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So Long Ago... So Clear

Silja closed the kitchen door and watched the scrawny kid for a few minutes. The kid hunkered down in the yard and finished off the humongous sandwich unaware that she was being watched. Finally, comestibles consumed, Finny unlatched the gate and disappeared from view. Silja closed the blind and turned away, glancing at the clock. Anneka’s bedtime.

 

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Rear Window [9]

 “Yer can feck awfe ! There is no damned way I’m gonna wear a damned clown suit ! “

The taller of the two men turned to the other.

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Rear Window [2]

The phone the table had actually rang four times before Hanne snapped out of her thoughts and finally answered it.

"Hallo ?"  She enquired and instantly recognised the high camp voice at the other end.

" Miss Berg, Miss Berg, Miss Berg ! I heared you were returning to work and I just couldn't resist giving you a little  'welcome back' tinkle..  How are you, dearie? "

" Fat Eric... "  Hanne smiled to herself, " It seems one cannot sneeze without you saying 'gesundheit' for me. I am fine, thank you for asking. And you ?"

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Family reunions - loose ties

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Hanne Berg sat on the stool at the end of the bar in Trader Flats.  She rotated the half full glass of now well-past-room-temperature beer once more on its place mat. Hanne hated waiting around in bars, a woman alone in a bar is attracts all manner of low-life and no-hoper men wanting to 'buy her a drink'.

Hanne smirked to herself. At least she had inherited her fathers cold steel nordic eyes. Her well practiced cold-stare could stop even the most ardent bar-pest in his tracks.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [13] and last :)

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[13]

Three hours earlier...

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [12]

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Dr. Malansky opened his eyes. His mouth felt like a cat litter tray, somewhere behind his eyes he felt a dark throbbing dull pain.

“Bloody hell...” he groaned as he saw the best part empty whiskey bottle on the small table beside his bed.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [11]

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“What do you suggest we do now the Mortensson woman is dead?”

Dr. Malansky shrugged in answer to the question from an agitated Dr. Phillips, her eyes showing the fury of the frustration she had about yet another failure in her research.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [10]

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Silja Henningsdottir pulled the thin blankets over her head and cuddled tightly into Teddy. She felt the cold. She thought about that night a year ago when the thick drizzle swept in from the North Atlantic. Her bed then was soft and comfy; she had a mound of quilted blankets.  But her mind dwelled on the fight Momma and Poppa had, remembered how Poppa had slammed the door behind him as he left. Silja sniffed.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [9]

Engifer Johannsson sat outside the Kitchen Block of the Life-Net facility and rolled himself a well earned cigarette. He had taken the liberty of checking that none of the “assistants” were about first, last thing he needed was an inquest on how he had procured tobacco. Some of the Skeinir knew about his “unauthorised” supply lines but turned a blind eye, after all, cheap smokes were hard to come by.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [8]

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Six months later....

“We have our deadlines, Doctor Malansky.”

Dr. Helen Phillips peered over the top of her clipboard at her colleague.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [7]

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((  So sorry it has take so long to bring you this chapter of Silja's story, you may have to revisit the previous six to bring yourselves back up to speed..  anyway,, enjoy part 7


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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [6]

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Disbelief  can take a long time to register in the mind.  Niether  Frú Mortensson nor Frú Jeppesson said anything in the  long  long pause which followed the opening of the second set of doors.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [5]

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And so it went as arranged, the big 6x4 arrived and collected Silja and her Momma from the farm. Silja quivered with excitement as Pfc Buchannan hoisted her into the rear of the truck to join her Momma. The big brown packing case took up the middle of the floor alongside that of Frú Jeppesson.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [3]

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“Mrs Buh-jorck Mortunsun?”  Enquired the soldier who approached Silja’s Momma. Silja’s Momma remained tight lipped. She regarded the man with distrust.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [2]

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          Silja heard Momma sigh. It was along sad sigh. Silja knew Momma was watching her.

          Silja was sitting in the little red painted rocking chair Poppa made for her fifth birthday. It was her favourite, Silja’s own. Too small for adult bums, perfect for Silja. And it had been her personal perch, in front of the fire, only for for Silja and Teddy, no-one else.

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A löngu síðan á Íslandi ..... [1]

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Let’s start this with a line from a blog entry by Henning Mortensson posted a while ago.

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A crumpled note for Joe....

(( When Silja got back from her last courier mission, Joe was not in his 'offoce. so she passed this note to Rodney along with the keys to the car Joe had lent her for the job. Rodney of course put the note somewhere 'safe' and promptly forgot about it...) 

       Hai Joe...

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Above and beyond

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What's brown and bald and screams a lot? Yup, Joe on a trail bike. On the plus side though the woodland creatures, even the big hairy ones with sharp teeth, got the hell out of the way.

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Deliverence

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A day, a night, and most of another day trapped in a car with anyone can strain a relationship. Let's just say there were tantrums, feelings were hurt and there were occaisional tears. Tuki, on the other hand was fine.

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A prolonged goodbye

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Subdane entered the Waffle house, scanning the people inside. Hyle was behind the counter, serving her customers, Reavy say next to two men Subdane didn’t know. He let out a sigh and walked up to the counter with mixed emotions, it was good to see familiar and friendly faces but it was a bittersweet meeting.

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There are many layers and usually there are tears. (Continuation of the Onion thing)

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Iceland is a pretty place if you like lots of snow, volcanos, mud and a language that makes you go squinty eyed trying to even understand it, never mind speak it. But despite its 'features' Iceland looked damned attractive to the good folks at LifeNet. Now this might have been because of the island's unique geologic and climatic conditions. Or it might have been for its, well...... remoteness. I don't know, but they built a research facility there anyway.

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Well, It's kinda like an onion... y'know?

It started with that punch.

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