Part 2
J.B Strykers was a square of wasteland behind the railway tracks running out of Waterloo Station the area was enclosed by a high brick wall topped with broken glass and razor wire, two wooden gates hung open and from the other side of the road Liz could see a shed
with a security window and beyond it tottering piles of dead and broken cars everything of values had been stripped away and only the rusting bodies remained heaped one on top of the other waiting to be fed into the crusher
there was a guard sitting in the shed reading the Sun in the distance a crane coughed into life then roared down on the battered Ford Mondeo its metal claw smashing through the window to scoop up the vehicle and carry it away
a telephone rang somewhere in the shed and the guard turned around to answer it that was enough for Liz holding her bike and wheeling it along beside her she sprinted through the gates
she found herself surrounded by dirt and debris the smell of diesel was thick in the air and the roar of engines was deafening Liz watched was a crane swooped down on another one of the cars seizing it in a metallic grip and dropped it into the crusher
for a moment the car rested on a pair of shelves then the shelves lifted up toppling the car over and down into a trough, the operator - sitting in a glass cabin at one end of the crusher - pressed a button and there was a great belch of black smoke
the shelves closed in on the car like a monster insect folding in its wings there was a grinding sound as the car was crushed until it was no bigger then a rolled-up carpet the operator threw a gear and the car was squeezed out like mettalic toothpaste being chopped up
by a hidden blade the slicies tumbled on to the ground leaving her bike propped against the wall Liz ran further into the yard crouching down behind the wrecks with the din from the machines there was no chance that anyone
would hear her but she was still afraid of being seen she stopped to catch her breath drawing a grimy hand across her face her eyes were watering from the diesel fumes the air was filthy as the ground beneath her
she was beginning to regret coming - but then she saw it her uncles BMW was parked a few metres away seperated from the other cars at first glance it looked absolutely fine the metallic silver bodywork not even scratched certainly there was no way this car could have been
involved in a fatal collision with a lorry or anything else but it was her uncles car Liz recognized the number plate she hurried closer and it was then she saw that the car was damaged after all the windscreen had been smashed along with all the windows
on one side Liz made her way round the bonnet she reached the other side and froze Jeff Ortecho hadn't died in any accident what had killed him was plain to see - even to someone
who had never seen such a thing before a spray of bullets had caught the car full on the drivers side shattering the front tyre, then smashing the windscreen and side windows and punching into the side panels Liz ran her fingers over the holes
the metal felt cold against her flesh she opened the door and looked inside the front seats pale leather, were strewn with fragments of broken glass and stained with oatches of dark brown she didnt need to ask what the stains were
then she imagined she could see everything a flash of the machine-gun the bullets ripping into the car Jeff Ortecho jerking in the drivers seat, why would they want to kill a bank manager? she thought
Liz thought why had the murder been covered up? it was the police who had brought the news so they must be part of it had they deliberately lied? none of it made sense
"you should have got rid of it two days ago do it now"
the machines must have stopped for a moment if there hadn't been a sudden lull Liz would never have heard the men coming quickly she looked across the steering-wheel and out the other side there were two of them both dressed in loose-fitting overalls
Liz had a feeling she'd seen them before at the funeral one of them was the driver the man she had seen with the gun she was sure of it who ever they were, they were only a few paces away from the car talking in low voices
another few more steps and they would be there without thinking Liz threw herself into the only place avaliable inside the car itself using her foot she hooked the door and closed it at the same time she became aware that the machines had started again and she could
no longer hear the men she didnt dare look up a shadow fell across the window as the two men passed but then they were gone. she was safe.
then something hit the BMW with such force that Liz cried out her whole body caught in a massive shock wave
that tore her away from the steering-wheel and threw her helplessly into the back at the same time the roof buckled and three huge metal fingers tore through the skin of the car like a fork through a eggshell trailing dust and sunlight
one finger grazed the side of her head - any closer and it would have cracked her skull Liz yelled as blood trickled over her eye she tried to move then was jerked back a second time as the car was yanked off the ground and titled high up in the air
she couldn't see, she couldn't move, but her stomach lurched as the car swung in an arc the metal grinding and the light spinning it had been picked up by the crane it was going to be put inside the crusher with her inside..........!
hehe TBC........
should i continue???
