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Post by Toz76 on Dec 5, 2017 21:53:16 GMT -5
And at the same time, Knowles pulled the pin on the grenade in his pocket. The resulting explosion didn't kill anyone other than Knowles, but it did puncture several of the truck's fuel tanks, and the fire took care of them pretty well.
*******
Elvira and Ruocco made it to the plane.
"Where are the others?" Cambria asked.
"There's no time! I see cops! We need to leave!" Wilcox ordered.
"But Blade..."
"NOW, Palepu!"
The plane took off three minutes later, carrying approximately 20 million pounds worth of gold, drugs, weapons, and precious gems. It was much too heavy for sustained flight, but luck and air conditions were with them, and they crossed the English Channel an hour later.
*******
Blade made it to the airstrip just as the plane took off.
"Damn it! Is there no one left I can trust?"
"You can trust us, Blade." Byrne replied. "I filled a truck with some supplies earlier. It's parked at the end of a mile-long tunnel, so we can hide there until the heat is off and then start from scratch. This way."
Blade and Muller followed Byrne down a tunnel, away from all that remained of the once-great Blade Syndicate.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Dec 5, 2017 23:33:06 GMT -5
A furious Lord Bury kicked Knowles body in disgust. "We've done our job! Pull out! They may have gotten the last laugh, but I will have Blade's head on a platter; I swear it!" Lord Bury declared before pulling out with the surviving members of the Ripper Underground that had been sent to attack the mine.
McKibbin, half-conscious and accepting of his fate, closed his eyes.
......
The police saw the smoke in the distance, and thus the fire department had to be called in. Fortunately, they were already at the mine on account of the gas explosion in the kitchen, and we're able to contain the blaze, thus preventing a forest fire from occurring.
When Walton and the others arrived on scene, several highly burned bodies of Ripper underground grunts were found, alongside Knowles' remains. The only man still alive... was McKibbin.
"Please; let me talk to him; he'll listen to me" Kross insisted. Walton relented. Having seen the plane take off in the distance, he knew their number was up anyway. And when McKibbin heard the news...
"Damn it all... ugh, I'm in no position to fight back anyway. All right, take me away... I need a real hospital anyway" he quipped. McKibbin was taken away by ambulance, and Kross escorted to a waiting police van.
Gunnarson and Stein proceeded to explain what they found in the mine, with Marlena getting a word in every now and then. "I think the commissioner is going to want to hear this" Walton observed.
......
Next day, Gunnarson, Stein, Marlena, Walton and some other met with Commissioner Gent at Scotland Yard. He was reviewing the case file, and the incredibly unbelievable results of the Blade case. Then he looked to Walton.
"Detective Sergeant Walton... you did leave us during the war, and I was concerned how that would affect your performance... but I've got to say I am glad you were hired back; your time in the SAS was well spent. If you weren't leading the charge there, heaven knows what would have happened. I should have done this a long time ago... I'm putting in for a promotion to Detective Inspector Walton; you've earned it" Gent explained.
"Thank you, sir" Walton said in reply.
"And me, sir?" Stein asked. He was also a detective sergeant; though to be frank, he felt he didn't deserve the promotion like Walton did, so he would be satisfied with whatever words of encouragement Gent would offer.
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Post by Toz76 on Dec 5, 2017 23:42:11 GMT -5
"I believe you're overdue for a promotion too. Your hands-on work helped blow this case wide open."
"Thank you sir."
"As for you, Marlena..."
Marlena looked nervous.
"I don't approve of you sneaking around behind my back, but you did manage to apprehend two of the most dangerous assassins London has ever seen, so... I'm putting in a recommendation for you at our most prestigious training academies. If you're going to be investigating, you can at least do it where I can keep an eye on you."
"Oh, dad!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Dec 6, 2017 0:13:17 GMT -5
"And Gunnarson..." Gent said. Everyone looked at the Swde. "I am grateful for what you e accomplished today; all things considered, we can drop any charges against you; I see no malice in your actions. That being said, it has reached a point where you cannot be blindly allowed on any case you choose. Therefore... as commissioner, I must respect the decisions of my detectives and officers; if they won't let you on crime scenes, you'll have to respect that" Gent explained.
"What about the detectives who didn't sign the letters?" Gunnarson asked.
"I think leaving it at their discretion is the best course of action" Walton proposed.
"Fair enough. Now, of you'll excuse me... we really should begin preparations for Detective Inspector Greene's funeral."
