Chapter 15: Ballads of Two Jews
Later that night, The Cachenski Brother's garden was full of people; including the five lads who were there for the barbecue that was currently taking place. Most of the people who were there were family and close relatives of both Daniel and Liam, with them being the brothers' aunties, uncles, cousins and grandparents plus a few other younger friends. It was a fairly dark but quite cool night and the sky was again as clear as you could get it; with there hardly being a cloud above.
Stan Kenny and Kyle were sat down on the two of the folded out chairs in the back garden whilst Liam and Marcus were talking to a few other relatives back in the house. Cartman was as usual by the food table; helping himself to anything he could get his hands on. Happy with what he had on his plate, he made his way to the other side of the garden. As he quickly turned back round; humming under his breath as he did so, the other three boys were shocked at how much food Cartman had on his plate.
"Cartman……you took every last f---ing burger off the table?" Stan shouted in an annoyed tone.
"Well I saved you all like the potatoes and salad and stuff like that." Cartman replied.
"Yeh but the burgers are the best."
"Whatever, well anyway, I'm gunna go and enjoy eating this food somewhere else." Cartman walked off; leaving the other three boys really pissed off at him.
"That fat asshole is one greedy son of a bitch!" Kyle spoke as the three boys looked forward in frustration.
"YEH!" Kenny immediately agreed in reply; crossing his arms in frustration.
"Anyway, I'm gunna go inside and like play on Liam's Xbox 360, you coming Kenny?" Stan asked; as he stood back up.
"Yeh!"
"Kyle, what about you?"
Kyle looked to his right and saw Daniel sitting by himself next to the bright orange fire that was burning bright right at the back of the long and twisted garden. "Nah, I'm gunna go…walk for a while."
"Alright fine, come on Kenny; let's go play on like that racing game or sumin."
"Woohoo!" Stan and Kenny made their way indoors. Kyle decided to walk up to where Daniel was sat. Daniel was sitting on a nearby bench which was close and exactly opposite to the fire. He was playing a few notes and slow melodies on one of his treasured guitars. With the crisp burning of the fire and his guitar strings making the only sounds at the back of the garden, Daniel looked up to find Kyle standing right next to him.
"Hey Kyle, what's up?"
"Hey Daniel, you don't mind if I sit here for a while do yer'?"
"Not at all, I don't mind company anyway." Kyle sat down next to Daniel on the dark green metallic bench and looked forward.
"God I can't believe that fat asshole Cartman; taking all the burgers for himself."
Daniel smiled and laughed softly. "Ah don't worry Kyle, plenty more where that food came from. I'm sure Liam'll put more on the barby as soon as he's done talking." There was a brief silence as Daniel placed his guitar down by the side of the bench. Kyle spoke again.
"So, how long have you two known Marcus for?"
"Oh about two and a half years now. We met when Marcus was back in school. He said he saw me and Liam getting beat up by these kids in the outside grounds of the school and helped us out of it a little bit. Ever since then we've been mates."
Kyle looked down for a moment as he ensured what he was about to say, would be correct and alright to say. "Ummmm, did people…..rip on you also for being…you know…a Jew." Daniel slowly turned his head and looked at Kyle.
"Yeh actually. I never really liked it. I always seemed to get really pissed off about it all the time. It was as if no one had anything better to do than just mock me for who I was and still am."
"Yeh, I know what you mean." Kyle looked down at the ground.
"I mean, being the only Jew in yer' school and having silverfish white hair doesn't really mix well together; especially in my case. 'OH THERE GOES THE WALKING JEWISH ICE CREAM AGAIN!' That's what they always use to say every time I walked past. Sometimes I feel alone in this world even though I know that's not true. I know I've got Liam and Marcus in my defence, but I just……I just feel that…that like no one understands me y'know."
Kyle looked back up. "Can I share a secret with you Daniel?"
"Yeh sure Kyle, what?"
"Well……it's just…over the years I've also felt alone; as if no one really knows me for what I really am."
"Heh, yeh, just like me when I was your age."
"……and it just feels that life's just given me this problem all of a sudden. It's just……it's just……" Kyle stopped; unsure of what to say next.
"Hey don't worry Kyle. Whatever's troubling yer' dude, I'm always here to talk to."
Kyle took a deep breath and took off his green hat; revealing his tall standing up red hair. (At which this point, he was wearing his traditional shirt, jacket and trousers that he usually wore) "It's just…well…Cartman's always ripping on me for being Jewish and although I find it both annoying and frustrating that he keeps doing every single day, I always think to myself of what I really am. Why am I here? Why do I exist? Why everything? Like always, we find ourselves in some crazy situation back home nearly every day and I'm usually the one who says that I've learned something. Yet, I never learn anything more about myself and why all these things happen to me. But why?"
