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Chapter 34 – Lord Yarg

It was the sound of roaring engines that woke Hugh. With a groan he stretched, sleeping in a chair was never a good idea, as the crick in his neck confirmed. He glanced across at the bed, Carbine was still breathing, just barely. Standing, he crossed to the window and looked out at the street below. Hugh frowned. It was barely 6am; the street should have been deserted. Instead a large car sat outside surrounded by a large number of vehicles that looked like they belonged on a race track. Hugh sighed. Might as well go down and see what the hell they wanted.

Cracking the front door open, Hugh slipped outside, long bow in hand to meet whoever the unwelcome visitors were. A greasy looking man fumbled to open the car door. What appeared was like something from a nightmare. Hugh grimaced at the sight and the accompanying smell.

"I am Lord Yarg. Tell Charlene Davidson and Freda Wolfe to bring their Property Deeds to my office by sundown today or their friends will take the consequences..." Lord Yarg turned to get back in the car.

"What the hell?!" Hugh yelled. "You can't make threats like that! Besides you don't have the kind of leverage you make out!"

"Perhaps you recognise these?" Lord Yarg motioned to one of the goons who threw a sack in Hugh's direction. Careful to keep his eyes on the leering men on the road Hugh strode across to the sack. Kicking it open he grimaced. The contents were unmistakable. Yarg had the Martians.

"I'll speak to them." Hugh nodded.

"If you have any sense, you'll ensure their compliance." Lord Yarg waved his hand. "I am not to be trifled with."


An hour later Hugh sat at the kitchen table with Alec sipping tea and contemplating the problem. They'd emptied the sack, the Martian's weapons lay neatly ordered in front of them. Freda and Charley were nowhere to be found and all of the able bodied Martians were gone to.

"Bit of a rum situation really..." Hugh sighed. "Where do you reckon they've gone?"

"Who? Freda and Charley?" Alec frowned. "No idea... I would say maybe they went with the guys to try and find Kai – but then that Yarg character wouldn't be demanding them to bring him things."

"Hmmm... So we can deduce that they've not been caught. Yet." Hugh tapped a finger against the side of his cup thoughtfully. "I reckon they did go with the Martians though... And have you noticed? There's one set of weapons missing..."

"Is there?" Alec looked at the array of weaponry between them. "Whose?"

"I think, Throttle's..."


Throttle groaned. His head felt like nothing he could describe. His heart gave a violent lurch as he felt a hand smothering his mouth. He struggled feebly against whoever it was.

"Throttle! Shhh!" Freda's voice hissed somewhere above him. "You're going to get us caught!"

"What the what?" Throttle blinked as the hand was removed, his eyes barely focusing even with his field specs. It was an effort to sit up, but he made it, just.

"We barely escaped... And they're still looking for us." Charley whispered.

"Where are we?!" Throttle croaked. Even his voice appeared to have taken a pounding.

"Limburger Tower." Freda hunkered down next to her friends. "Guessing they got the others."

"Right, but where are we? This doesn't look like Limburger Tower..." Throttle squinted at what he could now recognise as a building site. The girls had taken shelter amidst haphazard piles of construction materials.

"It is Limburger Tower. Except Limburger isn't here, Yarg is. He must be the one who's ordered the renovations." Freda shrugged. "Any thoughts."

"Yeah, my head feels like a hornets' nest..." Throttle shifted so he could rest his head against the concrete blocks behind them.

"Helpful..." Freda grumbled. "Well, we have no water, no food and only two guns. And the longer we stay here, the greater our risk of discovery."

"Agreed." Charley nodded.

"Wait, wait... Two guns?" Throttle frowned.

"Yeah, Vinnie still had Charley's." Freda sighed. "We barely made it out..."

"Uh-huh. What happened?" Throttle shifted to a more upright position.

"You got hit with some sort of dart... You blacked out. I guess the others must have been taken out the same way. There was no noise, no fight." Freda shook her head. "They were ready for us and we walked right into the trap."

"Right, right." Throttle gave a slow nod. "So Stoker and the others are still in the Tower?"

"Yes." Freda peered across at the tower. "We've got to get back in there somehow."

"Somehow..." Throttle repeated. "With two guns, no bikes, no backup and only three people - one of whom can barely think straight. As situations go, this is pretty bad."

"So, no ideas then?" Freda glanced across at the tan Commander.

"What are we going to do? Throttle can't fight like this..." Charley looked worried. "I hope the guys are ok."

"Look, I'll take command. I have a plan... Well, half a plan." Freda frowned.

"Great. Half a plan." Charley grimaced. "We should go back to your place. I can try and fix the bikes up..."

"What is the half a plan?" Throttle prompted.

"Well, I think I can get us in and to where they're holding the guys." Freda mused. "It's the getting out that' s the issue."

"If we can get to the guys, we should be able to make it out with a larger force." Throttle shifted uncomfortably.

"Not if they're in the state you are." Freda looked over her shoulder. "You don't look like you could fight your way out of a wet paper bag currently."

"Well, thanks I guess. You sure you want me in on this?" Throttle raised an eyebrow.

"Yes...You're the bait." Freda ducked back out of sight as a car and a load of vehicles went past.

"Looks like Yarg's back..." Charley hissed.

"Bait for what?" Throttle asked.

"Fish bait." Freda winked broadly.


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