"Yes sir" all replied; and the meeting was adjourned
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Post by Toz76 on Dec 6, 2017 0:20:21 GMT -5
In a warehouse in Scotland, Blade, Byrne, and Müller looked over their loot.
"This is pathetic! Barely any weapons, let alone stuff we can sell without it being traced back to us..."
Blade paused when he laid eyes on one of the crates. Inside were the very things that got him entangled with Gunnarson in the first place.
"Boss? You alright?" Müller asked as Blade began attempting to strangle the air with his good arm.
"I'm quite alright, actually." Blade said suddenly, pivoting so quickly it shocked both of his henchmen. "In fact, I've got the seeds of an idea that will rid me of that Swede and the girl who shot me. If I can't have my crime empire back, I can at least take them down with me..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Dec 6, 2017 0:39:49 GMT -5
EPILOGUE ONE:
It was a somber day as friends, family and Scotland Yard gathered at St. Paul's cathedral to mourn Detective Inspector Byron Greene. Murdered at the hands of a man he long considered a colleague, his death sent shockwaves throughout the city. This was after all, the first time in a long time that a Scotland Yard detective had been killed like this.
His family, friends and colleagues gathered, and paid respects to the man who wanted nothing more than to serve his country.
"... even though he never made it to the military, I stand here, very proud to call him one of my own" Commissioner Gent said at the eulogy. "He knew the risks that came with the job, and faced it head on. In his 20 years on the job, he brought many awful criminals to justice, and we all owe him a great debt of gratitude for the role he played in keeping London safe."
Outside the cathedral, looking on, Gunnarson attended from afar. There were those who felt Gunnarson responsible for Greene's death, and Gunnarson felt it best to not directly appear; there was no reason for a confrontation to start when his family needed time to mourn. "Forgive me Greene; you were one of the few detectives who still trusted me... and you died because of it. I can only hope that when my time comes, we can make peace again" Gunnarson thought to himself.
It was another hour, before at last, Gunnarson saw the procession leave the church, and Greene's casket loaded into the hearse. The procession drove off, and Gunnarson solemnly turned around and went home.
"Thank you Greene; your death will not be in vain" Gunnarson affirmed as he went home.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Dec 6, 2017 1:11:01 GMT -5
EPILOGUE TWO:
Gunnarson was facing a tough time; five weeks had gone by and no one was coming to him for casework. He had come to accept that, perhaps the time had come to stop "playing detective" and get another job. Thinking it over, he decided to focus on one of his favorite activities- cooking.
"Surely there is a restaurant in need of a chef" he thought to himself. He went to the classifieds in the newspaper, and low and behold...
OPENING SOON: KÖKET OF SWEDEN; HELP WANTED
"köket of Sweden... The Kitchen of Sweden?! My God how you've blessed me! At last a chance for my home country's cuisine to shine. I know what to do!" He said joyfully as he went to get his coat and head to the address.
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Coming to the restaurant in question, he knocked on the door. Until at last, someone answered. "Hello? I am here seeking a position" Gunnarson said.
"Wait a minute? Are you Swedish yourself?" The man asked.
"Indeed I am" Gunnarson replied.
Just then, the man was joyous. "Välkommen min vän! Oh, what a pleasure it is to meet a fellow Swede in London. I am William Johansson, and I am the owner of this restaurant. Come in, come in! Make yourself at home". He said. Gunnarson walked in and loved what he saw... it felt like his native Sweden inside. "We open in two weeks; there have been some Norwegian and "Scandinavian" restaurants around here, but we shall be the first true Swedish restaurant in London. We're not very big, but we're not small either. But darn it all, it has been a dream to bring some of my native Sweden here. And here we are. So, what position would you like?" William asked.
"Well, I do like to think myself a competent chef" Gunnarson began
"Ah, excellent! Please, show me what you know" William asked. For the next two hours, Gunnarson and William talked and got to know each other... Gunnarson showed a great mastery of many Swedish dishes. William was most pleased.
"Ah, you definitely have what it takes... you're hired! Now pleas, there is no time to waste; we must begin preparations for opening day!" William declared.
"You got it, min vän, I won't let you down!" Gunnarson said proudly.
The next two weeks came and went. Gunnarson and William designed the menu, and hired more workers for the restaurant. Gunnarson was happy to be in the company of fellow Swedes... he felt like it had been so long since he could have a conversation in his native tongue.
