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OVER THE SILVER SKY TO THE WORLD OF NEVER : Part 343 - Do You Think They Have Christmas Here? by spunkpuppet

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OVER THE SILVER SKY TO THE WORLD OF NEVER : Part 343 - Do You Think They Have Christmas Here?
People always ask me why and I always say, because yes. Which proves I'm always right. The argument is over. No need for further discussion there. You're a Nazi, racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic child molester if you disagree with me. Don't worry yourselves. I'm just practicing my argumenting skills there. I been at looking the circus of media called MSMTwitterFacebookLYINGBULLSHIT. That's me practicing my social media skills. I'm going to need them. I'm always right about everything, so I need to counter anyone who tries to use facts against my poorly formed opinions. My moral superiority is beyond question. If you question it, that makes you immoral. It also makes you a hater. So I am fully entitled to bully and threaten you, as well as bring down the wrath of all those who agree with my moral superiority over everyone else. There are millions of us morally superior ignoramuses you know. Not just the few thousand on social media sharing made up things and getting very angry about them. I'm entitled to get angry about the lies I believe because they feel correct to me. I am entitled to spread falsehoods and misrepresentations. I am entitled to criticize people's entitlement. I'm going to have to take a break now. It's exhausting being angry about everything. Hating all those people takes it out of you. The complete absence of a sense of humor can only get you so far. Being morally superior is really hard when you're a self centered asshole like I am. On a lighter note Greta Thunberg has been nominated PERSON OF THE YEAR by Time Magazine. That's one more thing she's got in common with Adolf Hitler. Does anyone know what happened to him after Time Magazine made the purely editorial decision to nominate him as PERSON OF THE YEAR? I expect he achieved many great things.
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Felicity cooked them something. It was actually food. It had that missing ingredient called flavor. She informed them Cheryl and her daughter would be moved very shortly. Somewhere safe she guaranteed. Where the scales would be lifted from her eyes. Its location a secret, even from Felicity. Before they'd finished the meal Felix came for them. A vote hadn't been necessary in the end. Even the dissenters had grudgingly had to approve accepting Lucy and Yolande among their number. As things stood cell after cell in the major cities had been compromised. This would be them striking back in the safest way possible.

Their movement had never been a proactive one. They'd only sought to escape the strictures of the state. Hoping to live unnoticed in freedom. Any violence only in self defense. This was a watershed moment in their history. Time for them to strike back. With the benefit of Jake and Scarlet being the ones who were doing the striking. Nothing linked them with the movement at this point. Their methods and the efficacy of their actions were completely new to the Commonwealth. No one had opposed them since the dark days before the coup which had brought them to power almost a century before. 

Half a dozen of the more daring members had volunteered to help. Jake would dismissed them out of hand. They'd only get in the way and end up being killed. Scarlet however had other ideas. The railway system was predominantly freight. The Grand Chancellor didn't like his family moving around much. It was much harder to keep tabs on them. The uninitiated might think the only way to cut a rail link was by blowing up tracks and bridges. In reality all you had to do, to create chaos, was to remove a few rails. A task which needed only simple tools. The volunteers could split up into two teams of 3. Head in different directions to cause a couple of derailments. Pull up a track then head home. No need to wait around to enjoy the spectacle. Move on fast. No timetable except to get it done as quickly as possible, as safely as possible.

Scarlet's plan for the rescue came about due to some bad luck, in one sense. Not a miscalculation. The body of Haines had been discovered a couple of hours after his death. A little while after they'd gone through that checkpoint. Now the authorities were confused, as well as angry. How many like Jake and Scarlet were there? They'd gone from thinking they were alone, to believing there more teams of infiltrators. Now they were of the opinion they couldn't take any chances. For some reason the two women they were holding were important to an outside agency. This could be a matter of national security. The Commonwealth was universally despised by other nations. For a regime that knew everything, not knowing was both confusing and enraging.

The prisoner transport had been redirected to another secret facility. There were a lot of those, hidden around the country. Their top inquisitor had been dispatched to meet with them there. Answers were required as quickly as possible. The saboteurs had set off already. Scarlet and Jake prepared themselves for their task.

