Commander Khashoggi sat at his desk in his office, mentally kicking himself. "They escaped… they escaped! How the bloody hell are you going to get out of this one Khashoggi?" he asked himself. It was then one of the Secret Police walked in.
"Sir? I think you should hear this" he pressed one of the buttons on his Wrist WAP and Khashoggi heard the last voices he needed to hear right now.
"How did
Khashoggi find the Heartbreak Hotel?"
"Well he must have some
way of tracking us!"
"The Hospital… when they operated on our heads!" Khashoggi scowled "clever little brats aren't they" "I think I found something"
"Cut it out! Gazza! If there are bugs in our heads, well the police will track us down in hours! Here…. Cut it out" this was followed by the girl screaming, some deep breathing, then the sounds of the micro transceiver being handed over to someone else "hello? Pervert? Yes it's a short sentence, the second word is… off!"
"Alright that's enough" Khashoggi sighed and leaned back in his chair as the other man left. "Right… best tell 'her majesty' what's happened" he stood up and left the room, glaring and anyone and everyone in his way.
Stepping into the elevator, Khashoggi counted down the floors "five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten…" he sighed and walked out, down the hall and towards the one room he was dreading stepping into. He took a deep breath and opened the door labelled "Killer Queen".
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