Chapter 31: Who Do you Call?
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AFTER HAVING LUNCH, PETER Left the-IKEA Table in a hurry without having dessert. He had an-Inkling during lunch, on-Who TO-CALL to ‘unload’ his House-Cleaning mission, before returning to School on-Monday…
… he stepped Outdoors, and headed to the garage – and, closed the-Vertical metal shutter-Door for his privacy-Into-his subterfuge-&-covert Ploy. He took out his burner-phone and inserted a ‘new’ SIM-chip à and Later Called Emergency 999#...
… when the female-Operator answered à he activated the voice-Changing app, and replied…
“Yeah, I’m Calling to-Report… err… Hey-You, Guess-What…? I Have Some-Vital information to the-Headless corpse Y’ All ‘found’ recently at the zoo-Hillside. Go-GET-ME CTU àI WANT-To Speak with Special-Agent, Joe Dickson, now-pronto-ASAP…!”
The female-voice responded…
“… Hold-On, Sir…”
… Peter was Left-Hanging with crosswire-Of-beeping-&-trilling sounds for 5-seconds before he Heard the female-Operator ‘speaking’ to-someone (… she had ‘forgotten’ to-Mute the Conversation) ~ Peter distinctively heard the woman ‘speaking-Behind’ his back…
“… hehehe…some-Idiot is ‘using’ the Jigsaw-Voice app ~ saying that he Has-info for the ongoing zoo-Case…”
“Moron ~ hahaha… thanks, I’ll Take-it from here…” Replied a Male-voice…
… as ‘both’ the-Operators Laughed to-their day-to-day Insider-joke. The Male voice then ‘patched’ to-the waiting Peter on-the Other-end…
“G’ Day, Thanks for-Holding… I gather you’re ‘reporting’ having information to the-Zoo’s Headless Body-Case ~ Can I ‘know’ Who’s Calling, please…!?”
“WHO I AM is ‘not’ Important, you-Moran à But ‘what’ I-Say-is, get-it… you ‘mediocre-Bum’ on-civil service B****-payroll…!? Put-Me through The-Counter-Terrorist Unit’s Joe-Dickson, NOW!” The teen with robotic-hand holding the burner-Phone demanded…
The tongue-tied man, found his voice to reply-Back…
“… err, hold-On the-Line…”
Peter sighed-Again ‘when’ he was delayed-in Waiting-mode ~ but ‘not’ for-Long… when another man’s Older-voice replied…
“This is Detective Inspector Johnson here à I ‘heard’ You want-To report-On the Zoo-Case…?”
Peter ‘knew-Who’ JOE-JOHNSON Was à back-in the OTHER-PERTH, he was investigating the ‘Jimbo’s Case ~ where the meth-head went to the mental Institution as a FALL-GUY for Peter’s nefarious crime Of-sending Alicia-Wong to-Hospital, in a-Coma with a head-concussion…
The angry-Jigsaw VOICE RANTED…
“NO! I Don’t want the Police à I ONLY WANT To ‘speak’ to the D***-Head, Joe-Dickson of the B**** CTU à Put him through-NOW! I Demand To SPEAK-With him!!!”
“I’m sorry, he’s Unavailable Now ~ Can you Leave a MESSAGE…?’
… that Answer made Peter Rant-More (with PERTHLAND’s encounter in-Mind) …
“Where Has-He Gone!? This is a Working-Day ~ ‘not’ a stroll-in the beach-Day on Tax-payer’s Money…
“… he ‘was’ a soo-Mediocre-&-Unambitious fellow ‘since I Last ‘met’ him à married to a-mere Desk-Sargent… Living in a crummy house…
“Today à he’s Just-as bad-Or-even gone Worst ~ coming On-&-wasting TV-airtime like a Hotshot 007-Agent, but ‘not’ Solving anything ‘substantial-Yet… what’s with the gorilla Blood DNA-Sampling, hah…!? What Planet-Of-the Apes’ S*** is this…?
“… since He Could ‘not’ solve the-f***ing Free-the-Monkey zoo-case à I’m Here to solve it For-Him, cos’ I-Got the juicy-info on the Headless-Horse, served on a silver-Platter, so that Lazy-Joe has got work-TO-DO, YEA…! instead-Of Going-On TV every day, talking the ‘same’ S*** excuses ~ of his ‘crush’ he-Has on that girlfriend Male-Gorilla Of-His…! I’m Here TO-Solve the SOUTH-PERTH ZOO CASE Mystery -- Now, ‘Where’ is He…!!?”
“I’m sorry that he’s ‘not’ Here ~ Can you-please Leave a-Message…?”
The teen was ‘silent’ for a-Moment in-Thoughts…
‘… maybe the #999 Emergency is Only-for cops-ambo-&-fire service ~ and it’s ‘not’ for Call-Out Lazy-Joe, or Ordering a-pizza. Should I HANG-UP…?’
… on 2nd-Thought, Peter was on-the-Clock with his House-Cleaning plot to solve-the-Matter à Peter ‘now’ Had-To find a ‘direct#’ for the-CTU which Could ‘delay’ his Monday-Deadline à so, he Decided that SINCE Joe-Johnson ‘was’ also-Qualified as ‘Capable’ à Like in the Jimbo’s Case-Of-PERTHLAND à TO ‘TELL’ HIM (… as Long it DOESN’T Implicate him-&-Bella) …
The robotic-Armed teenager ‘decided’ to-Divulge the ‘info’ to the-Police à and ‘sabotage’ the ‘hiding’ H-8 Animal-Activist Group…
“Hahaha, fair-Enough… who-Needs that Loser-d***-Agent anyway à when I have You-the DIE-HARD’s Detective McClane-Johnson, hahaha à but don’t worry, Old-man – I won’t Make-You ‘jump-Off an Exploding building, or-any Hollywood’s ‘Crazy’ Stunts-Of Sorts…
“… That We-Already ‘have’ Our Own Mad-max, George Miller, hahaha…
“Listen closely, Joe -- dig-Off your earwax and pay-Attention… as I’m saying it-Only Once… the dead corpse is Charles ‘the-Horse’ Ross-Jr! An Animal-activist terrorist-Group – that-was ‘our’ Charlie with Chopped-off Head-&-Hoofs…
“But I ‘know’ where it is buried too, hehehe… those bl****-idiot Activist-Group are Total-Mediocre bumbling amateurs à where they buried the-Crime Evidence in where they’re Holing-Up like rats ~ hiding from-Cats, hehehe…
“… breaking the-Cardinal First-Law in the Criminal’s Rulebook which is, ‘Don’t ‘put’ your-Cooking pot in the-Place you Take-a S***’ à and those-Morons DID-JUST THAT ~ they Buried-it in-the-Place That-They’re Hiding, hahaha… soo-Dumb that they should-Have their-Own Netflix Comedy-show, hahaha!”
The boastful Peter Laughed Like-the Joker as he Disclose information to Detective Joseph-Dickson à naming the members Of-the H-8 and Also-the Location of the dog-Farm, where the 2-Animal activists ‘criminals’ were Hiding for-their crime…
… when Peter Hanged-Up the call à he Then removed the phone’s SIM-chip and broke-it. He Laughed in-relief-&-released as he Felt a-burden Of-his ‘nagging’ Problems Lifted-from his-shoulders…
“Yes, my-Hindrance of H-8 is-now Gone! It’s a-new Dawn-in-the Planet-Of-Cyborg Thunderbolt-Pete to Rise-&-Shine, Hahaha! WOO-HOO!”
He ran into the Walker-House, and slammed the front-door ~ and, a-Quick-glance at Paul, who was ‘alone’ at the dining table, eating his vanilla-ice cream…
‘… you’re ‘next,’ Fat-F***!’
Peter Laughed as he ran Upstairs.
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RETURNING TO HIS BEDROOM, he wanted to continue Level-7 Of-his Nintendo game, but he felt Drowsy-&-Lazy cos’-Of-state of food Coma. Paul Levitated and plopped On-the new-Mattress…
… he took his iPad and placed the device On-his bulging belly, as a tabletop – and, was going through his feeds in-Social-media for ~ ‘other’ reports on the Wilson Residence-Attack (… other-Than the TV news that He Had-Watched earlier) …
… there were several that were-In ‘text-Form,’ that he Skipped (… feeling drowsy-&-lazy to read). Paul clicked on one Website-that Had many-Photos – and was ‘studying’ the aftermath damages of the electronic Front-gate, potholes in the front-Yard, broken-Front door of the house (… and, Lots of blood…) …
He was-Confused…
‘Whoa… surprising the whole-Neighbourhood ‘was’ Asleep… it Should-Be Earth-Shattering noisy Like World-war Explosions… Have ‘been’ there myself, like in the-GOE battle-Mission with ear-shattering Blasting-&-Demons’ War-cries all-Around… but ‘These’ folks Just-slept through ~ And-even, Jane’s doctor-mom Mentioned-that in the interview… everyone Just-slept… it’s simply-Amazing-&-Baffling…’
He noticed too there were red-butterflies fluttering About (… a couple of the insects Landed-On the camera-Lens). Paul ignored it…
He also Realised that he saw no-Zombie-corpses (… which-Were cleared by the Army-trucks) before the reporters’ crew, coming to the-Scene later ~ while the fire-department were hosing the blood on the front-road…
Paul felt Slightly-squeamish seeing-Blood after a-Full meal – and switched-Off the iPad. When He was trying TO-GO to sleep ~ he felt Sad… that 200+ Of-the Perthians Had perished on Jane’s ‘former’ house’s Front-yard…
In-Thought, he Self-assured Himself…
‘… Rest-In-Peace ~ I’ll ‘pray’ for-All of-Your Souls ~ remember it’s ‘not’ your Fault à that you Turned-to Zombies… it was Simply-Bad Luck ‘being’ at-the Wrong-place in-the-Pandemic à that you’re bitten-&-turned By-Hajji-&-His initial Horde-Of-the Undead… Rest-in-Peace à and, Rest-assured ~ that Y’ All-ARE ‘Going’ to-Heaven….’
