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Now, as a slight change in tradition, this DGGTH story actually goes with the comp word. Enjoy!
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“Euughhjk” said Dullan. Clutching the edges of his speeding makeshift vehicle, Dullan tried to force his kamikaze suicide bomb round.
“Fluuugh” Too late.
“Yes, Lipztik have done it again” murmured Mr. Heathcliff.
“What?” queried his aging female assistant, Ms. Queen.
“Snuck into the London Royal bank. ‘Did up’ all the guards”
“Did up?”
“Yes”
“I was asking what it meant”
“Oh”
Conversations between Mr. Heathcliff and Ms. Queen were usually like this. Boring, uncalled for and the listener gets nothing out of it.
Oh yes. Mr. Heathcliff was the head of MI6.
Dullan was dead. He knew it. He felt around, looking for the tell tale signs. Oh, yes, he had wings, feathery and smooth. He shoulders were bare and smooth, and slightly wet.
“Wet?”
He turned. He saw the owl he had recently thrown out the side car clawing at his shoulders. He also saw that he wasn’t dead. The hook (from the hook and key) had caught on the end of the train.
“We need someone to sort out Lipztik.” Mumbled Mr.H. His voice never really rose over a mumble.
“Well, duh. There terrorists.” Answered his “With the times” colleague.
“We need a man, a man stupid enough to go with the plan, but dull enough to not fall for their crude tactics”
“You offering to have sex?”
Mr. H coughed.
“Yes”
“Didn’t you fall…”
He coughed again.
“Lets check our Eye-spy cams” replied Mr.H.
“Yes”
“Ok, men’s bar, no…. men’s loos” he paused the cam.
“You know mines bigge..”
She coughed.
“Ok, I can’t see anything..Oh, what the hell, lets try our random ‘could be anywhere cam’”
“Ok”
Dullan heard a beep. He turned back, terrified, and as a reflex, waved to the camera pointed at his face.
“So” the interrogator chuckled “Your names Dullan Grey?”
“Yes”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Ha! Well, you can go in now… Mr. GREY! Teeheehee….”
Dullan walked into the small white room.
“Hello, Mr.Grey”
“Hi”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Well, no, see, we’ve only just met, and I usually try to get to know the person, not just guess their name”
“Are you giving me cheek?”
Dullan carried on like he hadn’t heard Mr. H. “Are you foreign? Oh…that would explain it” He started to speak very slowly “You…see…in…England…we…introduce…ourselves…before…”
“MR. GREY! I AM THE BLOODY HEAD OF MI6 AND IF WE DIDN’T NEED YOU RIGHT NOW, ID HAVE YOU JAILED FOR LIFE! NOW SIT DOWN ON THE BLOODY CHAIR AND WE’LL GET TO BUSINESS!”
“ok” he sat down.
“Thank you”
“Have you heard of Lipztik, Mr.Grey?” asked Ms. Queen.
“Umm..no..are they a new pop group?”
“No. They are a terrorist group” cut in Mr. H “And very dangerous at that. They have WORLD DOMINATION on their minds”
“ugh”
“They call it Operation: The Other Women.”
“The Other Women?”
“Yes. You see, they are a group formed completely by females” he frowned slightly at his colleague “their demanding better rights”
“Don’t they all ready have rights?”
“Not enough, apparently. They now want more rights than men”
“oh”
“Exactly. Or…”
“Or…”
“They’ll turn everyone on earth into women”
“Ugh”
“So, you see…”
“But how..” he made some movements with his hands. Ms. Queen glanced over disapprovingly.
“ Don’t interrupt. We need to get someone on the inside. The someone is you. Your going to take part in Operation: The Other WomAn.”
“But I thought you said it was a women only group?”
“I know what I said, Mr. Grey”
Dullan gulped.
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“Euughhjk” said Dullan. Clutching the edges of his speeding makeshift vehicle, Dullan tried to force his kamikaze suicide bomb round.
“Fluuugh” Too late.
“Yes, Lipztik have done it again” murmured Mr. Heathcliff.
“What?” queried his aging female assistant, Ms. Queen.
“Snuck into the London Royal bank. ‘Did up’ all the guards”
“Did up?”
“Yes”
“I was asking what it meant”
“Oh”
Conversations between Mr. Heathcliff and Ms. Queen were usually like this. Boring, uncalled for and the listener gets nothing out of it.
Oh yes. Mr. Heathcliff was the head of MI6.
Dullan was dead. He knew it. He felt around, looking for the tell tale signs. Oh, yes, he had wings, feathery and smooth. He shoulders were bare and smooth, and slightly wet.
“Wet?”
He turned. He saw the owl he had recently thrown out the side car clawing at his shoulders. He also saw that he wasn’t dead. The hook (from the hook and key) had caught on the end of the train.
“We need someone to sort out Lipztik.” Mumbled Mr.H. His voice never really rose over a mumble.
