Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 800.

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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 800
by Angharad
  
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“I do what?” I gasped hoping I’d misheard him.

“You let the Russians capture you.”

“Seeing as they’ve been trying to kill me most of this week, I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

“If they were trying to kill you, I’d be attending your funeral not talking with you.”

“I don’t know, a few have tried.”

“Tried what?”

“Killing me.”

“Don’t tell the Russians, they may see it as a challenge.”

I glared back at him, do psychos have a good sense of humour?

“So do we lead you to the Russians?”

“I don’t like this idea very much, how are you going to follow me?”

“You swallow this capsule, it’s a mini transmitter, works for up to three days.”

“Swallow that?” I gulped at the thought of it.

“I’m sure you’ve had worse things in your mouth, most women have.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Here,” he pulled a bottle of water from his coat pocket. “Take a swig of this, it’ll help.”

“I hope there’s no Mercury in this?”
“I haven’t got a clue.”

“I’ll bet you haven’t had to swallow one?”

“I have actually, and it saved my life.”

“Don’t tell me, it deflected the blade of a knife owned by a mad dervish in outer Mongolia, while you on a field trip supposedly collecting butterflies.”

“Fossils, actually–and no, it didn’t stop me being stabbed, it meant that when my car was stolen by the clown who was supposed to be acting as my guide, and I was left wandering in the Gobi Desert, the Yanks were able to get a fix on me from a satellite and I was subsequently rescued.

I nearly said, ‘Pity’, but that would have been rude. Instead I asked if he was really into fossils and palaeontology? “You wouldn’t believe me if I said I was.”

“You do tend to lie or avoid giving me any proof of what you claim.”

“Okay, yes I’m into fossils, did palaeo at Cambridge for three years. Now you’re going to ask me if I knew so and so, and as soon as you can, you’ll call them and ask them if they knew me.”

“Unlikely. Can’t say I know anyone who went to Cambridge. Now, Oxford, that’s different.”

“You know people from Oxford?”

“Oh oodles. When were you at Cambridge?”

“Never mind–I could have been lying,” he said blushing.

Feeling that I’d actually managed for a moment to pierce the armour he wore, and get through to the real man, I felt quite pleased and not about to let go. “I don’t think you were, and all I have to do is ask which student got temporarily lost in the Gobi Desert, and maybe a name will just pop up.”

“I doubt it. Who said I was a student?”

“I have a friend who’s a geologist, she’ll know who you are.”

“I was lying, Cathy.”

“I don’t think you were, I think that’s the only bit of true information you’ve told me.”

“Swallow the transmitter–please.” He held it in his hand, it resembled a large capsule as in medicine, a couple of centimetres long and perhaps one wide.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Just deep throat it.”

“Just what?”

“You know when you’re um...you know?”

“No I don’t, what are you talking about?”

“Forget it.”

“No, what were you on about?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me,” I knew full well what he was meaning but by playing thick and innocent, I had him squirming.

“Look it up on the internet.”

“Look up what?”

“Deep throating.”

“I thought that was the name of the guy in the Watergate scandal.”

“I don’t know.”

“He died earlier this year. Brought down Tricky Dicky, tipped off the Washington Post.”

“Did he? Will you swallow the capsule?”

“How long has it been in your pocket?”

“It’s been inside a little plastic box.”

“Prove it.”

“Cathy, swallow the bloody thing before I shove it up your arse, it’ll have exactly the same effect.”

I took it and nearly choked to death as it lodged in my oesophagus. Another sip of water and down it went. “Will it go ping when it comes out?”

“Oh it won’t come out.” He looked incredulously at me.

“What?” I had visions of needing surgery to remove it.

“The outer coating dissolves and then it breaks up.”

“What? You mean I’ll have all sorts of small sharp objects in my gut?”

“No, it’s designed not to damage you.”

“Were you crapping components for weeks then?”

“I didn’t actually look.”

“What? You don’t look down the loo when you’ve...”

“No, why should I?”

“Well, to see how much and what colour and...”

“Cathy, too much information. If it gives you pleasure, that’s fine.”

“I suppose you don’t look at the toilet paper either?”

“No, why should I? Where’s it going to get me?”

“Keeps your knickers cleaner.”

“With some of the situations I’ve found myself in, that was the least of my worries.”

“I have a feeling I’m going to understand that statement a little better in a rather short time.”

“Could be? “ he said, “Shall we go?”

I went back to the Holiday Inn and in order to engage in detente with our Russian friends, I merely had to walk across the car park. As I went to get in my car, something hard was shoved in my back–I don’t think it was anything to do with deep throat, so that will dispel your concerns–“Please, Miss Watts, get into your car very slowly and quietly,” said gruff Russian accent.