… his Mind ‘was’ playing BLAME-GAMES Too…
‘… remembering the-Doomsday-Time-traveller – John-See ‘had’ mentioned, in the-Pentateuch à that Jane had ‘the-Soul’ of the Avenging-&-Bloodthirsty Goddess Kali ~ Going-On her ‘own’ Solo-Missions…
… but Paul Defended the-Thought…
‘… she’s ‘just’ Protecting her family ~ where I’ll DO-THE-Same Too… too-Bad that everyday-Folks were caught In-Between and-Died… I ‘regret’ I Had turned a-Blind-Eye to-it ~ letting the ‘mayor’ to handle the-Pandemic à where his-Army DID-THE Culling-&-Quarantining …’
Paul was Feeling ‘guilty’ that his-mom was-in-Quarantine Too ~ where he had ‘almost’ Lost-his Single-Parent (… had-she Been-Bitten…) …
…. It reminded Of-a ‘similar’-scenario-In a horrifying Netflix’s Korean Zombie Apocalypse TV-series (where Paul Couldn’t remember the-Title) à but in-It, the-Pandemic that happened in the-entire city ~ where a-Mother travelled ‘through’ the chaos-Of-danger in the Outbreak à to Find for-Her-Son Who-Was in a High-School… but Before the Mother-&-Son Reunited…
… she was Bitten-&-Turned into the-Undead à where the son could ‘only’ see-&-cry for His-Loss à so-Did Paul ‘cry’ (… as an-audience) ….
Tears flowed in the boy’s eyes as he-Prayed to St Michael for Strength-&-Courage à TO-BE An-enabler ~ and, take-Back his-agency as supe-cum-guardian Angel à Who-Is the Protector-Of-Perth ~ which He Had ‘neglected’ To-Perform in POST-TREETON…
‘… I Would ‘not’ Sit in-the-Side-Line à I Should-BE Proactive from Now-Onwards…’
Only ‘after’ he made-the self-Assurance… his worries-Ceased ~ and, he Finally-dozed-Off in the Air-Conditioned room à while Outside the Walker-House à a Blazing Heat-Wave occurred-On that Saturday-afternoon…
… setting Forest-Fires in some-Parts-Of-Perth.
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He had A-weird dream that He-Was in a forest in the-Garden-Of-Eden Paradise. He was trapped the thick-Shrubs surrounded by Tall-trees. He flew Upwards to the closest big-Tree that …
… ‘seemed’ to have pale-Flowers ‘growing’ On-top…
… only-After reaching the-peak à the flowers then Came-Alive… when He realised it were massive flocks-Of-White Butterflies nesting in the branches. He flew among the thousands-&-thousands Of White-winged insects that Left the Birch-tree… fluttering Over his face, where shut his eyes, flying-Up blind…
He then perched-On top of the tree Looking up the morning skies where he couldn’t differentiate From the White-clouds and the millions of White-butterflies covering the sunlight radiant à with the-Critters’ flapping-wings were giving strobe-Light ‘flickering’ effects from blocking the sunlight …
… In-awe, he watched the Beauty-Of-Nature ~ while Clinging-On the-treetop…
… he turned-his head and saw 2-humans running. The male was ONLY wearing jaguar-skinned loin-Cloth ~ while the female was in leopard-skinned Jungle-attire. The teenagers were Laughing-while racing each other ~ a-100 metres away from the-Trees…
… on the treetop, he was speechless à to realise…
“… huh… it’s Tarzan-&-Jane…’
… they Were-Both able-bodied youths… running the-race. From above, He ‘admired’ the variant’s 6-pack-Abs too…
… while racing each-other in an open meadow, Tarzan Overtook Her... Jane Then-tripped him, and the ‘King-Of-the-Jungle’ fell – and, the playful Jane dove-On to him, as they wrestled in the grass, rolling-Over before-Long…
… the-Couple Were-Kissing…
… on-Top-Of the tree ~ he voyeur Tarzan on-Top-Of Jane… passionately-Osculating his-Mate…
… the salacious-Paul on-top of-the-tree ‘peeped’ …
Then, a bunch-Of patrolling seraphim flew Towards-them… and the Cupids intervened Shouting…
“Peeta-No! Peeta-No!”
… on the Treetop, he cursed…
‘… those Bl****-C*** Blocking, Moral-Police!’
In the ‘present’ Paradise-Of the Abrahamic-Creator --> Sex-Was-Forbidden à from the Largest pair-Of the-Elephants To-the Smallest pair-Of Ants --> the Male-&-Female were ‘outlawed’ to-Have intercourse ‘since’ the-Day Adam-&-Eve were Banished…
“Peeta-No! Peeta-No!”
The giggling Jane corrected them…
“… hehehe, no à this is Paul, ‘not’ Peter!”
Nearby, at the Waterfalls, a Loud trumpeting sound was-Heard… Tarzan-&-Jane raced Over to-the Cascades to welcome a-Pair-Of-African elephants…
On the treetop, he saw On-top of the-Bull were a-6-year-Old Samuel with a Black-girl his-age ~ but…
… she had-an Afro-blonde hair, and striking Blue-eyes…
The excited Jane turned to Tarzan-Paul à and pointed at the pair-Of-elephants at the waterside…
“Look on-Top-Of-Manju! It is Ja-&-Apo!”
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In the cosy air-Conditioned bedroom, the ringtone-Of Queen’s ‘I WANT TO BREAK FREE!’ on the iPhone Jolted Paul-Up ~ he was In-between-Worlds ‘when’ He Woke-Up. The Big-sized teen rubbed his palm downwards- From his-eyes, nose and his drooling mouth, as he ‘Was’ still retracting-&-recanting his-GOE-dream…
‘… a Black girl, with blonde-Hair and Blue-eyes…?’
“I WANT TO BREAK FREE!”
Paul grabbed the iPhone and looked at the-Screen à it was a PRIVATE# with No-Digits. He pressed the Red-button, and rejected the call (…. Thinking it was a-Telemarketer). Glanced-at alarm-Clock à 4:29 PM – he wanted to Sleep-more (… cos’ it was Couple-Of-Hours ‘before’ Dinnertime) …
“I WANT TO BREAK FREE!”
The-sighing, Paul took-it again-&-Again it was the ‘same’ PRIVATE# à annoyed, he Pressed on-the Red- button. He was shocked that the-Call-button can’t Reject. He then Tried to-OFF THE PHONE à and ‘that’ Switch-button Too was Not-Working…
Paul was in a-panic-state dealing with a-4-Year-Old iPhone, which-He Couldn’t Shut-OFF. His dread escalated when the RINGTONE GOT LOUDER…
“I WANT TO BREAK FREE!”
… he Thought-that His-Phone Was-Possessed à he felt Like smashing the-Phone on-the-wall (… Like in-the-movies) ~ but he Did ‘not,’ and Was Frantically pushing the buttons à while The SINGING Grew Louder-&-Louder…
“I WANT TO BREAK FREEEEEE!”
The tooth-fairy, Freddie-Mercury Was-Screaming In-biting High-pitched Octane-Voice Into his-Ears -- Paul Surrendered and ACCEPTED The-Call. And, was Shocked further to Facetime with Lana-Lane ~ the ‘nosy’ reporter, who Wanted to ‘expose’ His-superhero’s Secret-Identity … Paul was tongue-tied…
“… wa-wa-What Do Yo-you Want!?”
… he ‘knew’ what she wanted ~ cos’ he had been subscribing TO-HER podcast Channel with a ‘dummy’ email-account ~ and Listened ‘incognito’ Months-Ago, podcasts that covered Conspiracy-Theories ‘happening’ in Perth à notably the-video-Of South Perth Zoo, where Paul ‘fought’ a Bull-Rhino and KO-ed it to-Coma…
… Lana then Did intensive Research with the video-Clip for her podcast à micro-Analysing the-Zoom Shot-By-shot à to ‘reveal’ a-Brief ‘flash’ On the-Beast’s temple by Paul’s Electrocution, that brought the huge-Rhino Down. But the comments to the video were dismissed as a Fake-&-Doctored by-many subscribers (… that was in-Favour to ‘reveal’ the Secret-Identity Of-Paul) …
“Hiya Paul – you Had-Been ‘busy’ Lately, haven’t you, hahaha? First it Was the zoo-Rhino à then-There was the ‘dead’ black panther in the Wilson’s backyard…” Lana said ~ but Paul ‘interrupted’ her…
“NO! I Did ‘not’ kill the black panther!”
“… but according to Dr Shelley Wilson’s police statement ~ she ‘mentioned’ the-Walker-Twins were ‘present’ in that-House That-Night Of-the-incident… nah… I don’t think your-Brother was there ~ he’s too ‘busy’ with his-Tennis --> but YOU? You on the Other-hand--> were ‘there,’ weren’t YOU?” Lana-Too didn’t want to implicate her Informant, PETER who gave her-Counterpart, Osborne the concrete-Evidence in-the-USB Flash-drive…
… Lana ‘believed’ that Paul ‘killed’ the feral Big-cat ~ and, Paul was Glad the ‘suspicion’ was On-Him, and ‘not’ on-Jane (… who Had ‘actually’ slain the black-panther that came To-Eat her-baby brother, Samuel Alive) …
Paul was dumbfounded of Dr Shelley ‘made-To’ the-Police saying that ‘he-&-the-Devil Were in the-house’ On-that-night Of-the feral Big-cat Attack. Lana-Then took-the helm Of-the-Conversation… mocking…
“… well-well… Congratulations à you ‘had’ Made the-doctor’s daughter ‘pregnant, and Now she Lives with-You-Too, Tarzan-Paul, hahaha…
“… so, Last-Night were you At-The-Wilsons? Did you-Kill ‘those’ Zombies? It Seem Like-Lots had been Happening in-That-House à How about your-House? Did your Baby-Mama tell you TO-GO over and Kill-the-Zombies…!?”