“Well, duh. There terrorists.” Answered his “With the times” colleague.
“We need a man, a man stupid enough to go with the plan, but dull enough to not fall for their crude tactics”
“You offering to have sex?”
Mr. H coughed.
“Yes”
“Didn’t you fall…”
He coughed again.
“Lets check our Eye-spy cams” replied Mr.H.
“Yes”
“Ok, men’s bar, no…. men’s loos” he paused the cam.
“You know mines bigge..”
She coughed.
“Ok, I can’t see anything..Oh, what the hell, lets try our random ‘could be anywhere cam’”
“Ok”
Dullan heard a beep. He turned back, terrified, and as a reflex, waved to the camera pointed at his face.
“So” the interrogator chuckled “Your names Dullan Grey?”
“Yes”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Ha! Well, you can go in now… Mr. GREY! Teeheehee….”
Dullan walked into the small white room.
“Hello, Mr.Grey”
“Hi”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Well, no, see, we’ve only just met, and I usually try to get to know the person, not just guess their name”
“Are you giving me cheek?”
Dullan carried on like he hadn’t heard Mr. H. “Are you foreign? Oh…that would explain it” He started to speak very slowly “You…see…in…England…we…introduce…ourselves…before…”
“MR. GREY! I AM THE BLOODY HEAD OF MI6 AND IF WE DIDN’T NEED YOU RIGHT NOW, ID HAVE YOU JAILED FOR LIFE! NOW SIT DOWN ON THE BLOODY CHAIR AND WE’LL GET TO BUSINESS!”
“ok” he sat down.
“Thank you”
“Have you heard of Lipztik, Mr.Grey?” asked Ms. Queen.
“Umm..no..are they a new pop group?”
“No. They are a terrorist group” cut in Mr. H “And very dangerous at that. They have WORLD DOMINATION on their minds”
“ugh”
“They call it Operation: The Other Women.”
“The Other Women?”
“Yes. You see, they are a group formed completely by females” he frowned slightly at his colleague “their demanding better rights”
“Don’t they all ready have rights?”
“Not enough, apparently. They now want more rights than men”
“oh”
“Exactly. Or…”
“Or…”
“They’ll turn everyone on earth into women”
“Ugh”
“So, you see…”
“But how..” he made some movements with his hands. Ms. Queen glanced over disapprovingly.
“ Don’t interrupt. We need to get someone on the inside. The someone is you. Your going to take part in Operation: The Other WomAn.”
“But I thought you said it was a women only group?”
“I know what I said, Mr. Grey”
Dullan gulped.
Great story!!
I can't wait. These Dullan grey stories are superb. Keep up the good work.
New one should be up by tommorow
Wow. I will
Hogwarts got a little boring, did it?
No bother ... just write more Dullan Grey, I'm starting to rather like it.
No bother ... just write more Dullan Grey, I'm starting to rather like it.
Nope. Its part 5
Now, as a slight change in tradition, this DGGTH story actually goes with the comp word. Enjoy!
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“Euughhjk” said Dullan. Clutching the edges of his speeding makeshift vehicle, Dullan tried to force his kamikaze suicide bomb round.
“Fluuugh” Too late.
“Yes, Lipztik have done it again” murmured Mr. Heathcliff.
“What?” queried his aging female assistant, Ms. Queen.
“Snuck into the London Royal bank. ‘Did up’ all the guards”
“Did up?”
“Yes”
“I was asking what it meant”
“Oh”
Conversations between Mr. Heathcliff and Ms. Queen were usually like this. Boring, uncalled for and the listener gets nothing out of it.
Oh yes. Mr. Heathcliff was the head of MI6.
Dullan was dead. He knew it. He felt around, looking for the tell tale signs. Oh, yes, he had wings, feathery and smooth. He shoulders were bare and smooth, and slightly wet.
“Wet?”
He turned. He saw the owl he had recently thrown out the side car clawing at his shoulders. He also saw that he wasn’t dead. The hook (from the hook and key) had caught on the end of the train.
“We need someone to sort out Lipztik.” Mumbled Mr.H. His voice never really rose over a mumble.
“Well, duh. There terrorists.” Answered his “With the times” colleague.
“We need a man, a man stupid enough to go with the plan, but dull enough to not fall for their crude tactics”
“You offering to have sex?”
Mr. H coughed.
“Yes”
“Didn’t you fall…”
He coughed again.
“Lets check our Eye-spy cams” replied Mr.H.
“Yes”
“Ok, men’s bar, no…. men’s loos” he paused the cam.
“You know mines bigge..”
She coughed.
“Ok, I can’t see anything..Oh, what the hell, lets try our random ‘could be anywhere cam’”
“Ok”
Dullan heard a beep. He turned back, terrified, and as a reflex, waved to the camera pointed at his face.
