Andrew Dav

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Julius after Wilson had told them about the kitten. Unless it
speaks?
No, don t worry about that!
Banks drove out of the city and increased speed as they hit
the freeway.
Now, began Wilson after checking his pocket watch. It s
ten past three in the afternoon and that train arrives in Denver at
midnight. We ll need to break a few records to beat it there but I
intend to do the honourable thing and cheat.
How? asked Benjamin.
We shall hold the train up in a range of cunning and
innovative ways.
The train was delayed at it s first station so that Wilson was
able to nip ahead and tie a most unimpressed cow to the tracks
only a couple of miles outside the station. As he leapt back in the
car and it bombed away, the train would reach the spot and spend
twenty minutes stationary as the guards untied the cow and did
their best to persuade it to get out of the way.
What about leaves on the line? asked Benjamin. That
always holds up trains!
Only in Britain I m afraid. Countries with normal, modern
train services aren t hampered by such problems. Next I plan to
damage the line so that they are forced to go slowly.
An hour later they pulled over in a little town you probably
don t care about and Wilson marched down the street towards a
hardware store. As he was deciding which blow torch to purchase
the others sat in the car on the kerb.
Satan is nearly level with us, frowned Julius after checking
on the Satan tracer . Wilson better get a move on with his
sabotage!
He ll get it done! declared Benjamin and Banks in unison.
I m not having a go at Wilson, shrugged Julius. I have
always had the deepest respect for him but he did fuck up by
letting that damn Chicken tag along!
At that moment several figures emerged from a hall across
the road all dressed in Klu Klux Klan outfits. As if possessing a
radar they all turned to the car and approached it.
Oh bollocks! cried Julius. Benjamin? Why d you have to
be black?
Don t you worry, Banks started up the engine so that the
car shot forwards and took out two of the racists who were sent
flying to the sidewalk.
The others all chased as Banks screeched to a halt outside
the hardware store. He got out and raced inside where Wilson was
still deliberating.
We have trouble! Banks pointed outside where a dozen Klu
Klux Klan members were rocking the car up and down.
I ll buy that one! Wilson pointed to the largest blow torch
in the shop.
As the Klu Klux Klan were about to smash the windows of
the car, Wilson emerged from the store with the blow torch firing
on all cylinders. With the tank on his back and the torch in his
hand, he swaggered up to the cone heads.
Move on! one of them shouted. This ain t none of your
business!
This is more than my business, Wilson set the flame onto
incinerate and marched imperiously forwards setting fire to their
gowns and silly head gear.
The majority of them went screaming across the street but
the more militant ones went on the offensive. A huge punch up
ensued as Benjamin and Julius sprang from the car and took to
battle. Benjamin, a man not used to violence, punched one straight
on the nose so that the blood showed through the white cloth.
Julius kick boxed two at a time while Banks used head butts and
expert fist fighting to overcome the enemy. Wilson went after those
on the run. They ran into the hall which Wilson immediately
torched so that it began burning down. Returning to the brawl, he
fought it out with a particularly large member of the KKK.
Wilson tried setting him alight but ran out of gas. Throwing
off the blow torch, he tried flying kicks which stunned his foe. A
few upper cuts and he had been doubled over. As he was on his
knees on the tarmac, Wilson whipped off his cone.
General MacArthur! gasped Wilson.
I ll have you imprisoned for this you limy son of a bitch!
He might well have but instead Wilson knocked him
unconscious. The other white supremacists all limped away having
taken a mighty beating. Banks produced his revolver to shoot a few
dead as Wilson hared back into the hardware store. He emerged
moments later and placed masking tape over General MacArthur s
mouth and ears. He tied up his hands and feet with rope and, with
Benjamin s help, General MacArthur was shoved in the boot of the
car and they got going once again.
He s gaining on us! cried Julius having consulted the Satan
tracer . He must only be a few miles away now.
Banks pulled the car by a forest for Wilson and him to leap
out, take the body of General MacArthur from the boot and carry
him through the forest towards the rail tracks. He came to just as
they laid him across the tracks and began tying him to them.
His muffled screams and bulging eyes annoyed his
kidnappers so that they shoved the white head gear back on him
and walked off.
As they sped off towards Colorado, the train came to another
stop. The two black train drivers considered what laid before them.
What do you reckon?
Could be a prank.
But one of the brothers might be getting in some revenge!
Yeah, fuck him!
The train sped up. All eight carriages felt quite a bump as
they headed towards the tunnel. Satan, travelling first class, just
swigged on his champagne and stroked his kitten.
He s not been delayed for very long, said Julius as he saw
that the red dot was proceeding after a short pause. That train
must have got going!
Already? Wilson began thinking of another way of holding
it up.
Explosives on the tracks? suggested Julius.
I want to delay them, not completely stop them, replied
Wilson.
Why don t we just get on it? asked Benjamin. If we get
on at the next station we ll be alright.
The next station is Colorado, replied Julius. We are going
to get overtaken soon so they ll be long gone by the time we reach
there.
I see, Banks turned off the freeway.
A little while later they were standing on a bridge under
which ran the railway tracks.
It can only be minutes away, announced Julius holding the
Satan tracer in front of him.
Are you sure this is a good idea? Benjamin stared down at
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