Paul Shouted at the screen…
“You Leave Jane ‘out’ of-this!!!”
“Hahaha-Okay à then we Have to-Talk face-to-face à Fly-Over and meet-Me at the old Timex-Square at 5…” Lana Dictated…
“NO! I’m NOT-GOING Anywhere!” Paul Protested…
“Hahaha, Yes-You-Are… now à Looky-loo…”
Paul saw Lana ‘showing’ him Her-2nd cellphone --> with a recording-Of-Paul ‘levitating’ Upstairs in the-Walkers – captured by the-home CCTV camera…
‘… Oh-My-God! The devil ‘had’ Betrayed-me… or, had-He…?’
… he Gave the benefit-Of-Doubt to Peter à cos’ it Could-had been ‘modern-technology’ that Lana Might Have used to Hack the house’s Security-System à just-Like she had taken the ‘controls’ Of-his-iPhone ‘hostage’ remotely…
The obese-teen’s mouth-gapped wide – when he-Too Was-Taken ‘hostage’ by the Reporter’s demands…
“Meet Me-There at 5 O’ clock – OR-ELSE this Footage Goes Online in my-Podcast -->and Would reveal To-the-World – that Paul-Walker Is-Indeed a Superhero, hahaha…
“… come-&-see Me @Timex-SQUARE – and Don’t Be-Late…”
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Paul immediately Had a-Panic-attack when the Facetime screen Faded-to-black. The big-sized boy was trembling in fright (… with the air-con’s cold-air, that made every-fibre hair spike-Up into goosebumps on his-Opulent body) …
He Glanced-fast at the bedside clock à 4:38 PM… and, his thoughts rambled…
‘… Oh-My-God à I Got ‘only’ 22-Minutes to get there ‘before’ 5 PM ~ or-Else sayonara to Gemini-Blue-supe-Identity…!?’
Paul ‘bickered’ in his-Mind…
‘… this Is Earlier-Than the 6:30 sunset… people Can Bl**** See-me… as the big-Eclipse flying Above-them… oh-my-God… I haven’t-Done ‘missions’ in-Broad-daylight...All of my Missions Were-After-Midnight, ‘when’ I sneak-out the-House cos’ my-room Don’t-HAVE Windows…
‘… ‘why’ didn’t I-Ask the-woman to meet-After-midnight à instead of-5 O’ Clock…? Why Didn’t I ‘speak-Up? Why did I-Freeze Just-Now to that woman’s Threats…!?”
… Paul was Slapping himself in his-cheeks ~ in-Regrets…
“Why!? Why??”
He saw-the Time ~ 4:41 PM à T-Minus 19-Minutes…
The teen broke-Down and wept in-his-Bed… and Paul Had-2 Options:
* TO-NOT-GO à in self-Surrender ~ with his Gemini-Blue’s ID TO-BE Known to the world… exposed in-the-podcast à and it’s a-WIN to the-Reporter… and a LOSE-for him
* And, To-Later bear the-Affect Consequences à that he was the First-One Of-Treeton’s Curse-Trio ‘member’ Exposed after 10-months in-Hiding à since-Coming to the realm-Of-POST-TREETON… and Be-the ‘Fall Guy’ eventually à and-Also ‘break ‘His-mom’s Heart to Disown-Him
* TO-GO à bravely to-TIMEX SQUARE… and Confront-the-Reporter à whether WIN, LOSE-or-DRAW à he might have-A Chance To Save-His Supe-ID
Wiping-off baby-Boy’s tears, the 13-year-Old decided To-Man-Up ~ he ‘got’ Off-the bed… and ‘decided’ to pull-Up-his supe-Pants cos’ he Had prayed for His-Guardian Angel, St Michael’s advice Last-night ~ where he-Had Promised TO-BE Proactive as the Guardian-&-Protector-Of-Perth…
He opened the close-drawer to Find-Warm clothes – as he Had to fly higher at the Troposphere atmosphere among the-Clouds (to camouflage his-ID ‘too’ from naked-eyes Looking-above in the-Streets below) …
… he was deciding which-Colour wardrobe to wear… so ‘not’ to stick-Out Like a-big bug ‘stuck-In' the broad daylight-Lens-of the Blue-skies…
Paul was delighted to find Nana’s Scooby-Doo-patched blue woollen-Sweater that she ‘made’ For-Him Days-Ago…
“Thanks-Nana ~ I Love-you!”
He put-On the sweater Over his-T-shirt…. but It wasn’t Enough… while flying in high-Altitudes with freezing-winds blowing that could shatter his-his teeth-&-jaw bone by Violent clattering Of-hypothermia… ‘when’ losing his bodily-Warmth in mid-air...
He had 4 jackets hanging-On hooks, at his door…
… he Levitated-Over to Choose the ‘proper’ jacket ~ he chose the-Beige jacket, and found it was still ‘not’ Enough too -- and wore a Grey-jacket Over-the-Beige …
Fortunately, at that moment ~ he ‘Heard’ the housekeeper humming to-Herself, as she passed his windowless bedroom à Paul ‘knew’ she was going to the Bathroom…
* A perfect Opportunity for him to Sneak-Out the Walker-House via the-Kitchen, through the-Backdoor à and, Fly-Away in Broad-Daylight…
When Nana closed the-Bathroom door ~ Paul closed his-bedroom Door… and wheelchaired-Out. He Heard the TV WAS-On in the Living-room… a Quick-peek to see Peter sleeping on the couch, with Kiki-the-Siamese cat napping at-his-feet On-the sofa. A sudden suspicious Thought ‘occurred’…
‘… Did the Devil Give the ‘Footage’ to that Bl**** reporter…?’
He then wanted to ‘know’ the Time – Paul Looked at his-wrist ~ and sighed that he had ‘forgotten’ to wear his-Swatch watch… but he Didn’t want to go-Back to-Grab his-watch (while Nana ‘was’ using the-Bathroom) – But He-was Glad that he had his-iPhone in his pant-Pocket (for Time-Keeping) … while he-Guesstimated that he had ‘another’ 15+Minutes of ‘travel-Time’…
… and, was Glad-Too that he knew the Location ~ by the Clocktower at the East Old-Town, 20 Kilometres from City-centre à the ‘Clock-in-the-Tower’ was sponsored Back-in the 80s by TIMEX, the American-watch company…
Wheelchairing to the Kitchen, he heard opera sung in-Afrikaans on the radio. The backdoor was-Open wide. Paul glanced at kitchen-cabinet Shelf at the-black Baal statue, lifting-A pair fork-&-spoon…
‘… I must-DO THIS Mission à and ‘Come-Back’ By-7 for-Dinner…’
He went-Down the Backdoor-ramp in a-Hurry ~ and almost knocked-Down the barking-Owl’s perch-stand (but Strix wasn’t perched – probably ‘hunting’ in the drains for-rodents, as-It’s Evening-Meal) … at the Backyard, Paul then Levitated from his-Chair … Looking around… and, Spotted the male-cat, RaRa Looking At-Him…
‘… what Are-You Looking-at…!?’
Paul was on-the-Clock ~ and had no-Time for a Staring-contest with the-Catà he had to ‘hide’ his-Wheelchair from Nana…
… holding the folded-wheelchair, the Big-teenager Levitated to the Side-of the-House… where there was a good-Hiding spot, for the-chair For-the NEXT 2-HOURs, while he Went on-a-Mission of ‘protecting’ His-secret ID from the Conspiracy-theory-Reporter…
Paul looked-Up at the roof… and Levitated Upwards till he reached on-TOP of the steaming Hot roof and he perspired bullets-Of-sweat (… the 2-Jackets which He-Wore didn’t Help either). At the vantage, he crouched and ‘did’ A-Look-out at the Kiperman’s… the closest House to the-Walkers…
The wheelchaired, Mr Kiperman (with One-Leg, cos’-Of diabetes) WAS ALWAYS in his-Porch (… doing ‘some’ of his Old-man’s hobbies)– and He would ‘sure’ SEE PAUL if he Flew-Up into the skies…
Fortunately, Mr Kiperman wasn’t in the porch-During the Heat-wave ~ probably indoors, having a-Lemonade with the-Missus…
The coast was Clear in the suburbs’ Neighbourhood – Everyone Was Indoors ‘battling’ the-Heat…
…After-a few second to waiting for A-Large-cloud to-Come Over him Perpendicularly – Then, the Big-Boy Lifted-Off Like-a NASA Rocket…
… as He Flew-Upwards ~ He felt that he was ‘Slow’ (… compared to his ‘previous’ night-Mission Take-offs…
It Was-Gravity --> That he ‘gained’ weight.
