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Scheiße !”


Meike cursed as her shot was nothing like that which she had planned. Silja laughed mockingly.


You have a touch like a train crash !”


Silja leaned over the table and lined her final shot up. Meike’s attempt at a desperate snooker in order to save the match had failed so badly she had left Silja with what amounted to an open goal which Silja did not waste. She pushed the cue hard into the white ball and Beau’s Tavern echoed with the clatter of ball against ball as Silja’s final striped pool ball disappeared into the far corner pocket.


Fá í og þakka þér kærlega !” Silja crowed triumphantly. “You lose, come here Meike !”


Meike smiled graciously in defeat to stand in front of Silja and accept her forfeit. She offered her nose to Silja.


Ha! The blue dot of shame!” Silja carefully applied the blob of chalk to the end of Meike’s nose. “And no rubbing it off, A deal is a deal!”


The two girls rejoined the others in the corner booth. Monika and Uwe clapped as the victorious Silja wriggled her way back onto her seat.


Obviously I have not had enough beer.” Meike announced by way of excusing her defeat.


Bah. You were crushed !” Silja chuckled. Uwe agreed. “Jupp, played off the table from what I saw!”


Silja was enjoying her night off. She had found some new friends and Thursday nights at Beau’s had become a happy routine. Meike, Monika and Uwe were great fun and the four of them shared the same outlook. So, a few beers and a few hours of laughter, not to mention the few games of pool whereby ‘The Blue Dot of Shame’ was awarded weekly. It served as a nice relief to Silja’s almost 24/7 caring for Anneka.


And her new friends were such a contrast to the brooding self-important ‘too cool to fool’ bunch that surrounded that asshole Chris Anson. Silja didn’t think about him much these days. You live and you learn. Anyway, she never saw him around at all, and she probably knew why. She knew that most people that crossed her sister’s path had a habit of disappearing. But that was all six months ago. Now she had a little group of friends that were fun to be with and altogether more suited to her sensibilities, and of course shared the same ironic sense of humour.


A little later, Silja stood up and announced she better be getting back home. She picked up her bag and plonked it on the table. The muffled thud of the heavy pistol inside elicited a chuckle from the others. It was not far to Joe’s house and they knew Silja was well capable of looking after herself.


Uwe grinned “Uh huh. The Ninja Assassin needs her beauty sleep hmm?”


Silja grinned back at Uwe, pulling on her jacket she extracted herself from the booth. “See you all at The Waffelhus, Saturday?”


Meike stood up and hugged Silja tight, making sure she left a blue chalky deposit on the side of Silja’s face. “Naturlich !” She chuckled.

Silja gave a final wave from the door and headed outside. The night was still warm, She noted the Union Guards trudging their usual path up and down the street. Silja felt happy, the smile on her face was wide as she strode down the street, she kept one hand on the top of her bag, knowing that the chromed .45 automatic was inside.


She turned right, past the Enfo barracks. At the gate the guard slouched against the wall paying half attention as the tight pants and high heeled boots passed by. Nice legs, but the shorn head and long blonde plait swinging behind made the young girl look kind of scary. He just upnodded as Silja walked by.


It was only as Silja turned the last corner, out of sight of the sentry and with Joe’s house just coming into view that Silja heard one heavy footstep behind her. A huge hand covered her mouth and a strong arm clutched her waist. He had come from nowhere.

She struggled and tried to kick back, she felt the pointed heel of her boot scrape down a shin. The man growled in pain but it was not enough to stop him, She felt herself being lifted off her feet, her legs windmilled in free air. Usually she was a tenacious scrapper but at the same time she was only slightly built and way too light to cause this brute a problem.


She could smell the garlic on his breath as he growled into her ear. “Miss Berg wants to see you.”


Miss Berg. Hanne. Her sister. This must be that damned thug, Dwight! She realised.


She felt at once relieved and terrified. Dwight was a psycho, but she knew that at least she was not going to be harmed. Hanne would never allow it, and Dwight, despite his psychotic tendencies was fiercely loyal to Hanne


Get the fuck off me!” She hissed into his clammy hand. She tried to bite, but the hand had clamped her jaw shut



Still struggling she was unceremoniously dumped into the back of the van and the doors closed behind her.



Joe Spivey's picture

((Ooooh. I can't wait to see how this develops :D (Good lighting too.)

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

Me too ! :P

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Silja Henningsdottir's picture

(( Late... But here is Silja's little bunch as they enjoy an afternoon in The Waffelhus

.  L - R :    Silja. Meike. Monika. Uwe.






Iss eggsackertly wot I said .....    Idd-eee- oot !

Joe Spivey's picture

I have a neighbour who looks just like Monika!

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

Do you get the feeling Uwe is feeling left out of three-way girl talk but has found something nice to look at in the other side of the table ?

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

Uhuh, and Meike has just noticed.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

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