Diamonds and Rider

Chapter 2- Scorpia Strikes Back

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We'll make it blunt, Blunt.

You have crossed our path too many times.

You are responsible for the death of Julia Rothman and you have sabotaged our mission- The Invisible Sword- that took years of meticulous planning.

Prepare to pay with your life and those most dearest to you.

Scorpia

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Mrs Jones finished reading the letter and looked at Alan Blunt worriedly. He looked unconcerned and said,

"I don't think there's anything to worry about, I've received about forty death threats this week."

Mrs Jones exclaimed, "But it's only Monday!"

Alan Blunt replied "Well there has been a dramatic increase in the number of death threats since that little incident with Scorpia."

"I'll send the lot for forensic analysis then, shall I?"

"I don't think you'll find anything much, these people are extremely careful."

Mrs Jones gave Alan Blunt a stern look and said,

"There is a procedure to be followed."

A tall, uniformed man got out of a blue van and crossed the street to a brand new bungalow slightly set apart from all the other Victorian houses.

He walked up the driveway and rang the doorbell. It was a few minutes before the door opened and a short, plump man appeared holding a tea pot in his hand.

"How may I help you?" The old man asked.

"I'm from British Gas. May I have a minute of your time and have a look at your meter?" The tall man indicated to the badge pinned on the front of his uniform.

He barely glanced at the badge as his attention was drawn to aprominent mole on the Gas man's upper lip.

He said,

"Sure, sure, come in." He held the door open and the British Gas man walked in, looking around surreptitiously.

"Wanna cuppa?" The old man offered, waving the tea pot under the man's nose.

The Gas man surveyed him with a barely concealed glare.

"Adrian Scott?" The Gas man spat.

"Yeah, that's me."

"You're a goner!"

And before the old man could so much as brandish his tea pot, the Gas man had withdrawn a sub-automatic rifle complete with a silencer and shot him between the eyes.

A/N: I hope this hasn't put you off letting the Gas man checking your meter.

Thanks to MzHissyFits, Amber and SkyxCloud for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I do not own Britsh Gas.

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