With Gunnarson in the kitchen were fellow chefs Lucas Andersson, Liam Nyman, Oscar Bergman, Hugo Wallin and Adam Lindberg. Out front, was the maitre'd, Oliver Jansson, and waiters Arvid Holm, Victor Ek, Valter Eklund, and Edvin Åström. Finally, there were bus boys, twins Theo and Emil Bergqvist, and dishwashers Anton Lundin and Erik Fransson.
It wasn't Detective work... but Gunnarson was happy to be in such great company.
Then, opening night came...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Dec 6, 2017 1:16:02 GMT -5
KÖKET OF SWEDEN- OPENS TO GREAT SUCCESS AND WARM RECEPTION.
London's newest restaurant has taken its populace by storm. The first true Swedish restaurant in the city, KÖKET OF SWEDEN has quickly become a very popular place for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Owner William Johansson said "I am very proud of what I have accomplished; but in truth I am nothing without my team" he said, proceeding to name all his employees.
Next time you're in south London, be sure to check out KÖKET OF SWEDEN; you won't regret it.
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Post by Eyes on Dec 6, 2017 1:24:24 GMT -5
EPILOGUE THREE:
THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF NICKO
Before Gunnarson left to focus solely on his new job, he got Gent to release Nicko from prison. Gent was skeptical, but Gunnarson insisted that he had played a crucial role in the investigation. He really hadn't, but what's a little lie here and there?
Nicko returned home to his apartment, unlocked the door, walked inside, took one look at the mess, turned around and went to a bar. While he was there he pondered the situation.
"Let's see 'ere: university graduate wi' a yearn to be a detective becomes a drunk 'o lands in jail an' apparently owes money to people I don't 'member thanks to tha alcohol. Yeah, that sums it up. What fun!"
And so we leave him there. Fear not, our stories will meet up again, in another shape... another form... somewhere... in the Twilight Zone...
Literary Mosaics I mean, goddamn it.
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Post by Toz76 on Dec 6, 2017 1:25:03 GMT -5
EPILOGUE FOUR:
July 19th, 1947:
The remains of a Boeing aircraft were found crashlanded 50 miles south of Cairo, Egypt today. Three bodies were found in the wreckage: noted Blade Syndicate members David Wilcox, Ryan Cambria, and David Palepu. At least two sets of footprints lead away from the wreckage, and several cases of contraband appear to have vanished. The fate of six Blade Syndicate leaders (Elvira Revinev, Mason Byrne, Ethan Müller, Benny Friend, Jeremiah Ruocco, and Blade himself) are still at large, and the survivors could be any or all of these individuals. All are considered extremely dangerous, and locals are advised to proceed with caution.
November 23, 1991:
Ryan Harrington, son of famous British-Egyptians Lionel and Rosa Harrington, was shocked to discover while looking through the possessions of his late parents that the enigmatic couple, who emigrated to Egypt in 1947, were in fact infamous criminals Jeremiah Ruocco and Elvira Revinev.
"I'm shocked. Simply shocked. I always thought my parents were Egyptologists." Harrington said. "I had no idea they were so notorious in England".
The discovery is being cheered in Britain, as it closes one of Britain's most legendary mysteries. Revinev and Ruocco were members of a criminal organization known as the Blade Syndicate, who terrorized London until their collapse in 1947. Revinev also gained notoriety as an assassin during WWII. Marlena Gent, a retired Scotland Yard investigator whose career was famously jump-started by the Syndicate takedown, commented that she was "pleased to finally have closure" on that part of her life". She devoted many of her latter years to tracking them down, unsuccessfully.
Revinev and Ruocco are buried at Cairo's First Anglican Church, under the names "Lionel and Rosa Harrington". They are survived by their sons Ryan, Zach, Ethan, Benny, and Aaron.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Dec 6, 2017 2:27:36 GMT -5
EPILOGUE FIVE:
Kross was escorted under guard to the morgue; a body had been found beside the road and they had strong suspicions on who it was.
"Do you recognize this man?" The detective asked. Kross saw the face and sighed.
"Yes; this is Friend; another of Blade's top men" he confirmed.
"Thank you; we weren't sure and needed confirmation" the detective explained.
"Any clues as to how he died?" Kross asked.
"He was shot execution style; pistol most likely" the doctor explained.
"The mob no doubt; Rest In Peace Friend" Kross said before being escorted back to prison.
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