"You look like shit, but for you that's an improvement." She joked pulling at his costume. "Once again I'm going to ask you not to go freestyle on this. Promise me you won't."
He saluted her stiffly.
"Yes mam. I promise not to go freestyle." There he paused. "Unless it's absolutely vital?" The plaintive note unmistakable."
"That goes without saying."
"I like hearing it from you."
"I know. So you can bring it up as an excuse later on. Angelique was only specific regarding us saving Lucy. Yolande may not be vital. I think we should make every effort to retrieve both of them. Agreed?"
"Agreed. You look wonderful, you know."
"Aw shucks. Yer just saying that." She grinned. "That's enough messing. Get into character."
"What's my motivation?"
"If you don't I'll bitch slap you from here to Christmas."
"Do you think they have Christmas here?"
"Somehow I doubt it."

It was another ugly gray building in an ugly grey country. A single story slab of concrete the size of half a football pitch. No windows. Even the few outbuildings shone in comparison. Surrounded by a high electrified fence and twenty foot walls. The Commonwealth wasn't ever going to use a foreign metric system. One wide road in and out. The only thing on that road being the unnamed facility. It had a number. Everything and everyone had a number. The Grand Chancellor was always number one. The staff car drew up at the outer gates, a sergeant stepped forth. Marching up to it as the drivers window descended. The man inside didn't even look at him as he flashed an ID. The Inquisitor General didn't have a locator chip. That would hamper him in his duties. His job being to ensure conformity in everyone. To root out dissent. To expunge any heresy. To remove the incompetent. It was he who secretly policed the secret police. His powers absolute, coming directly from the Chancellor. The sergeant wiped a nervous, sweaty palm on his tunic.

"With apologies General sir, this is a level 9 secure facility. I'm afraid I have to request your thumbprint, before allowing access sir. Sorry about that sir."
The Inquisitor plucked at the fingers of his thin black gloves.
"If you hadn't asked for it sergeant, you'd have been even sorrier. I can assure you of that. I've already had to discipline two men for failing in their duties today."
With a trembling hand the NCO held out the print scanner. It beeped calmly as the general pressed his digit to it. Using the same device the guard swept the car.
"The other occupants general sir?"
"My stenographer secretary and two special forces operatives. Major Galbraith and Lieutenant Forbes have been assigned to me for my protection." He inclined his hand to the woman sat beside him and the men in the rear, as he replaced the glove. "We live in dangerous times do we not."
 The gates were opened. The sergeant heaving a sigh of relief as the car moved through the outer gate. Standing to attention until it reached the inner steel portcullis. This clanked upwards allowing only enough headroom for the car to enter. It roared up to the main entrance to the building. A double door of normal size in a vast expanse of wall. The Inquisitor parked. One of the officers in the rear exiting as soon as it came to a halt. Opening the drivers door as he saluted. The secretary, left to fend for herself, opened her own. Clambering out as she pressed her spectacles to her face. She tottered round to stand at the general's side. He nodded to her curtly then strode to the door. The major joined them, drawing an annoyed look from him.
"Lieutenant Forbes will remain with the vehicle sir. To ensure its safety and yours. I've been ordered to accompany you at all times sir. We can't be sure the prisoners don't represent a danger to you."
The senior officer tutted dismissively.
"This is a secure facility. It has two platoons of guards numbering at least fifty men." He slapped the pistol at his waist and the shock stick for added emphasis. "I've interrogated far more dangerous threats than these two women major. Your presence will not be required. You will remain here. That is an order."
The major's hand flew crisply up to his temple.
"As you wish sir." The inquisitor moved to the door where two security cameras studied him before it opened. As he stepped through, the major appeared at his side, leaning in. "Permission to smoke sir."
He glared at the special forces man with annoyance.
"Permission denied." He answered coldly. "You will remain with my car until I return. Whenever that may be."
"Yes sir."
The uniformed armed men inside shared rueful grins. Happy someone else was the source of their visitors annoyance. Another scan and another thumbprint, after which the inner doors were opened. 

Inside two men in lab coats greeted him obsequiously. They'd had the captives moved up from the cells beneath. The stenographers heels clicked rapidly as she struggled to keep pace with her boss and his guides. Juggling her two pads as she took up the rear. Pale and anxious in his presence. Worse still she'd learned what this place actually did. The woman she'd replaced had ended up here, according to the general. Her performance had become unsatisfactory. Now her body was serving the state, by having medical experiments carried out on it. In the distance she was sure she heard a blood curdling scream. She cast a forlorn look at the only exit over her shoulder. Praying she'd be using it very soon.
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