FIRE AND ICE - Michael O’Hara

FIRE AND ICE

CHAPTER ONE

‘Ouch’ said stew. Tyre squeals. Four men got out the car. ‘Where the bleeding Nora have you been?’ said head of terror division for MI5, Dale Harrow. ‘Sorry chief, three crack dealers beat me up and left me here.’ ‘Right’ said Dale ‘stop kissing the ground and get in the BMeer’ Jeremy Livingstone, head of suspect interaction helped him and they drove off in a cloud of tyre smoke.
‘You better get those cuts looked at stew’ the head of criminal evidence Tom Howard mentioned as he helped him out the car. ‘Yes lap it up, and while you’re at make claim that you tripped over a grape’ Dale sarcastically said. ‘Sorry chief, I’ll stop being such a girl.’ ‘Damn right, now when we get this freaking elevator working, we’ll get to work on finding out what druggies beat the snot out of you.’
‘OH FOR THE LOVE OF SPANNERS’ Dale cried out, ‘you’d think that even a Pole could fit a lock!’ ‘Err, chief you’ve got to turn the key round.’ Stated Rick the deputy of Terror Division. ‘Well I knew that num nut’ Dale shouted in frustration, ‘every time’ he muttered after. ‘Hey Stew what did the crack dealers look like?’ asked Ben Morris, head of criminal forensics. ‘HIGH’ shouted Dale.
‘They had balaclavas on, I couldn’t see their faces.’ replied Stew. ‘Why didn’t use your x-ray vision.’ Rick joked. ‘Well whoever it was, they probably have a connection with Osama Bin Bag.’ Dale said. ‘Doubt it’ replied Stew, ‘they are probably just your regular east London drug dealers’
‘Whoever they are they won’t escape the full treatment’ said Dale.
They all started to bang away on the computer keyboards, trying to find a match for local and international drug dealers. On Rick’s computer he found that a certain drug dealing gang were getting there drugs from Afghanistan. ‘Chief’ shouted Rick ‘I’ve got a match on the drug dealing division’ ‘well are you going to tell me or am I going to have to mind read again?!’ said Dale.
‘Sorry, they are an international drugs gang who also fund terrorism and are ruthless.’
‘Right sounds like a case for the treatment after all, right let’s get going.’
‘Can I drive’ asked Tom. ‘Yes I’m a car hiring company, of course you can’t drive now lets get going!’