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He huffed-&-panted as he Flew-Up ‘fighting’ gravity. The Air Was-Bad Too-as it was-Smoky. His eyes stinged as had to closed-them, and coughed all-the-Way, as he Ascended-in-Flight to the upper-Atmosphere of 5000-meters… where he ‘changed’ his-Stance-&-Bearing flying-East in a Horizontal position…
…where people below Could see him à as a-T in-clouds-AS either à an-Aeroplane-OR-A-flying-dinosaur, Archaeopteryx… as Paul was Self-Conscious of his crippled Legs-Wobbling ‘behind’ Like a Tadpole ~ comparing himself as a-Merman ~ Tail-wiggling and, ‘swimming’ in the-Skies…
The air was-Cooler ‘under’ the White-Cumulus-Clouds ~ with the sweat-On his brows evaporated by the Cold-winds to A-Head freeze ... it was Like- putting his head-Into the-fridge-Freezer. He was ‘glad’ he was-Wearing 2-Jackets ~ So, didn’t want to Get damp-OR-wet ~ As he flew-Low to-belly-Of the Enormous whale-Sized White-puffs of water-vapour…
… the Whale-Song ‘played’ inside His-Head – as he flew into the hazy-Weather…
The mist-Of-clouds cleared to Blue-skies that were contaminated by slews of grey-Smoke coming from the-Northern horizon à Paul Was-Shocked that The Perth’s Great Forest-Fire was happening-Again (… this-Time in the POST-TREETON Realm) …
Back-in the OTHER-PERTH’s Mission à Asmodeus’s Sumerian-allies, Ammut-&-Ammit Caused the Great-Fire ‘destroying’ hundred-Of-kilometres of the Reserve-Forest, and Killing millions-Of-wildlife…
… despite-That, it was a-SUCCESSFUL Mission which He ‘did’ with-Jane/StarGirl à Accompanied-By the-One-Armed demon, Mercury-The-Betrayer…
He Ignored the Forest-Fire, TO-GO to Confront his Secret-Superhero-ID ‘problem,’ That-was his-Priority that was-Soon BE-EXPOSED If he didn’t CET-TO the-Destination by-5PM…
He Gassed-Out half-Way in the-Journey, and his-Fitness Level-Was Questionable ~ the Root-Cause was Nana’s Delicious cooking where he felt Guilty that he-Overate… a-Far-cry when he was in pugilist-Mode… the Andy-Ruiz in daily-Workouts at-the Backyard’s Punching-bag sessions when he Was-Home-Alone, before the SA-Housekeeper ‘came’ to the Walkers (… with ‘preggo’ Bella) …
He was worried that On-Monday ~ where his school-Pants wouldn’t Fit – and, Caroline would-be angry at him, for Overeating when she was-Away – ‘while’ Quarantined @CDC Hospital…
‘… huh… would the-School ‘allow’ me To-Break the uniform-Dress-Code – if I ‘wore’ a-black Sweatpants As-school-pants…?!?’
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Roughly-10 Minutes Later, he Left the Troposphere to descend-On Timex-Square – where the ‘prominent’ Clocktower Was ~ which was huge-Replica of the Watch-face of the company’s Classic Timepiece, the-Marlin Sub-Dial-on A-TOWER that stood 10 meters high-&-tall in the East-Old-Town…
The clock Was-Broken… showed 8:21 ~ (at Least, it ‘showed’ the Right-Time twice In-a-Day) …
… Paul was tired ‘after’ flying 20+ kilometres Over… and ‘reminded’ Himself…
‘… the-Formula-for-Flying Is…mental-power ‘against’ gravity (… the heavier-the-slower) … and, I-Poe ~ Should Lose-weight…or I’ll Get a-Heart Attack, when the Next Time I Fly…’
The exhausted-Supe Landed-on the ‘abandoned’ Grahams-&-Sons Insurance-Co Rooftop – which was the tallest Building, that had 5-Floors. Paul Looked in the deserted streets in the-Vantage-point to see-If-the Reporter Was-There…
‘… where is she…!?’
He Time-checked by Taking his-iPhone from his sweatpants-Pocket à it-Was 5:08 PM…
‘…oh-Oh… I’m 8-Minutes Late… Had she Left…? Common… it’s only-Bl****-8 Minutes … gimme a-break, where Are-You…!?’
The evening sun was Intense in rooftop ~ and Paul Removed the-2 warm jackets… and wearing his Snobby-Doo woollen-sweater. He was searching By Looking-down in the deserted vicinity, on a-Saturday-Business Day… with No cars moving on the road…
Timex-Square was bustling-part of Perth in the 80s ~ as a GO-TO Place to buy Imitation-Goods from China ~ from Fashion-to-PC Software. The place Stopped thriving in the 2000s, when Copyright-Acts were Enforced-&-Strict in-Perth ~ with most shops were Closed-down for-business After the Authority-raids…
Today, it was a ghost-town – with 10% of ‘Still-active’ businesses ~ mainly-Illegal Activities ‘behind’ close doors…
Paul looked right at an OLD Single-projector cinema, that Too-was Obsolete since the advent-Of Multiplexes in-Malls. The Cinema was named REX… with a missing ‘E’. The Last-movie shown There-was Jean-Claude Van-Damme’s 90s Hit-movie, Double-Impact … with weathered-down poster with the-Action Hero with a-Gun (Like-As marketed in the 90s movies, that a-Gun was Needed to-Entice the- palette Of-Demographics to-Come-SEE the Action-Movie…
… Van-Damme Was-Also with his Long-Lost ‘Twin’…
‘… yep… watched it On-Netflix à Van-Damme Played a-Double-Role as his-Twin too… Double-the-Action à and, BOTH The-Heroes had a-Successful Mission Fighting Bad-Guys…
‘… ‘not’ my-Devil Twin though… He’s the Bad-Guy in My-movie…’
Paul was Recuperating on the-Rooftop… he was ‘still’ short-Of-breath, with his-Heart ‘still’ pounding-Hard. He noticed Below That-there was a bus-Stop with a ‘tiny’ park with several Birch-Trees …
… up on the smoky-horizon à was the-Murmuration Aerial-Dance Of an-enormous Swarm-Of-Red Butterflies Flying In-graceful synchronisation. Paul on the rooftop, ‘admired’ the hypnotic movements-Of-mother Nature’s elements --> but the teenager’s Mind then-Threw HIM a-Mental visual, Like a bone-To-a-Dog’…
‘… whoa… Garden-Of-Eden… I was-There à and saw White-Butterflies ‘there’…’
… his-Mind pinballed Another Mental-Visual à Of being inside the-Cockpit Of-the Pentateuch Flying-Portal ~ Captained by the Doomsday Time-Traveller-&-Time Keeper, Capt. John-See piloting the intergalactic Shuttle-craft…
… in-a-Conversation, John See Mentioned…
‘… red-Butterfly à IS Danger…’
Paul ‘nearly-Got’ a-Heart-Attack à WHEN his-Loud iPhone’s Ringtone Rang ~ ‘poofing’ his-Pentateuch reverie…
“I WANT TO BREAK FREEEE!!!”
The Big-Boy Pick-Up the reporter’s Private#-Call…
‘… yes-Lana, I’m Here! Where Are-You…!?”
“Excellent… Now-DANCE FOR-US, you-Supe…”
Paul-then Heard Another woman’s Laughter in the background… he was-Annoyed…
‘… what Bl****-Games Is She-Playing? Who is the-OTHER Woman…!?’
Paul was-Mad --> that he had ‘been’ Duped…
‘… f***-I’ll dance to your-Tunes ~ Who You-Think I-Am… your-Dancing chump-monkey…?’
The woman Ended-the-Call… Paul glanced-at the screen ~ it was 5:11 PM, and putting-away the phone in his grey sweatpants pocket… Levitating To the 4-Corners Of-the-Rooftop to see ‘where’ the 2-WOMEN Were…
… they were ‘not’ in his-Sight – but the massive-Critter Insects-Were à bountiful-Of RED-Butterflies descended in the-Park onto the Birch-trees…
‘RED IS ‘DANGER! But… Where…!!?’
Before-Long the aerial-Danger came --> 5-Military Armed-Drones were flying Nearby… surrounding the rooftop in-ALL Directions à where the handicapped supe-Was…
The American-agent, Renee Osborne ‘had’ promised HER-Snitch, Peter ---> that she’ll-KILL his-Twin, Paul for-Him…
… she was-Also Was collaborating with Dr Jack Turner (… in South-Africa) à Who ‘wanted’ To-TEST PAUL’s supe-Abilities…
The 5 Drones Were-All flying towards the 5-Storey building Rooftop in-all-Directions to Surround Paul…
‘…OMG…’
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CHUCKY-MIGGS MADE A-SURPRISE Visit to Kirk-Kiperman in the Dog-farm, where he-Worked… he was-Supposed to-CARE of-his heroin-Addict Estranged-son, Charles-Jr – since Kirk himself was a-Meth-head…
… The-Father ‘figured’ That ‘both’ drug-addicts ‘should’ stick-Together (…with Kirk ‘Keeping-an-Eye on his-heroin addict-Son) …
After months-&-months of ‘forgetting’ Of-his-Son’s Existence, the Gangster-Father came to the secluded-Farm that-Saturday Evening with à 5-Armed Goons, in 2 cars…
Kirk wasn’t Aware-Of-their Un-calling ‘arrival’ --> especially-When, the secluded farms was Always-Noisy24/7 with Barking-Dogs – especially Dinner-Time, in the-Evenings…
There Was-a Makeshift greenhouse ‘Built’ behind the Dog-Kennels – Kirk Was a-Meth-head with Green-fingers where he grew high-Quality Illegal Cannabis (… Like Frisian-Dew-&-Durban Poison breeds -- that was-Hot in-Demand) …
Although, marijuana was beneath him, as Methamphetamine ‘was’ his-Poison, but the weed-Business was Profitable cos’ IT-WAS easier to plant a Cash-crop Rather than, ‘cooking’ meth-in-Lab…
It-Too was year-Long of Growing-&-Harvesting Crop à with ’handsome’ Quarterly ‘reaps’ – it Used TO-BE a-3 men-Job à but After the-Horse Died ~ Kirk-&-Daniel Bennett Continued the Lucrative-business… where they Spent their xenophobic Lives ‘isolated’ in the Dog-Farm (during the zombie-Pandemic) ‘under-the-radar’ from-the Outside world …
Kirk was in the greenhouse, individually Hand spraying Growth-chemicals to rows of growing black-Bags of breeds for-Future harvest – while Daniel was in Darkroom portion of the-greenhouse (… wrapped with Black-plastic films) …
…where the stoner Was tending TO-THE drying-&-curing of the-Buds…
Kirk-&-Daniel were Shocked-&-Terrified when they saw the Outsiders à Chucky-Miggs and his- ‘Scandinavian’ Goons Had ‘found-Out’ of The ILLEGAL WEED business ‘made’ behind-THE BACK à ‘where’ the-OG, Miggs ‘demanded’ his-Cut at gunpoint…
… 60-40 Split --> Kirk Agreed (at-Gun-point) ...
