Mr. Dove and the Pipes of Creation - Continued

[Livingston]

***retrieving the popcorn and popper, scheduling deliveries of more popcorn and oil, ensuring a suitable amount of various single malts are available*** Ok, I'm ready to continue reading!!

[davedove]

***retrieving the popcorn and popper, scheduling deliveries of more popcorn and oil, ensuring a suitable amount of various single malts are available*** Ok, I'm ready to continue reading!!

Don't forget your Kevlar!!

[Livingston]

NOT AGAIN!?!?!?!?!?!

Check the Will to ensure that NO single malt will be sent to Maryland and all gin supplies will be delivered to Jock Scot, move all necessary items to the shelter and ensure supplies will last the estimated time required, make sure that the new location is not recorded at XMTS, crawl in and LOCK THE DOOR!

[davedove]

Scene 64

Sitting behind the wheel of the delivery truck, I watched the gate to the Inquisition prison. Several church policemen were guarding it.

I reached down for the cell phone when it buzzed in my pocket. Flipping open the cover, I answered the call. “Yeah, Steven, what is it? We’re in position.”

Steven had been left behind to guard Cynthia’s body as her consciousness entered the Churchnet. “Sister Cynthia says she has planted the false information in the company’s dispatch and the truck has been diverted. The original trucks clearance codes have been transferred to your truck. You should be able to enter now.”

“Thank you, Steven.” I closed the phone and put it back in my pockets. “Is everyone ready? It’s show time.”

I started the truck and pulled into the street, steering so that I would circle the block before approaching the gate from another direction. As I pulled up to the gate, a guard held up his hand, indicating I should stop. Two other guards pointed their weapons at us.

When I was stopped, the guard walked up to my window. “What’s your business?”

I passed the electronic clipboard to him. “Delivery of canned goods; it’s all in the file there.”

The guard pulled out a scanner pistol and aimed it at the clipboard. Both the pistol and the clipboard lit up and the guard examined the screen on the back of the pistol.

The time seemed to drag and I began to worry, but the guard nodded and seemed to be satisfied. “Okay, you’re clear. When the gate opens, proceed through and wait at the second gate. When it opens, drive straight ahead to the loading dock.”

I took back the clipboard and placed it beside me. “Thanks.”

When the gate opened, I drove the truck into the area between the gates and stopped to wait. The first gate closed, followed by the second gate opening. When the second gate was opened, I drove the truck forward into the compound.

I took out the phone and waited for Steven to answer. “We’re inside; it worked.”


Cynthia pulled the phone from her bag and answered it. Steven’s voice came through. “They’re in, Sister; your plan worked.”

“Understood; I will remain in place until they make their exit; they may need help.”

She put the phone away and moved to the back of the room. There a small door with a large padlock was marked private. This was the Head Inquisitor’s private files.

For a few moments she stood in thought and then exhaled heavily. “God, please forgive me for what I must do to stop this evil man.”

She pulled the hacking key from her bag and opened the padlock, removing it from the door. Then, she pulled an identical padlock from the bag and put it in place of the first one on the door.

Nodding in determination, she moved back to assist Mr. Dove’s rescue attempt.

[ohiopiper]

And I somehow missed this thread for a whole month? !!

Hopefully this will continue so I can get some good reading in here. Ivanhoe went too quick. Actually, I did read it and enjoyed it. But I like this story better.

[davedove]

Scene 65

I gently lowered the unconscious body of the guard to the floor of the storage closet. After picking up his weapon, I locked the door behind me.

I turned to my two companions. “Can you do it?”

The Wrecker smiled evilly. “A distraction? How big of one do you need?”

I returned his smile. “Whatever you two can come up with.”

Mike looked over at Gerald. “I think we can manage something.”

Gerald smile was as big as Mike’s. “Yes, that will not be a problem.”

I shook my head. “Just don’t get caught, okay. Deena, can you do what I asked?”

The pixie hovered near me. “Of course, it’s just a simple illusion. I already told you I can’t duplicate the metal weapon, but the guard has generously provided one for us.”

“Good, let’s do it then.”

Deena made some gestures and I could feel her magic surrounding me. When she was done, I looked into a mirror. Looking back from the mirror was the face of the guard we had disabled.

I nodded in satisfaction. “Good, okay everyone, let’s get to it. I’ll see you on the outside.”

Deena followed close beside me as I started to enter the interior of the prison. Mike and Gerald moved off in the opposite direction to create their distraction.

[Livingston]

Heeee'sss baaaackkk!

<climbing back into the secure bunker and doublechecking all provisions and single malt supplies>