15
The Holocaust
Since the explosion at Westfield, Mario had mysteriously taken seven weeks leave and no one had seen head nor tail of him since. So while Mario was away I would have double Speech and Language Therapy instead last thing on Friday. I had had a bizarre week at C.H.I.S since the explosion no one seemed to want to talk about it and being back at home on Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. I only found out that the explosion was confirmed as a terrorist attack because I overheard two nurses whispering what had been reported in the local newspaper. I told Ben and Keith from S.P.O.P.R to meet me at half eleven on Saturday in Folders Lane so I could inform them of the recent suspicious events at C.H.I.S. Once inside the S.P.O.P.R base I explained to them what I had witnessed they couldn’t quite believe that someone could be stupid enough to bomb a hospital. Keith then handed me two boxes one was shaped like a cylinder, the other more rectangular. I opened the cylinder shaped parcel expecting to find some kind of gadget but I found that it was nothing of the sort; it was just some new clothes and some shoes, with a note on from Keith.
“Please don’t connect the laces together because I’ve replaced them with explosives, try not to go near open fires with them”
On the sideboard next to the computer next to where we had congregated there was a DVD with my name on in italics, I opened the rectangular box and found the latest I phone. From the other side of the room I could hear the DAB radio: “Good morning we’ve just been informed by our overseas co-ordinator Gene Seers that the Channel Tunnel is closed, flights to and from France have been cancelled after a boat crash in the channel injuring 23 of the 100 people on board , the remaining 77 people have claimed that they were held at gun point, until they crashed, and now for the other news: The Albion drew 1:1 with Cardiff and here’s Lindsey with the weather: “ The weather forecast for today is going to be wet at first, then gradually as the day goes on it will get better”.
Meanwhile Mario had promised to pay the pilot £1000 to get to Austria and, a further £250 for not attracting any unwanted attention. He walked to the terminal which wasn’t as busy as he had expected, there was a line of about 20 men with boards with names on and it didn’t take Mario long to find his name, it was in white on a black background. The driver looked in his 50’s.
“Where do you come from?” the driver asked.
“England.”
“Where in England?” Mario could see that he was getting impatient.
“Chailey.” The taxi driver pulled out of the airport going at 40mph, he finally got his Skoda up to 50mph.
“Do you want to go on a short cut?” he asked.
“Yea go on then.” Mario replied.
They stopped in front of some trees, the driver got out the car, he pushed the trees and shrubbery to one side to leave a rocky road but then he pushed a button in the palm of his hand. As if by magic all the rocks had gone. Mario hadn’t anticipated his next move. He drove with his foot flat on the floor towards a huge boulder. It suddenly deflated and they carried on down this empty road at such a speed Mario didn’t even dare to look at the speed dial. The driver dropped Mario off at a ski chalet in Austria named the “Royal” where another man called Mark, another terrorist was waiting for him.
“So Mario how was your journey?” Mark asked.
“Quiet” Mario replied.
“Good! Now I’m sorry Mario we’re going to have to get down to business straight away. How did your coda bomb go off at Westfield?”
“It went off as planned in fantastic style; it got all the media attention.”