but suddenly I feel very depressed. I have an odd feeling that
everyone despises me,’ said Madeline trying her best not to
cry.
The passable
smile on Nuttall’s face dropped and the friendly glint in his eye
extinguished. He immediately began to loath the person next to him.
The lift door opened. They were greeted by six angry looking men
wielding hand guns. Nuttall felt the urge to join in and took out
his hand gun and shot Madeline in the chest - then the others
opened fire. The bullets pierced Madeline’s designer clothes but
fortunately bounced off her new impervious body. She hastily
selected explosive motion level 5, pushed them violently aside and
ran at the speed of a Bugatti Veyron, down the corridor, out of the
main entrance, across the gravel drive and out of the main
gates.
‘This is going
to be a challenge,’ said Madeline out loud as she flew across a
ploughed field with powerful strides of over ten metres. The
feeling that everybody hated her suddenly disappeared and the
distant hail of bullets suddenly stopped. A message came through on
her invasive MI 7 communication device:
‘ You now
know what you’re up against, for a few minutes you were the most
loathed person on Earth. The hate feeling disappeared as quickly as
it appeared. Find this Mark Titoo or whoever is doing this and do
what you’re best at. Good luck.’
Madeline didn’t
like the idea that killing was what she was best at. Surely there
were other things that she was better at than killing. She thought
about it and realised that there wasn’t. She ran for over four
miles across fields, jumping easily over dry stone walls and
streams until eventually, after about five minutes, she reached a
small town with a supermarket. The most important item on her
shopping list was an a23 12volt battery. She fitted it into the
small device she had received in the post that morning and dialled
up Barton.
‘Hi Pops, hope
your device works,’ said Madeline deciding to try out a new name
for him.
A voice came
back clearly recovering from a serious bout of sobbing, ‘Is the
green light on?’
‘Yes… are you
all right, Barton?’
‘ I am now.
Ten minutes ago for some unknown reason I started ripping wires and
pipes out of your tank in an uncontrollable rage.’
‘You hated me,
right?’
‘ Well… yes.
The feeling faded before I’d done any real damage but I can’t
explain it.’
‘You sound as
though your upset,’ pried Madeline.
‘ Suddenly
after a few minutes, my emotions seemed to rebound from extreme
hate to extreme…’
‘…Love?’
suggested Madeline.
She didn’t give
him time to answer - the last thing she wanted was to go all sloppy
on each other.
‘Heard the
name: Mark Titoo? Don’t bother answering, course you have but you
don’t know who he is and you’ve never met him. Apparently we’re all
being influenced by some kind of mind wave - signal. It’s just made
every one in the country – probably in the world, hate me for a few
minutes.’
‘ My God,
that will explain it. I suppose this person is your next target
then?’
‘Naturally, but
in the search, I suspect a few obstacles he may well be thrown in
my way. Somehow I need some leads…’
‘ Don’t
forget your data bases, they may reveal something?’
‘Good thinking,
I think I’ll hide myself in a pub somewhere and journey
inattentively inwards.’
‘ Journey
inattentively
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