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A Shot In The Dark [Epilogue]

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"The bright blue eyes gazed back defiantly from under a mass of tousled blonde locks"

 

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A Shot In The Dark [9]

 

Mick Fischer was probably one of the closest people to the pond then the bomb went off. He had been dozing against the wall of the entrance to the Life-net bunker. The shock made him leap to his feet then he found himself gazing at the column of water erupted thirty or forty metres up into the air.

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A Shot In The Dark [8]

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Kirsten.” Joe said, softly smiling, palms held up before him. His supplication did nothing so deflect or reduce the dark brown Oriental fury that was emanating from Kirsten’s eyes. The left hand rose to indicate the lounge door. The right arm lowered a bemused Anneka to the ground. The thin brown lips gave only slightly to issue Anni an instruction.

Go find Silja.”

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A Shot In The Dark [7]

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No No it went… Hast du etwas Zeit für mich, Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich, Von 99 Luftballons, Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont” Meike warbled, then went on to explain. “It was very popular one time, a sort of protest song, everyone sang it at parties!”

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A Shot In The Dark [6]

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Henning prised the wood panel out of it’s frame and set it to one side. He licked his dry lips as he reached into the now revealed recess. His hand closed around the bottle. Well one of them, there were six in the void behind the wall.

 

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A Shot In The Dark [5]

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Crossing the hall from Joe’s study to the kitchen, Silja’s legs felt like jelly. Maybe it was the brandy, but the time she had just spent with Joe made her think deeply about her situation, a lot.


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A Shot In The Dark [3]

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Silja sat tight lipped in the passenger seat of Joe’s van. She could see Joe’s knuckles showing white even against his pallid skin. She listened to him breathing through his nose, it was slow, regular, but through his nose, audible above the rumble of the van and the odd crashed gear change. Silja rubbed at the chafing left on her wrists by several applications of handcuffs. She was not looking forward to arriving at Chez- Spivey, not one bit.

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A Shot In The Dark [2]

 

 The three police officers knowledge of Icelandic expletives was expanding exponentially as they hauled Silja out of the van and into the Police Station. The tirade only intensified as they shut the iron door to the cell.

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A Shot In The Dark [1] A continuation of 'Siblings'

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Kirsten’s morning was not going well.

 

She had started the day in a benevolent mood. Yesterday had been Silja’s day off and she had decided to let Silja sleep late. Silja had come home late and had probably had a nice evening with her friends so Kirsten had seen to breakfast.

 

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Siblings [4]

 

Poppa will be so pleased to have you home?’

 

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Siblings [3]

 

Hvað í fjandanum er þetta kjaftæði!”

 

Hanne barely suppressed her truimph, she knew she had her sister on the ropes. Silja was now breathing deeply, open mouthed, not through her nose. Her defiance instantly had been replaced by a wild panic. Hanne always hated not being in control, and she could see her sister was not much different in that respect.

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Siblings [2]

 

 

When the doors opened again Silja pressed herself against the bulkhead like a cornered cat, she hissed like one also. She had had time to think. She reasoned that Dwight was under orders not to harm her, but she didn’t trust the lumbering hulk, she was unsure if a bid for freedom was worth the risk.

 

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Siblings

 

 

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 !”

 

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Caught!

Silja lay awake in the dark, the only sound was the dogs barking occaisionally Of course she could hear her Momma breathing, it was slow, rasping. Silja was not hungry, it was not hunger that was keeping her awake but she knew that Monna had given her extra food at the cost of going without herself. Silja knew she had to try again.

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Curiosity.

 

 

“I likes our speshkul talk.” Anneka gave her most inquisitive stare at Silja across the table. “Why dun’t Momma and Poppa know the speshkul talk?

 

Slija smiled back. “That’s because they have not learned to speak Icelandic.”

 

“Why?”

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Sticky Situations at Chez Spivey

 

"Ég lítur út eins og fordæmdur strákur!" Anneka snapped out in Icelandic.

"No you don't look like a boy." Slija helpfully translated for Kirsten's sake, omitting the expletive, naturally. "Look, Momma has you in a lovely dress ! Boy's dont wear dresses now, do they?"

Anneka had a face like thunder. If such a look could kill. Silja fussed at the dress trying desperately to reaffirm Anneka's self-identity. It was not working. Kirsten sighed, she was non to pleased also.

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The Truth of Consequences (Rear Window addendum)

 

The room was clean and tidy but basic. Silja threw her rucksack on the bed then sat herself on the end. She let the dam burst. She finally let herself cry more than she ever cried in her entire life. Even more than when her mother died, but then she was only eight. That was different, a sort of numbness where she allowed the adults around her take her away from the stinking room where Momma had died, an emaciated worn out husk of her former beautiful self who had lost the fight.

 

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Rear Window [Epilogue]

 

Somewhere at the bottom of a canyon, a phone rang, It was enough to momentarily scare away the mutated beast which was pawing away at strips of duct tape. The phone stopped ringing. The beast sniffed the air and sensing no danger returned to it’s meal. After the phone rang several times more, the beast no longer saw the need for caution, it simply ignored the sound and tore the carcass of it’s lunch apart.

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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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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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