Daniel thought for a moment and replied. "Well……you shouldn't beat yourself up over all this Kyle. Everyone always has questions about either themselves or others that they just can't answer or figure out; that's how life is. But you should never feel down about who you are." Kyle looked back at Daniel; who continued speaking. "I understand that you find Cartman annoying because of how he mocks the fact that you're Jewish, I was in the same situation as you are now when I was your age. But you shouldn't let him get to you. If you express signs of annoyance and frustration, that indicates to Cartman that you don't like it; therefore he'll keep doing it. All you can do is just take it on the chin and get on with life. I'm not saying ignore him completely, but just block yourself from his comments and show that you just don't give a toss about what he says."
"A toss?"
"Yeh, it's a British term for like 'don't give a crap'."
"Oh, right."
Daniel grabbed hold of his necklace that was dangling around his neck and got hold of the golden Star of David symbol in the middle of the necklace. "I'm proud at the fact that I'm Jewish. Yes, I may be possibly the only Jew in like a thousand kids in this area, but who cares. To me, that says I'm unique. Yes, so what if say Liam's Roman Catholic or Marcus is Church Of England Protestant, who says I can't be proud of being Jewish?"
A smile on Kyle's face rose up. "Yeh……yeh you're right. I should be happy and proud for what I am. I should be happy that I'm Jewish."
"That's right, because to me, that says that you're unique."
Kyle smiled. "Yeh……god that's made me feel a whole lot better."
"Brilliant! But remember, you should feel welcomed into society, not isolated. Us two Jews should be proud of who we are."
"Cool, thanks for the sweet advice Daniel."
"No prob Kyle, anytime." Kyle put his green hat back on and began to walk back to the front of the garden, next to the house. "Oh wait, Kyle. I almost forgot." Kyle turned back round as Daniel reached for something in his jean pocket. "Here take this."
"What is it?"
"It's a card of my local synagogue. There having an annual session tomorrow morning and there's some people there that I think you should meet. That's of course if you wanted to come."
"Really? You want me to come?"
"Of course, it'd be brilliant if you come."
"Sweet! Sure, I'll be there; I brought some smart clothes over in my luggage bag so I'll just wear them while I'm there."
"Great, I've wrote out and drawn out a map of how to get to it. It's not far from Marcus' house and the route I've drawn should be chav and twat-free. It's on at 9 in the morning, but if you need to contact me at any time, my phone number's on the back as well."
"Thanks Daniel, well I'm going back inside, you coming?"
"Nah, I'm gunna spend a little bit more time out here probably."
"Cool, alright catch yer' later……oh and Daniel."
"Yeh?"
"Thanks again for everything." Kyle smiled; knowing that he now had an extra friend.
"No prob. Like I said, I'm always here to have a chat with or discuss any problems you're having."
Kyle walked off in an even more positive mood than he was in about ten minutes ago.
MEANWHILE…at the main MI6 headquarters in the central area of London, tens and tens of officials and computing officials were working hard at their work. A few minutes later, an MI6 general and his two side officials walked into the large, dark room; at which point the room dropped to silence.
"Jones, Evans, what's the current status?"
"Sir, we've been tracking the four subject target's heat and physical signals for the past few hours sir. It appears that they're not based at Kane-Bridge's own residence."
"WHAT? Well where are they!"
"Follow me this way." Evans led the General official to a main large computer in the room. "As you can see sir, all four are based in what seems to be a terrace house on the outer region of the city."
"Where abouts!"
"Our intelligence has confirmed the exact address of their location; 46 Motherwell Avenue, Old-Gate, Chelsea."
"What is Kane-Bridge up to! Do you think he knows of our plans!"
"It's highly unlikely sir, but it is a possibility. May I suggest that we focus on what we are to do about our current MI6 trooper operation regarding this?"
"Yes, you're right Jones. We need to ensure that this works successfully; whether Kane-Bridge knows yet or not." The General turned back round. "Commander!"
"Yes sir!"
"Tell your advanced trooper squad to prepare themselves for operation Quick-Strike. We will engage the operation at approximately 9 hundred hours tomorrow morning."
"Yes sir!"
"Jones, tell the data wing officials to process the missionary data up onto our database. Hopefully, that'll provide the bait we need to allow the operation mission to work successfully!"
MEANWHILE…back at the Cachenski Brother's residence, Kyle had made his way back indoors.
"Oooooo, have you been talking to your little Jew friend Kyle? Hmmmm, yes, I would have thought so, after all, Jews aren't good at anything else other than talking to their same type." Cartman spoke; trying obviously to piss Kyle off. But surprisingly, Kyle said nothing; quickly getting a drink from out of one of the kitchen cupboards and walking back outside. Cartman was confused by all this and followed Kyle back outside. He tried again. "Oh, look at you Kyle, drinking somebody else's stuff. I guess you Jews are all the greedy and selfish same huh?"