As Miggs Berated… his goons had ‘confiscated’ 25 plastic-bags of-Hi-Quality Buds ~ worth $20.000 … Loading the weed into their cars…
The eye-patched Norwegian-Descend old-man Didn’t Like the Irish (and even-the English-much) à because of their-Dishonesty-&-Conniving in-Conducting business (Like-in-the Old-World) … who Cheated-in Any-way They-Could…
… as a ‘punishment,’ Miggs Told Kirk to Double-the-harvest ‘yield’ à and ‘expected’ a-CUT-Of $50,000 of the ‘next’ quarterly-harvest’. And, A few-Of Miggs’ goons Would-Be Stationed-Soon in the dog-farm à to-Overseer Kirk-&-Daniel, from ‘any shenanigans-Of-dishonesty…
… at Gunpoint -- BOTH the Irish-&-the English ‘agreed’…
Then the Leader-of-OG gang ‘spoke’ of his-Intention For-the-Visit ~ as he-Questioned Kirk…
“Where is Charlie? His bike is-Not Here… where is-He…!? Doesn’t he ‘work’ Here…”
“… noo, he Quit 2-Months ago, but he Lives here On-&-Off and, his bike is-Banjazed ~ he Sold-it Off…”
“What!? How he Goes-About…”
“… he’s got a-rich fecking Girlfriend now… she picks-Him up in her-fancy car… and, Off-He goes for a-Few days, or-So…”
“… who’s the-Sheila? Where she-Lives?”
“… donno, Mr Ross ~ but no-wozza… he’ll be back, sometimes After 3-Or-4 days… but ‘always’ he ‘Comes’ back here, to the farm…”
“What about his-Phone à why-Doesn’t he-pick-Up…? Has he Changed his-Number…?”
“… no, Mr Ross ~ it’s the-fecking Same number – even-We couldn’t ‘get’ him – Charlie ‘switches-Off’ his-Phone for-Days, when he is ‘with’ his-Girl… probably ‘getting’ high… As the-fecking Sheila is a smack-head too…”
The old-man Slap Kirk --> and pulled his pistol on him …
“Don’t-Lie To-Me! I got an-Anonymous call that the-Zoo’s hillside Headless-CORPSE IS-CHARLIE! And, You Killed him ~ ‘buried’ HIS-HEAD in this-Bl*****-Farm, Did-Or-Didn’t You-Not, you Fibbing filthy-Mick!”
Kirk-&-Daniel ‘looked’ at-one-Another --. Cos’ it Was THEIR-SECRET… NOW à Chucky-Miggs ‘Somehow-knew’ About the-Buried ‘head’ in-the-Farm…
“Where is Charlie?
Daniel who was-Always ‘quiet,’ and-Let Kirk TO-DO the-Talking à panicked-and-Peed his-Pant, when the OG’s gun WAS Pointed at his face. The terrified stoner Confessed-THE TRUTH…
“… eee-Hee is Dead… when we Freed-the-Mo-Monkeys, Sir ~ Kirk Didn’t Kill Ho-Horse, but a Go-Gorilla ‘did’ when He entered its-Cage! We-we Had to... bur-Burn the rest-Of-Horse… Cha-Charlie’s body, Sir à we-th…then Buried his Head Here in-in the Farm, to-To ‘avoid’ the Police Identifying the-Body…”
“You Should-Have Come to me when That-Dumb son-Of Mine ‘died’ à Now, someone ‘else’ Knows-It… He ‘had’ calling-Me This-Bl**** Morning saying the-Fool by-Bl****-Name, CHARLIE ROSS JR à Soon, the police Would-Know in their Investigations à and I would Go-To Bl**** Prison ‘again’ for that-Drongo. son-Of-mine’s Crimes… and, it’s All Bl**** because-Of you, Filthy-Mick-C***!”
In-anger the hefty gangster Pistol-whipped Kirk – and the meth-head Fell on the ground, with Bleeding nose. Miggs instructed his #2 …
“Roddy, we Must ‘get’ Rid-Of-the Evidence!”
… Miggs Turned-menacing, and Barked at Danie’s Face…
“Where is the Bl**** Head Buried, piss-pants!? And, Don’t Lie to me Or-else-You’ll BE-pissing both Blood-&-Bullets à when this nozzle-&-barrel Blast-LEAD into Your-A**hole!”
“Noo-Sirr… Please Don’t Kill… mee ~ I’ll Take you to the Bu-buried Spot…” The stoner Pleaded for His-Life…
Daniel Led Chucky-Miggs, Roddy, Ah-Matt-the-Bodyguard and another-goon Out of the-Greenhouse Leaving the bleeding Kirk – groaning with a Broken-nose, with 2-Of the-remaining armed crew-Members guarding him inside…
Outside, 10-meters from the-Kennels, Daniel Led the men to an Open-area (intended for expansion of greenhouse’s ‘future-pipeline’ of-Lucrative Cannabis profits). The terrified stoner pointed at the spot…
“… eee-Here! We ‘buried’ Him-Here…”
“Dig!”
Roddy picked-Up a shovel from a tool-rack in the-open area à Tossed to Daniel… who-Then stepped-On the shovel-Blade to loosen the-Hard soil…
… just-As-When Everyone heard Police ‘sirens,’ à with 4 enforcers’ vehicles Approaching the-Farm…
“… it’s the 5-O, Chucky! They Must have ‘followed’ Us à What Do-we Do…!?” Roddy Asked the-Boss…
“We Bl**** Stand-&-Fight à I’m ‘not’ going to-Prison Again… for These 3-Idiots ‘mistake’ Of DYING In the-F***ing Zoo!” Was-the-Reponses…
… little Did They-All ‘know’ That Jigsaw-Peter Had-Later ALSO CALLED THE-POLICE à Ratting to Det Insp Johnson Of-the Location that Charlie-the-Horse’s Head was buried, at the dog-farm.
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IT WAS THE GOLDEN HOUR OF-SUNSET, baking on the Rooftop. Paul assessed the-Adversaries ~ Which Were ‘not’ monsters-&-demons à but Military Grade-Technology…
… 5-Oval shaped-drones (they were-All Black) ~ twice the size Of-a-Rugby-ball, And, 3-were fitted with mini-Machine guns while, the-Other 2 with-Single-missiles, hanging in the-Bellies Of-the Flying Combat-artilleries...
The terrified-Obese teen Thought…
‘… I Must-BE fast… Or-else I’m Dead-Meat…’
Grabbing 2 of-his jackets, the-Boy was helter-skelter as he scrambled frightened when 3-Gunner drones Attacked first. Fist-sized holes were shot on the floor-Surface ~ chunks of cement chipped-Out, and cloud-Of-dust transpired… Paul was Near-hit…
He Leapt-Off the 5-storied Insurance-building… as he was ‘about-To’ splat-&-squash in the-Pavement ~ he was surprised at a Black-drone Up-Close whizzing-By-him, In-his Reflex-Acton, his-arms went-Up To-protect his face from being-Hit ~ but in ‘his’ Deus Ex-Machina-Good Luck à the jackets He held were-Caught taut By-the black Rugby-drone’s gun-Throttle…
… the blinded-machine spun Around – helicoptering the Big-boy… who-Still held-On to the tangled jackets… and dragged along-Below to the outer Wall-Of 3rd-Floor WHEN the rotating-Drone crashed hard-&-malfunctioned à as it Further-hit the pavement…
… it some-How ‘Broke’ Paul’s-Fall to his-Death… but He-was Thrown-Away by the momentum of the Killer mobile-machine crashing 15-metres-Away ~ while Paul fell-&-skidded on his-back … and his-butts was hurt, and Nana’s sweater had a ripped sleeve…
He groaned a bit to the sweet-pain, while in a belly-Up position on the-ground ~ he was glad TO-BE ‘alive’ from the Nakatomi-esque fall – then-Looking at the ‘destroyed’ drone in-sparks, he celebrated…
“Yippie-Kaiyeaa, Mother-F*****!”
… he was ’amazed’ in his-Clumsy-Mode à he Had destroyed a Drone… But there were 4 ‘More’ Circling-in the air Above… Paul Got-Up à Levitating on his Dangling crippled feet Like-a-Cobra à he was NOW Courageous…
“Let’s Play-Ball, Mongoose!”
