Monday, 27 July 2015

An Unwelcome Present Part THREE - An Excerpt From The Cirrus Project

Mr Peterson was a worried man. Not something he was used to - he paid other people to worry on his behalf. No one had heard from Terry Rae since he left for his assignment to "lift" some plans from the headquarters of Dr Malus. Each time Terry would ring soon after his task was completed but this time nothing. He had always been on the button with his execution of orders from Mr Peterson and would report in within hours of completing the job.

A week rolled by and still nothing. Thursday night he attended his daughters end of term school play. The minders sat in the car with one stood in the wings watching his bosses back. His daughter was playing 3rd bunny in the back row near the enlarged rabbit hole set. As usual there was a collection plate going round taking donations for a local charity where the public school was set. He smiled at the hypocrisy of it - it was £12,000 a term to send a child there but the local children who's parents weren't rich enough were excluded for applying for a scholarship unless they lived 15 miles from the catchment area yet the donations went to secondary modern to help pay for their books and excursions...

As he sat there with the irony of the collection plate heading towards him, a taller bunny suddenly stood in front of him and handed him a box then hopped away. As he sat there grinning a smaller bunny thrust the plate under his nose and cheekily said "Hello Mr Peterson! How's tricks?" - he instantly recognised the voice as belonging to Tim White one of his daughters main friends she had known she primary school. "Sure no problem Timmy". He reached into his pocket and placed a £20 note on the silver tray. The bunny bowed and hopped onto the next benefactor.

He looked at the box properly for the first time noticing it had his name on it. His fingers felt sticky for some strange reason; as he turned the box over he noticed they were damp due a reddish stain on one side. He instinctively held his fingers to his nose; it was the unmistakable aroma of dried blood...

He spun round quickly signalling his minder over. "Did you see who handed me this box?" he hissed in his ear. The man immediately looked worried and replied that he had just been to the toilet and had missed the interaction between man and bunny. He cursed the man under his breath realising the delivery man would now be long gone and he was helpless to get out of seeing the rest of the play as it was about to start again. The box was handed to the minder and he was given orders to take it to Mr Peterson's experts to find out what was inside and more importantly who had taken the time and considerable expertise in delivering it - that worried Mr Peterson further...

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