Kyle slowly put the drink down on a nearby table and looked up at Cartman. "You know what Cartman, that doesn't annoy me anymore."
"W-w-what!"
"I said, that doesn't annoy me. I've finally learned to be proud of what I am. And so, although I'm fully receiving all your comments about me and what I am, I'm not going to say anything or get mad, because it doesn't annoy me anymore." Kyle walked off; leaving Cartman shocked and confused.
"I……can't…piss…Kyle off anymore! God, that sucks ass!"
Meanwhile, around the side of the house, Marcus was listening to that strange and mysterious caller on his mobile phone; the same caller who had called him now for the fifth time.
"Soon, allies will turn against you and you will see the truth behind all these lies."
"Look, I don't know who you are, but if you don't stop phoning me, I'm gunna come looking for you and I'll kick the shit out of you!"
"You're a fool Marcus; a pathetic, blind and insolent fool. As I leave you in a state of confusion and frustration, I have only three last things to say to you this time…………M……I……6!"
The caller hung up. Marcus pressed 1471 on his phone to try to find out who called him, but the call simply said: 'Sorry, the person who called you withheld their number!' Marcus rushed over to Liam and dragged him out of the conversation that he was in.
"Marcus, what are yer' doing? I was just talking to my uncle about the time I……"
"Liam, I need to ask you a HUGE favour!" Marcus spoke in a very serious and focused voice.
"Sure what?"
"You still remember how to hack into data systems and data servers?"
"Oh no! NO NO NO, I'm not doing any of that shit now Marcus. I don't want to get into trouble or anything."
"Liam, it's about MI6!"
"MI6, why?"
Marcus took a deep breath as the two lads walked back round to the side of the house. "I think they're hiding something from me and I don't know what."
"Well what do you want me to do about it?"
"I need you to hack into MI6's database and look for any data that's about the mission, anything at all that looks unusual or strange."
"NO, no way Marcus. It's past 10 o clock, alright?"
"Please Liam, PLEASE!"
Liam sighed. "……alright, give me a few minutes and I'll go upstairs and see what I can do."
"Thanks Liam!"
About ten minutes later, Liam was up in his bedroom; surrounded by loads of mess and a few computers and electronic devices.
"Right, let's have a look here." Liam spoke to himself as he cracked, hacked and searched into MI6's main database as he typed away quickly on his keyboard and moved his mouse around like crazy. "Official's info, past info, MI6 main info, government info, administrative info…bla bla bla, wait a minute, mission info? Why would they have this here? Surely they wouldn't keep this on their main database." He hacked into the info and searched through it and was shocked at what popped up first.
Rushing downstairs, he dragged Marcus out into an isolated area of the garden.
"Well, what did you find out!"
"Jesus Christ Marcus, it's MI6……they're…………"
"They're what!"
"…………They're planning a missionary operation attack on the four boys."
"WHAT? Why!"
"I dunno all it said was that they were planning an attack to hit your house at exactly nine am tomorrow morning."
"OH GOD, you've got to be f---ing kidding me!"
"I'm afraid not Marcus. What are yer' gunna do!"
"I don't know. GOD, I KNEW MI6 WERE UP TO SOMETHING, THOSE BASTARDS!" Marcus shouted as he walked up and down a small stretch of the garden. "OK, I think I know how we can avoid all this."
"How!"
"Alright, here's my plan, I'm guuna get the boys up early tomorrow and I'll send them here to your house before nine am. That way, MI6 won't be able to succeed in their attack. Besides, I'll be able to sue them for damaging my house…well if they do damage it."
"Alright, I'll get up early tomorrow and be ready for their arrival. I'll try to tell Daniel as well in the morning about it all, he'll understand, he hasn't told me yet of anything he's doing tomorrow so I'm sure he'll be able to help. But what about you?"
"Me, oh I have to visit my brother's grave at the cemetery. It's been 2 years since he died in that helicopter crash and mum's asked me to visit his grave and just pay a little respect; even though I hated that twat for all the misery he caused in my life."
"But you'll be back right?"
"Yeh, as soon as I'm done, I'll head straight over to your house. Hopefully, everything will turn out alright in the end."
"Let's hope so Marcus, let's hope so."
Liam and Marcus walked off back into the house to join the four boys. However what they were unaware of was that the next 24 hours would be the most tense 24 hours of their entire lives. But what were MI6 planning? All would be revealed soon enough; but to put it more precisely, at approximately 9am tomorrow morning.