2 drones with Machine-guns were Drawn-to him, when he began-To Fly to-evade the bullets, That-was glowing-in-lines of-Orange trailing Behind his dangling legs. He couldn’t-Find an ‘opportunity’ to strike-Back with his-Electro-blasts…
…neither Could He FLAME-ON into Gemini-Blue à as he was Mentally-tired…
But he was ALERT in the-Fight-or-Flight Mode à ‘noticed’ the 2-Of the Missile-Drones Were hovered Above-the Grahams-&-Sons’ building – Until one ‘Joined’ the-2 Machine-AI gunners, ‘when’ It-too pursued after-him…
Machine-guns Shots blazed as he manoeuvred in the-Air… with his flaccid-&-limp Legs (getting ‘almost’ in the Line-Of-fire). Paul was Finding a-Place for-Cover…
… he didn’t want TO BE-Like the Vietnam-War-Hero character, with Both-Legs ‘amputated’ in the-Forrest Gump movie… Paul Wanted TO-KEEP his ‘useless-Lame’ Legs Intact…
He was Disorientated Too with the 3 ‘moving’ Flying-Objects pursuing him. He ‘had-To’ keep his- Mental strength to Stay-buoyance-&-Balance to-Fly, While-Also, to ‘keep-safe ’of his-Lifeless Crippled-Legs from being blown-Off by the Gunner-Drones…
He Looked-below at Clocktower ‘with’ Metal-roof – the ‘only’ Option TO Hide-under. Paul flew and concealed Himself-under the crown-Of-the steel Rooftop…
The-Hovering rugby-shaped-Gunners Blasted Lead-into the Metal-roof. Below was the petrified-teen hanging-Onto-the pounding structure… he Lost his balance, and hung-On, with his opulent body-To the watch-Face of-the-Clocktower…
… his Life ‘flashed’ at that-Moment ‘before’ him à of-an ‘event’ when he was 7-or-8 with Solomon…. Watching his-Dad’s favourite 20s Silent-Film Comedy Of-Harold Lloyds à where in the B-&-W flick à the stuntman/actor ‘Hilariously hung’ Similar onto a-Clocktower…
‘… I Don’t-want my Tombstone to-Read… HERE LIES… a-Fat-Supe Joke who Died-Failing-to ‘execute’ Harold-Lloyd’s Clocktower-esque stunt…’
The 2-Gunners were Backed-Up by the Single-missile Drone à The Missile-Hit shattered the-Roof apart à Paul wasn’t Hurt as he was hurled-Away by the-Impact of the Explosion. Regaining his-Composure, Paul was ‘again’ in Fight-or-Flight mode ~ with no-Where to Hide…
He was still holding on a partial blown-Off roof à it was a 20-kilo heavy-metal Beam… attached to a-metre Of-the ripped-Off Portion steel-roof à when the 2 drones machine-gunned Towards him à and, Paul USED The metal-roof AS-A-Captain America-esque Shield ~ as He Then-Charged Towards the 2-Firing Black-Drones…
… upon-Contact-point, his-Shield was in Stormbreaker-esque Mode-when In-Close-Range à chopped-&-swatted at the AI-machines like-Thor, with damaged Drones ‘falling-Off’ the skies… to Crash-&-Burn below…
… Paul Did his-Counts…
‘… 3-Down ~ 2-To Go…’
Paul ‘noticed’ that Both-Of the-drones à Only-one carried a single missile in-its rocket-Launcher-arm… And-since, One-Of the rugby-Drone Had ‘already’ Shot its missile to Blow-Up the roof-of the-Clocktower… it relied on-the other Drone to Seek-&-Destroy the-moving Target…
Paul circled ‘around’ the-2 hovering mid-Air stationary drones – with missile-Armed drone’s sensors ‘was’ Trying-to Calibrated the moving target. The cautions teen Doesn’t want TO-BE in Close-Range as the Direct-Hit – That-would Blow-Him-Up to-smithereens…
… And, it would Rain Tomato-Ketchup ~ all-Over Timex-Square…
Heaving a 20-Kilo shield, Paul had ‘no’ Where-to-Hide,’ while the-Drone’s sensor was Rectified to Shoot-its Single missile…
‘… somebody is ‘controlling’ It-From somewhere…’
From his bird’s eye-View ~The Streets were Dead-empty with several stationary cars scattered in the block à with no-human Activities to ‘respond’ to the On-going Loud-machine guns and blowing-Off the Clocktower’s roof …
‘… where the f*** is Everyone…!?’
The floating Unarmed Rugby-Drone pursued him circling Above ~ it acted as a-Kamikaze craft, that ‘intended’ to Crash-&-Injure Paul…. ‘probably’ Kill Him-Too à as the drone-Itself was a Self-Destruction Bomb, that Explodes on-Contact Hit (… but Paul Doesn’t Know-That) …
In mid-Air, in-Flight, he did some clumsy-Moves Of-maladroit summersaults-Flops… ‘until’ he was Gassed-out in exhaustion. Finally-Cornered, he Defended himself – to stop flying and-Confront the-Enemy, as he Levitated-his-Stance ~ to ‘engage’ In-a Face-to-Face Combat…
The rugby-Drone charged at him Like a Black-Pitbull ~ Paul was Ready to-Swat it Like a-CRICKET BALL (which the smart-Al’s drone the target’s ‘Response’ Should-BE ~ as ‘predicted’ by-Its algorithm) …
The moment Paul Swung-&-Hit it Like-Thor à the Drone EXPLODED à Paul was Thrown-Back off-guard in Mid-air. Multiple shrapnel pierced the metal-shield in the Fireball (… ‘meant’ for-Paul) … the heat of holding the-Hot metal-frame had Scalded his palms-Too – that he dropped it…
Defenceless, The Big-sized supe Saw the other-Drone with the Missile à ‘had-Targeted the-Strike as it shot the single-Warhead. The terrified-Paul was a sitting-fat-duck. He Cried in fear à while shell Advanced to-Eliminate Him…
“AAARRRRRGGHHHH!!!”
… which Triggered his Banshee-Scream supe-Ability à the Supersonic Vocals Destructed the missile-Bomb that exploded without Hitting him. For a few-seconds, He was bamboozled that he had ‘such’ a-Powerful-&-Underutilized Power That he ‘hardly’ Used (cos’ Of-noise Pollution-&-Sore throat) …
Next, Paul Destroyed the Last-rugby drone By Screaming at it…
“NOOOOOO, YOUUU-DOOOON’TTTT!!!”
The Final-drone too-Exploded in the supersonic Ear-splitting Shriek … sending close-Distance Heat-wave from 50-metres-Away ~ where the-13-year-Old shielded his face, with his arms-Up. He was totally-Exhausted after defeating a-Black-Op Army-air fleet-Of American-made UAS-model drones.
Paul was covered with soot all-Over ~ his face was blackened by the mixture-Of gunpowder-&-charcoal… his Nana’s Scooby-Doo Sweater-Too was tattered-&-filthy. He Then-felt Lightheaded and was-blacking-Out ~the stage, TO-BE Dropping-Dead below On-the pavement, if he lost-his mental-Balance to fly-&-float. He forced himself to Land on-the rooftop of the Grahams Insurance-Building…
… he panted as he clung-onto concrete ledge-Barricade… he was ‘worried’ about his-sweater in case the-Housekeeper ‘saw’ him-Later in a lampblacken-State… he Then-wanted to know the-Time… he took out the-iPhone from his-Pants’ pocket ~ and, he Can barely hold-It with both his palms scalded-&-blistered by the Hot-shield of the clocktower’s roof, During the-Battle Just-now…
… 6:11 PM ~ he had Time to go-BACK for dinnertime…
… In-all Of-his-Previous ‘missions’ à he fought monsters-&-demons in the Dreamworld NOT IN-THE Real-world (in Broad daylight) à Like-NOW, fighting Technological war-drones in POST-TREETON ~ (… although, in the-OTHER-PERTH’s mission ~ during the Perth-Great-Fires à he fought Real-Time with Ammut-&-Ammit… Asmodeus’ Sumerian-allies That-Supernaturally ‘crossed-Dimensions’ To-Bring Natural Disasters in-Perth) …
He Soon-realised that he-was Bleeding ~ a Small-shrapnel had pierced his Left-leg, and his sweatpants was covered in-Blood… he Can’t feel-the-pain cos’ his Legs were paralysed as a quadriplegic…
‘…oh-s****! How am I to-Explain-This Later…!?’
Feeling woozy he sat-Down, and realised WOULD Haemorrhage-to-Death, if he Didn’t ‘stop’ the blood-Loss. Paul had Learned about First-Aid in school à he knew how TO-TIE a-Torniquet. But He was wearing sweatpants with NO-BELT, so Paul ripped-Off his sweater Long-sleeves and tied it above his injured gimp-Leg… and got a stick to twist the-knot-Tight, to cut-the Blood-Flow…
‘… I’m ‘not’ Blessed with-Easy in this-Bad Luck Realm…’
As he grunted ~ His phone vibrated on the Floor… he saw a GPS-Ping with TIMEX-SQUARE Street-map on his iPhone screen, before it Turn-to-black. Then he heard sounds of vehicles, in the streets Below. Paul Levitated back-on his-Feet and overlooked at a-VW Tiguan and a superbike speeding-Away from the crime-scene…
‘… the-B****-&-her Accomplice are Escaping ~ They Got Something Of-mine…’
The Big-sized teen Jumped-Off the building --> to Pursue the 2-fleeing Women…
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He flew-Over the speeding Volkswagen… and he-Cursed ‘when’ Looking at the vehicle on the road-Below...
‘… they’ve ‘SOMEHOW’ PLANTED a-Divisive App Of-a f***ing GPS-Tracker on my-Phone à and, have ‘Been’ Monitoring my every-Movement all the-While…’
The red-Mohawk-haired, Renee Osborn ‘Led’ their escape à as she sped-On the Superbike. Paul was ‘not’ interested in her àbut he ‘Begrudged’ the-reporter, Lana Lane ~ who was a-Threat to him (and-Jane…) à in the conspiracy of digging-Up Into their ‘Supe-Identity’…
… the angered Big-sized teen flung his-corrupted iPhone from Above-Like a cricket-Ball that smashed the VW’s windshield. In the vehicle’s cabin ~ the shocked Lana Lost-control of the car, and Crashed on a Lamppost…
Paul descended on the road and saw the fleeing bike 50-meters away à his jawdropped to see over 80-Perthian zombies that sprung-Out from their hiding TO ATTACK the-American super- agent…
… her Dodge-Tomahawk ‘crashed’ into them – as they barricaded her path-with trapping her-In. The woman in the Black Leather-jacket, with the patch-stitch Of-Obrobotus Snake à was tossed in the air by the horde. They ripped-Off her clothes… the Klothod ~ Daughters-Of-the-Underworld t-shirt Was shredded next…
Paul was amazed to see the semi-naked Screaming Renee wearing Only-a thong, and nothing-Else à but her arms-&-feet were metallic-silver…
‘...Whoa… she’s a cyborg too… Like the-devil…’
The woman gave a-Good Fight… as she stood her-Ground to give several round kicks to the vile pack – and with her metal-fists, she punched her-Way thru’ ~ smashing the brains-Out Of-Undead skulls… as the Bionic-woman Killing more than-10 zombies…
… before the rest-Of the surrounding horde ‘pinned’ her-Down In-numbers. Renee screamed to-her-Death when the-Flock ‘feasted’ On-the non-metal part-Of her-body…
Paul saw 20+ of the Perthian-Undead running Towards him. He backed to the crashed VW à his fingers were flicking out-Electro Shock bolts for head-shots to KO-them Unconscious … ‘not’ to Kill-them ~ and feel guilty-Later (…as he was didn’t want their-Blood in his-Hands) …
In the car, The unconscious, Lana was bleeding-in the head ~ resting On-the steering wheel… Paul opened the driver-Seat door… and multitasked in fighting-Zombies-&-Searching for the reporter’s iPhone. He FOUND-IT in her breast-pocket (… that contained Evidence from the-Walkers’ CCTV footage, that Of-Paul’s Levitation abilities) …
He Got-What he ‘wanted’ – and hesitated to-Leave…
‘… should-I Leave her TO-BE Zombie-Evening Chow…!??”