*thinks* i might give it up *thinks some more* or not......... :P
J.B Strykers was a square of wasteland behind the railway tracks running out of Waterloo Station the area was enclosed by a high brick wall topped with broken glass and razor wire, two wooden gates hung open and from the other side of the road Liz could see a shed
with a security window and beyond it tottering piles of dead and broken cars everything of values had been stripped away and only the rusting bodies remained heaped one on top of the other waiting to be fed into the crusher
there was a guard sitting in the shed reading the Sun in the distance a crane coughed into life then roared down on the battered Ford Mondeo its metal claw smashing through the window to scoop up the vehicle and carry it away
a telephone rang somewhere in the shed and the guard turned around to answer it that was enough for Liz holding her bike and wheeling it along beside her she sprinted through the gates
she found herself surrounded by dirt and debris the smell of diesel was thick in the air and the roar of engines was deafening Liz watched was a crane swooped down on another one of the cars seizing it in a metallic grip and dropped it into the crusher
for a moment the car rested on a pair of shelves then the shelves lifted up toppling the car over and down into a trough, the operator - sitting in a glass cabin at one end of the crusher - pressed a button and there was a great belch of black smoke
the shelves closed in on the car like a monster insect folding in its wings there was a grinding sound as the car was crushed until it was no bigger then a rolled-up carpet the operator threw a gear and the car was squeezed out like mettalic toothpaste being chopped up
by a hidden blade the slicies tumbled on to the ground leaving her bike propped against the wall Liz ran further into the yard crouching down behind the wrecks with the din from the machines there was no chance that anyone
would hear her but she was still afraid of being seen she stopped to catch her breath drawing a grimy hand across her face her eyes were watering from the diesel fumes the air was filthy as the ground beneath her
she was beginning to regret coming - but then she saw it her uncles BMW was parked a few metres away seperated from the other cars at first glance it looked absolutely fine the metallic silver bodywork not even scratched certainly there was no way this car could have been
involved in a fatal collision with a lorry or anything else but it was her uncles car Liz recognized the number plate she hurried closer and it was then she saw that the car was damaged after all the windscreen had been smashed along with all the windows
on one side Liz made her way round the bonnet she reached the other side and froze Jeff Ortecho hadn't died in any accident what had killed him was plain to see - even to someone
who had never seen such a thing before a spray of bullets had caught the car full on the drivers side shattering the front tyre, then smashing the windscreen and side windows and punching into the side panels Liz ran her fingers over the holes
the metal felt cold against her flesh she opened the door and looked inside the front seats pale leather, were strewn with fragments of broken glass and stained with oatches of dark brown she didnt need to ask what the stains were
then she imagined she could see everything a flash of the machine-gun the bullets ripping into the car Jeff Ortecho jerking in the drivers seat, why would they want to kill a bank manager? she thought
Liz thought why had the murder been covered up? it was the police who had brought the news so they must be part of it had they deliberately lied? none of it made sense
"you should have got rid of it two days ago do it now"
the machines must have stopped for a moment if there hadn't been a sudden lull Liz would never have heard the men coming quickly she looked across the steering-wheel and out the other side there were two of them both dressed in loose-fitting overalls
Liz had a feeling she'd seen them before at the funeral one of them was the driver the man she had seen with the gun she was sure of it who ever they were, they were only a few paces away from the car talking in low voices
another few more steps and they would be there without thinking Liz threw herself into the only place avaliable inside the car itself using her foot she hooked the door and closed it at the same time she became aware that the machines had started again and she could
no longer hear the men she didnt dare look up a shadow fell across the window as the two men passed but then they were gone. she was safe.
then something hit the BMW with such force that Liz cried out her whole body caught in a massive shock wave
that tore her away from the steering-wheel and threw her helplessly into the back at the same time the roof buckled and three huge metal fingers tore through the skin of the car like a fork through a eggshell trailing dust and sunlight
one finger grazed the side of her head - any closer and it would have cracked her skull Liz yelled as blood trickled over her eye she tried to move then was jerked back a second time as the car was yanked off the ground and titled high up in the air
she couldn't see, she couldn't move, but her stomach lurched as the car swung in an arc the metal grinding and the light spinning it had been picked up by the crane it was going to be put inside the crusher with her inside..........!
hehe TBC........
should i continue???
*thinks* i might give it up *thinks some more* or not......... :P