The Manager In The Window
A small chink of light appeared on the far wall in the corner. A head popped out of it. A voice from the bright aperture uttered, "Indy, Sir, your mum is on the phone. She wants to know if you want turkey dinosaurs or chicken nuggets for...."
Indy went apopleptic "TELL HER IT'S ALWAYS TURKEY DINOSAURS! I'M BUSY DOING IMPORTANT WORK AND SHE STARTS TO CA..."
"She wants to talk to you". The voice, the chink of light then disappeared sharply.
Indy fished out a mobile phone from his no-doubt disgusting pocket.
"Muuuum, I told you I was busy doing important eeeevil wooorrrk....Yes......Yes....I know......But I......Yes mum..........................Love you too".
I looked over at GS. This was our chance. All of his gang were staring at Indy and sharing his awkward moment. GS had freed both gargantuan hands and was now free to rip open the straps tying his feet together. It took a second.
With that, GS leapt off the chair that had been keeping him captive. To this day I still have never seen him as angry. The nearest is whenever John Terry comes to the Emirates but my faithful green friend that day allowed me to be privy to a raging ballet as he tore into the ITK's faithful henchmen. They were still in a semi-trance from that shameful phonecall. The next thing they knew was a 4inch sharp claw had rendered their insides as external, gory decorations. From person to person he attacked with roaring glee. The red mist had not only descended, but he was surfing on a crest of a bloody wave.
GS found himself near my position and handily freed me of my bonds. A curt nod was enough to acknowledge my appreciation.
All that was left was about three of the following and Indy, Ben, Wayne and Salomon. GS bared one tooth, growled what must've been the infamous 'Brown Noise' because Ben and Wayne simultaneously shat themselves and ran for the exit.
Indy roared......"BRING OUT THE GIMP!!!!"
A large wrought-iron cage came crashing down from the ceiling, directly hitting the space between us and our vile enemies. It was empty. A scutter could be heard revertebrating around the room. It was out there.....
Just then, it came into view as it launched itself at GS. GS struggled to stay on an even keel, but I identified it. It was Yann M'Vila. So that's where he has been hiding....
Kalou then sought to protect his leader. He cartwheeled toward me and flung his limp limb toward my head. It was a lax attempt at inflicting pain. I caught his foot, it felt completely boneless. I wrenched it toward me, so he was close enough to smell my fist. He did. ZONK!!! It was the last thing he did before blissful unawareness hit him. He crumpled to the floor.
I looked to my compadre, who had everything under control. He had gotten Yann into a headlock and booked a medical with BUPA for him. That was all he had wanted. The animal Yann had become quelled instantly. He shook GS's ample paw and made his way from this now redundant hovel. The other henchmen, witnessing their primary weapon being disarmed so easily, turned on their cowardly heels and fled. Pity, I had a taste for it. I took a step toward Indy, whose abundant paunch now quivered like a startled jelly.
"Please, please, I can't get into a fight. If my mum finds out she'll ground me for weeks and take away the WIFI, please don't hit me my mum can't know!!!... "
I feinted a punch halfway toward our timid wrongdoer. It was enough to send him to his knees.
"OKOKOKOK, please, don't hit me my mum will kill me!!!"
"Reveal your 'sources' to uz. Eef you do, you can walk out of 'ere now."
His answer froze GS and chilled my blood........
We raced out of Stamford Bridge and West London without speech. Cigarette after cigarette was smoked. No words needed to be exchanged between us. We knew we had to end things. We knew where we needed to go....
A Plush, expansive apartment overlooking the Thames. A knock on the door, polite but with intent.
The inhabitant walked toward the door, clad in nothing but a pair of designer pants that were clearly too small for him but he was of the opinion that this was fashion. The smell of cooking bacon fillled the living space.
"Hel..."
KER-SMASH!!!!!!!
As the mystery man attempted to utter a querying greeting, my fist met his jaw as the door was opened. Fury coursed through my veins. Fury borne from betrayal.
"'Ow could you do zees, afterr everyzink I 'ave done for you, that Arsenal 'as done forr you. Why spread zese liiieeess?"
My pain leaked across my words. My pain was apparent.