… he Could DO-SO… but The-survivor’s Guilt would ‘bug’ his-Conscious Later, in his Protector-Of-Perth’s Role, in the-city…
The Big-Boy ‘bit’ the cellphone in his-Teeth ~ and hooked the-Fainted reporter’s armpits with his arms, and dragged her Out off-the VW. Over 15-Undead were 3-meters ‘close,’ when Paul Took-flight, ‘heaving’ Lana-Along…
2-Zombies Lunged and grabbed both-Of the woman’s legs in-Mid-air. Paul saw the Clingers were ‘about-To’ sink their Teeth-into Lane’s Calves Of-her-jeans. The obese teen DID-A Helicopter manoeuvre Spins To-Avoid-&-Avert their-Bites On-Lana…
… IT WORKED à as the Undead were Flung-over as they crashed on-their Undead-counterparts, who-Too were jumping to Grab their flying Food-source. In mid-air, Paul stopped the-Spinning --> it made him giddy-&-woozy à he focused-On his-equilibrium Balance and-Managed TO-FLY to his ‘safe’ vantage-Point, on-Top of the 5-Storied Grahams Insurance Building…
He dropped the woman of the floor, that was damaged with fist-sized Holes-from the machine-gun drones Earlier. Still biting-On the phone, he Looked out Below to-Detect if the zombies Had-Followed Over-on-foot… and Paul was glad they-Weren’t à seeing them Running back-To-join the Main-Herd à for Leftovers Of-the dead-American…
The woman stirred in pain-Of-her head concussion ~ seeing the back of the big-sized boy Looking-over the ledge, facing the streets below… moaning, Lana began to-Speak…
“… where Am I…? Where is… Renee…? You… what you’ve ‘done’ TO-HER…?”
She saw Paul Looking at-her… biting-On her-iPhone… Like a-dog To-a bone…
“… that’s My-phone ~ give-It To-me… and, where is-Renee…?”
“… ooo… that bionic-Woman, yes…? à … Too-Bad, she’s Gone-&-Left you Behind…”
… Paul Didn’t mention that she was mauled-&-Eaten Alive by the-horde…And- now-That he knew the reporter’s counterpart’s name ~ he continued his-Questioning…
“Who is ‘this’ Renee? Speak! How-many of-you-People Know ‘about’ my-Supe Secret, Hah!?”
The Injured-woman stood-Up wobbly… she chuckled at the ‘minor,’ who-Was Intimidating her…
“… hehehe… I Won’t tell you à NOW GIVE-ME BACK My-Phone!”
… The annoyed-Lana Demanded as she Advanced…
… Paul shot his Electro-Bolts on the-Floor to hinder the 20-Something Year-Old woman moving forward – she screamed in-Fear, and backed-Away… and, ‘played’ the-Victim…
“HELP! HELP! Call-the-Police! I’ve Been Abducted!”
“Nobody is coming, Fool ~ you picked-Time Square, Of-All-places… it’s Forgotten place of-Isolation… unless Van-Damme comes-Out from the-poster to ‘rescue’ you…”
“HELP! HELP!” Lana Screamed to the-Streets, from On-Top of the building…
Paul Lost his-patience…
“God-d***-It! I just Rescued-You from those-Zombies à you’re Now Alive Is-Cos’ Of me ~ Level-With me à Answer-now ~ Who-Else Knows that I’m a-Supe?”
“What-Zombies? You Didn’t ‘rescue-Me…!? What!? Do You WANT ANOTHER Mayor’s Hero’s Award… is-that-IT? Now give-Me Back my-Phone…!!!”
Paul sighed to The-Fact, that the-Woman was Unconscious ‘when’ he pulled-her out from the wrecked VW… to Save Her-Life from the horde that ‘killed’ her-Counterpart. It was NO-POINT of interrogating her, ‘knowing’ she Wouldn’t Cooperate… he-Then Switched-On her iPhone to ‘know’ the-Time à it was 6:29 PM (… Paul Could make it home ‘before’ 7) …
But He still had so-Much to ‘say’ To-her…
“… yeaa, I was Listening to-Your podcast ~ and you’ve GOT NOTHING Significant On-me. In that-Zoo-vid… Nobody ‘believes’ you that I Brought that 40-year-Old-rhino Down…
“… you-Can Go ‘join’ the dime-a-dozen of Other Conspiracy-theory-Loonies Out-There and talk about the Min-Min Lights, Toodyay-Tiger, the-Bunyips… that Local-Bigfoot, what’s it called ~ yea, the Yowie… yeah talk-about them, Till the roost-Comes home, I don’t Care ~ you Got Nothing On-Me…”
“Yes, I’ Have’ the-Proof! Give-Me Back my-Phone…!” Lana replied…
“… huh… what phone…?”
“NOOOO!”
Lana saw her plastic-phone melting in Paul’s hand ~ as he disintegrate-It with Electro-heat emitted from his palm. He dropped the molten device on the floor, with the Lithium-battery popping-Aloud like-a firecracker… the frightened woman screamed…
She was Crying…
“… my-phone…”
Paul chuckled…
“… too-bad, Lana-the-Conspiracy Reporter ~ I’m Going Home soon – and, By-the-way… it is Sunday-Tomorrow, and you BE-HERE All-Alone on-this Roof with ‘no’ access Down, as the-Exits are all-sealed-Up… anyways… for-sake-Of-Insurance, it’s dangerous-Too Down there, with-Zombies up-&-about… probably, the Army Had-neglected the sleepy Time Square all-Together Too, haha…
“Thanks, for Choosing This-Lonesome Place for Our-Meet…
“… but no-worries…By-Monday, somebody would ‘come,’ and rescue your-Busybody-A**…”
“You Can’t Leave Me-Here…I’ll Die…” She-pretested…
“… don’t BE a Drama-Queen, Lana ~ you’re Tough-&-Persistent ‘when’ you Came-after me, yea? You’ll survive tomorrow’s heatwave ~ stay-In the shades… and hydrate by-Drinking your Own-sweat, and, I care Less…Hooroo-&-Cheerio, B****à you All ‘tried’ io KILL Me, yes? Best-Of-Luck ‘next’ Time…!”
… Paul said ‘while’ tightening the-knot-Of his torniquet on his-Injured Leg, before he-Lifted-off to Fly-home… with the woman yelling after-Him…
“COME BACK HERE – you Can’t leave me-Alone…!?”
She cried when he saw the-Supe Going-Far ~ gliding over the shorter buildings in the-Square. Feeling helpless-&-abandoned on the rooftop without her-iPhone ~ and her-American Counterpart ‘ditching’ her…
… unbeknownst, to her That Renee-Osbourne was-DEAD in the few-streets Ahead, as zombie-Menu…
Without the-phone, She Can’t reach her Boyfriend-too ~ Detective Sargent Edward-Blunt who was Called for ‘overtime’ that evening… when she Last ‘checked’ On-her phone. Furthermore, she did-Not TELL-HIM that she was on a Covert-Investigation with Osbourne, who HAD brought her UAS-drone Firepower to Kill Paul…
Stranded in Timex-Square, the miserable-Lana Looked at the sunset as it gradually ‘turned’ to-Dusk.
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MEANWHILE @THE-DOG FARM, Chucky-Miggs and 3-Of his-gang were watching Daniel Bennet digging in the-Open ground for Horse’s buried Head-&-Limbs. Then at 6:24 PM ~ Everyone heard police sirens at the entrance of the farm…
… Miggs ordered Roddy-&-another goon with machine-gun To-Engage ‘with’ the-Police… while he-&-his Bodyguard, Ah-Matt ~ Stayed back with Daniel. The eye-patched Gangster pointed his pistol at Daniel, yelling…
“Dig-Faster, you-Addict F***ing Fool! The police Are-HERE!”