“Who the hell are you?” I said pretending to be surprised–I was actually–but not buttock clenchingly so.

“NOW,” he said firmly and poked the gun barrel a bit harder into my back.

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JACH

No resolution, just another cliff-hanger. :-(

I wonder if the Russians they are dealing with now are a separate bunch from before. The quality of the help doesn't seem as good.

Damaged people are dangerous
They know they can survive

She never

She never ACTUALLY said she would LET herself be captured. Maybe she makes a move and kickboxes him to the head after she castrates him. Then she pours the rest of the water on him to wake him and torturess him into telling where he was taking her and then rides in and saves the whole day with the Brit army for backup.

A new Twist

How come Cathy is walking into the lions den, at the behest of somebody she doesn't exactly trust. Is she going to wipe them out with her martial arts? Too many questions. Keep up the good work hope she gets out of this one quickly.
poppykin

Where Is Cathy's Pet

Russian Agent? I am sure that she will help Cathy. Heck, she might even have helped create a group who protects Cathy.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Hmmm, Hoiliday Inn?

I thought Cathy was staying at Mina's house, was that her name?

What is she doing back at the Holiday Inn, when her car the Gulf, was at her friends house?

Did Cathy go back to her friends house to change vehicles and gone back to the Holiday Inn? After all, she was driving the BMW mini, or some such small version. Just curious? Why would Cathy even want to be captured, especially after Bill had her swallow that transmitter chip? I wouldn't trust him. This group of Russians seem to be sharper than the last group. Won't they be looking for transmitters on her? Maybe blocking her signal?

I'm worried she isn't going to get any kind of help. She may have to do everything herself. That Bill still doesn't instill any faith in me, still seems to be some sort of slimeball, but then again, I could be wrong.

Bill had one good point

If they were going to kill Cathy they'd already have done the deed. Suppose she is leverage. Believe she still has a couple of knives on her. Just might surprise her captors.

Interesting dialogue...

Either Cathy is very naive, or she's got the master wind-up skills of the Camerons working fully in this chapter. Given her history, I want to say both though.

Looking forward to future chapters to see where this leads.

So much for #800

Too short and another cliffhanger. Now she's a prisoner of the Russians. (I suspect MI5 tipped the Russians where to find Cathy.) If MI5 got it right this time, the Russians should take her to where Simon is kept. But, I suspect Cathy will be the one to bail everyone out. She thrives on doing and not on waiting.

Bill showed himself as a sexist chauvinistic pig, with his deep throat comment. Cathy should have helped him deep throat 2 capsules from the other end with her knee or foot.

Will 801 be longer and more enlightening?

Hugs,
Trish-Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~

Hugs,
Trish Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~

Aarrgghh!

Typical. You allow us to build up hopes and expectation for episode 800, then you dash it all by giving us a mere 1,033 words and another cliffhanger. You like playing with us, don't you? :)

Oh well, hopefully it was only short so you could devote more time to writing the exciting, thrilling conclusion.
Which, knowing you, will take up most of next week, leaving us with life-or-death cliffhangers at each stage... :D

 
 
--Ben


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As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Live Play Things

It appears that Bonzi has discovered that toying with the readership is almost as enjoyable as toying with his other prey.

We have been caught and now Bonzi and his scribe can toy with us as they see fit. They release us now and then for a breather and then subject us to yet again another cliff hanger.

Michelle B

Now it is the Russians turn

Now it is the Russians turn to be afraid, be very afraid, as you now have Cathy to deal with on a personal level. Angharad, what a marvelous achievement, 800 chapters of a really excellent serial story. Kudos and lots of hugs to you. Jan

Enough of this....

flirting with Bill... (If that's what it is.) Let's get on with the "excitement". Oops. Spoke too soon... A pistol muzzle is not so much "fun".

I do wonder if Cathy is still "armed"... And if the "baddies" will find out... And if Bill's on the "up and up". It'd be interesting to find out he's actually human, and even more, if he's actually not a bad guy. Wonder if Cathy'll actually see the family soon, or if it'll be The Family (that's how the Mafia's referred to around here, but that's purportedly the Italian Mafia).

Thanks,
Annette

Psst ! Bonzi !

Can you get a message to that lovely lady that looks after you?...Can you tell her all these cliffhangers are playing havoc with my nerves and nails...And as for twiddling my hair because i'm nervous...well don't ask!!!

Yours Hopefully

Kirri

P.S.
Congratulations Angharad on reaching 800 episodes, I'm still loving it as much as i always did.

Did we just change the rating, Monica?

"You women have had worse in your mouth" ? That whole line of gobbling is degrading to women, it could bring them to their knees.
Mission accomplished captured by the 'Evil Empire" or their minions

Cefin