“… Don’t-Shoot-ME, SIR! I’m DIGGING…”
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Inside the cannabis-Greenhouse, Kirk Kiperman sat-On the floor holding to his bleeding broken-Nose, ‘while’ 2-armed Goons ‘kept-An-eye’ on-Him. Then, everyone heard massive shootings Transpiring-Outside…
It was a-Ruckus of-Loud Noises of gun-battle-&-barking Dogs…
… one-Of the thugs went to-Investigate Leaving the-other TO-Guard on Kirk. The shootings ‘went-On’ awhile, and the goon who Went-Out didn’t return ~ the gangster guarding-Kirk Went-Over to-peek…
… it was a window-Of-opportunity for Kirk’s Escape ~ who-Got on his feet and dashed to the nearby dog-Kennels, with the goon pursuing-&-shooting At-him. There were over-40 cages of-rescue canines, that-Were Barking-even madder à Kirk ‘then’ Let the Killer Dogs-Out …
… those which Were Highly-Strung On-Cannabis à there were 8-of Them à and the-Largest, the Bullmastiff Mauled the goon who was trailing-&-threatening Kirk by shooting... As it bit the Face-off the-human à the rest-Of the pack-Of Rottweiler, Alaskan Malamute, Pitbull and a-British Bulldog were All-Draw To the hypnotic Sounds-Of-Blazing gunfights Outside…
Kirk Escape to his Living-barrack… a prefabricated modular panelled Econdex ‘air-Conditioned-house… an-Upgrade of-Living standard ‘since’ going Into the Illegal weed-growing Business…
… a far-cry from a Year-Ago, where He, Charlie-&-Daniel Had-Lived in hut In-the mosquito-infected Dog-Farm ~ Soon, when he Got-into business Bella-Wilford to ‘run’ the Canine Rescue-Home… which was a-Front à but with Illegal cannabis-farm, was ‘behind’ his-minor-Aged Business-partner’s Back…
Over-There, From-under his mattress he grabbed $35,000-Cash (of-His cannabis-profits made in that year) … and, stashed it into a-duffle bag that half-filled the-sack with the banknotes ~ the Meth-head searched for anything-Else Valuable in his-room to fill-Up the-sack…
… catching his-eyes Was-the ivory-Statue of-the 3-Headed Asmodeus That-was the Most-Valuable… and was-Also His Good-Fortune ‘charm’ Ever-since (… which he found-IT ‘during’ exploring Of-the underground-bunker of the Walker-House with Peter) …
… The meth-head was ‘steps’ A head-Too, in His-escape-Plan By releasing the Killer-Dogs ‘earlier’ à a-Diversion created… so-To reach his motorbike While In-middle-Of the Shootings battle between the police-&-gangsters…
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At the-Open area, Daniel was in hip-Deep hole-Of the shallow-grave – Frantically-shovelling dirt at gunpoint… Chucky-Miggs and his-bodyguard were Hurrying him, with Loud gun-battle ‘happening’ nearby…
… Daniel choked-&-vomited when he dug-Into the remains of Charlie-the-Horse…
“QUICK! Tossed them-Over!” Barked the eye-patched Gangster…
He picked the decomposed-hands and dropped it out… and, Daniel Was-Then crying when he held the severed cranium à that Was-maggot-Infected, Of-the partial skull-faced of his best-friend … tossing IT-to the deceased’s Father’s feet…
He saw the Aborigine, Ah-Matt stuffing the ‘decomposed-Hand’ in both-Of his Cargo-pants’ pockets ~ while Chucky-Miggs picked his Dead-Son’s Detached-Head, By-Charlie’s Long-hair. …
Daniel Looked in-Horror when Miggs pointed his-pistol at his head to-Execute-Him. He pleaded for his-Live… but the relentless-&-ruthless Father was to Pull-the-Triger à .when’ a Pitbull Leapt at that moment and attacked the Old-Gangster…
… it was a-FEMALE terrier Which-was named-Fluffy by Daniel ~ and-Was his favourite dog Among the-8 Killer-dogs. Ah Matt panicked when he faced with the-situation of his-Boss on the ground ~ ‘being’ mauled in-the-hand. The bodyguard was in-Fear to Shoot his-machine-gun that would Kill-Both dog-&-employer. Using the butt End-Of-his riffle, he struck Fluff’s massive jaw…
… for Daniel ~ it was a-Window Of-Opportunity to escape. Jumping-Out from the shallow-grave, he Ran-for his-Life. Fluffy Let-Go of the OG’s chewed-Up arm, and-IT lunged at the bodyguard, who was hitting-IT with his-Rifle. Ah-Matt then shot the ‘mad-dog,’ Fluffy dead…
The bodyguard Helping the injured Miggs on his-feet– they both went Over to their-car, which WAS bottlenecked to-a Corner by the-gun battle, with the-Police…
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Daniel ‘hid’ in his Econdex barrack room – the walls of the small antechamber was ‘decorated’ with Charlie’s ‘classic’ Western-movie Posters… that he took-Before the hut (…. Which was-Demolisher) ~ that he-Used To-bunk before with-Charlie, when his best-friend ‘was-Still’ Alive… 3-Months ago…
… there Were-Film posters-Of ‘A Man Called Horse’, ‘Hateful 8,’ and-Other John Huston’s ‘classic’ Western movies of the 50s…
The new-Addition on the wall was the Large religious-Hindu photo frame (Given by-Peter, ‘after’ their Failed ‘treasure-hunt’ Expedition, In-the Underground-bunker Beneath the Walker-House). In the painted Photograph… Was the-elephant God, Ganesh ‘riding-On’ a bull-Sized Rat Like-a-Cowboy…
The stoner was Talking to the old-Cowboy POSTER, of ‘The Man Called Horse) …
“… Charlie, I’m Coming to-you… and-Finally, we’ll BE-Together, Horse…”
He Can’t Go to PRISON à where Chucky-Miggs’ Acquittances were There-too à and Would Kill him Soon… when he ‘got’ There…
Daniel Wanted to-Take-his Life-Out.
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There was intense firepower happening in the entrance-Of the Dog-Farm. The Police taskforce was Led by Det Insp Joseph-Johnson (based on-An-Anonymous TIP given by Someone, in the voice guise of Jigsaw) …
… Det Johnson in the Shootout Was backed by Sargent-Det Edward Blunt – with 6 Other Uniformed policemen à feat. Corporal Frank Smithy’s presence…
… who-Was in all-Of-the Perth ‘universes’ à that The-Cursed-Trio ‘Gone-TO’…
Despite the gangsters Have high-powered arsenal of-3-Machine guns – the police gunned-Down a-goon Dead… with a Uniform-cop was ‘injured,’ on-the Good-side…
A PACK Of-High-on Cannabis-fed KILLER-DOGS were Charging at them à the 7-Vicious mouth-foaming hounds had Their-Fangs in both the gangsters-&-police à ‘which’ INTRUPTING the-gun-Battle…
Chucky Miggs-was Attacked first à while he was-Brought-down by an-Avenging Pitbull-mate (… which, Ah-Matt Shot-the FEMALE Earlier) – the eyepatched, Old-Gangster died holding onto the haired-cranium, skull-faced Of-His-Son, Charlie-Ross Jr à while Old-man’s Own throat-was Ripped-off by the-MALE Pitbull…
Det Johnson saw a Motorcycle riding into the woods ~ a shortcut to avoid the roads. But the detective had-Deadly Immediate-Imminent danger to respond with the dog Attacks on his-Line – a Bulldog-&-Malamute were Attacking the 5 uniformed-Officers…
Johnson, Blunt and Corporal-Smithy shot Both the canines dead à it was an Advantage-Too to the Good-Police’s Side ~ Knowing the rest-Of Blood-crazy Hounds were Attacking Bad-Gangsters…
On the Other-Side, 5 Highly-strung Dogs rampaged the Scandinavian Mobsters ~ in their panic-Responses, the machine-Guns ‘that’ the goons-Carried were Useless à While the Hounds went Full-Jugular at their throats…
The Police Let the-Dogs TO-DO their-Fighting-&-Killing… before Going-Over à and culling the deadly-Canines…
… the 10-Minute Gun-Battle was Over @the Dog-Farm.
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In the following-Police Search at the Dog-Farm à Corporal Frank-Smithy ‘found’ the-Stoner hung-on the-Ceiling with his-Belt à he was ‘not’ Dead (… despite Lack of-oxygen to the-Brain for 2-Minutes) …
… Smithy Cut-Down Daniel… Saving his-Life ~ and performed CRP to the comatose youth…
Det Johnson retrieved Daniel’s cellphone from his-Pocket…
… Acting On JIGSAW’s Tipoff à he was searching for ‘any-Evidence’ @the-Night ‘when’ the H-8’s presence @the South Perth Zoo, 3-months-Ago…
… Fortunately, there was a-Brief 4 Second Of-video Selfie of Charlie, Daniel-&-Kirk on-the Date-stamp (… before the-TRIO ‘jumped’ the-Wall à To ‘free’ the-Monkeys That-Night) …
Johnson ‘found’ an-Abnormality in the ending-Of-the Video à that the Video’s panning ‘included’ IMAGES Of ‘other’ Suspects Present That-Night ~ ‘outside’ the Zoo’s high-Walls…
He paused-&-zoomed into the picture à to ‘identify’ the minors PETER-&-BELLA, who ‘were’ in the Background, beside a Ducati-superbike…
He showed it-TO Detective-Blunt saying…
“… isn’t THAT the boy… Thunderbolt Pete-and his girlfriend…? What WERE They ‘doing’ at the-Zoo, that-Night?”
He then Sent the video-TO CTU’s Agent JOE-Dickson à for him TO-GO Over to the Walker-House… to ‘question’ the youngsters…
… he Also-Cautioned Dickson à that Peter was the-Son of a-Perth Metro-Inspector… and TO-BE cautionary In-probing the-Suspects-who Were-Both MINORS…
Johnson gave the-phone to Det Edward-Blunt ~ TO-BAG it As-Evidence… the-senior Old-Detective went outside ~ to Assess-the Damage-Report…
… Det Sgt Edward-Blunt à Who-was a-Secret Member-Of the Moloch-cabal … he sent the-video to the Grand-Wizard, Jared Wilford à informing that his-Niece-&-Boyfriend ‘were’ persons-Of-interest, As suspects in the Zoo’s Criminal investigation.
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The Fatality-Report @the Dog-Farm Were-As Follows:
* 6 Dead Gangsters
* 8 Dead Killer Dogs
à with the Gruesome Discovery of the Hillside-Zoo’s Headless corpse’s remains à where the Head-&-Palms of deceased, (Charles-Ross Jr) were FOUND in the-Crime Site à thus, CLOSING The-Case
The Damage-Report Were-As Follows:
* 1 cop was injured in the gun-battle with flesh-Wound
* 2 cops were injured with Dog-Bites
Suspect(s) Animal-Activists Apprehended Were-As Follows:
* 1 in Coma (Daniel Bennet)
* 1 at-Large (Kirk Kiperman) à an APB-Alert was ‘sent’ to capture-Him