“So” the interrogator chuckled “Your names Dullan Grey?”
“Yes”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Ha! Well, you can go in now… Mr. GREY! Teeheehee….”
Dullan walked into the small white room.
“Hello, Mr.Grey”
“Hi”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Well, no, see, we’ve only just met, and I usually try to get to know the person, not just guess their name”
“Are you giving me cheek?”
Dullan carried on like he hadn’t heard Mr. H. “Are you foreign? Oh…that would explain it” He started to speak very slowly “You…see…in…England…we…introduce…ourselves…before…”
“MR. GREY! I AM THE BLOODY HEAD OF MI6 AND IF WE DIDN’T NEED YOU RIGHT NOW, ID HAVE YOU JAILED FOR LIFE! NOW SIT DOWN ON THE BLOODY CHAIR AND WE’LL GET TO BUSINESS!”
“ok” he sat down.
“Thank you”
“Have you heard of Lipztik, Mr.Grey?” asked Ms. Queen.
“Umm..no..are they a new pop group?”
“No. They are a terrorist group” cut in Mr. H “And very dangerous at that. They have WORLD DOMINATION on their minds”
“ugh”
“They call it Operation: The Other Women.”
“The Other Women?”
“Yes. You see, they are a group formed completely by females” he frowned slightly at his colleague “their demanding better rights”
“Don’t they all ready have rights?”
“Not enough, apparently. They now want more rights than men”
“oh”
“Exactly. Or…”
“Or…”
“They’ll turn everyone on earth into women”
“Ugh”
“So, you see…”
“But how..” he made some movements with his hands. Ms. Queen glanced over disapprovingly.
“ Don’t interrupt. We need to get someone on the inside. The someone is you. Your going to take part in Operation: The Other WomAn.”
“But I thought you said it was a women only group?”
“I know what I said, Mr. Grey”
Dullan gulped.
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“Euughhjk” said Dullan. Clutching the edges of his speeding makeshift vehicle, Dullan tried to force his kamikaze suicide bomb round.
“Fluuugh” Too late.
“Yes, Lipztik have done it again” murmured Mr. Heathcliff.
“What?” queried his aging female assistant, Ms. Queen.
“Snuck into the London Royal bank. ‘Did up’ all the guards”
“Did up?”
“Yes”
“I was asking what it meant”
“Oh”
Conversations between Mr. Heathcliff and Ms. Queen were usually like this. Boring, uncalled for and the listener gets nothing out of it.
Oh yes. Mr. Heathcliff was the head of MI6.
Dullan was dead. He knew it. He felt around, looking for the tell tale signs. Oh, yes, he had wings, feathery and smooth. He shoulders were bare and smooth, and slightly wet.
“Wet?”
He turned. He saw the owl he had recently thrown out the side car clawing at his shoulders. He also saw that he wasn’t dead. The hook (from the hook and key) had caught on the end of the train.
“We need someone to sort out Lipztik.” Mumbled Mr.H. His voice never really rose over a mumble.
“Well, duh. There terrorists.” Answered his “With the times” colleague.
“We need a man, a man stupid enough to go with the plan, but dull enough to not fall for their crude tactics”
“You offering to have sex?”
Mr. H coughed.
“Yes”
“Didn’t you fall…”
He coughed again.
“Lets check our Eye-spy cams” replied Mr.H.
“Yes”
“Ok, men’s bar, no…. men’s loos” he paused the cam.
“You know mines bigge..”
She coughed.
“Ok, I can’t see anything..Oh, what the hell, lets try our random ‘could be anywhere cam’”
“Ok”
Dullan heard a beep. He turned back, terrified, and as a reflex, waved to the camera pointed at his face.
“So” the interrogator chuckled “Your names Dullan Grey?”
“Yes”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Ha! Well, you can go in now… Mr. GREY! Teeheehee….”
Dullan walked into the small white room.
“Hello, Mr.Grey”
“Hi”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Well, no, see, we’ve only just met, and I usually try to get to know the person, not just guess their name”
“Are you giving me cheek?”
Dullan carried on like he hadn’t heard Mr. H. “Are you foreign? Oh…that would explain it” He started to speak very slowly “You…see…in…England…we…introduce…ourselves…before…”
“MR. GREY! I AM THE BLOODY HEAD OF MI6 AND IF WE DIDN’T NEED YOU RIGHT NOW, ID HAVE YOU JAILED FOR LIFE! NOW SIT DOWN ON THE BLOODY CHAIR AND WE’LL GET TO BUSINESS!”
“ok” he sat down.
“Thank you”
“Have you heard of Lipztik, Mr.Grey?” asked Ms. Queen.
“Umm..no..are they a new pop group?”
“No. They are a terrorist group” cut in Mr. H “And very dangerous at that. They have WORLD DOMINATION on their minds”
“ugh”
“They call it Operation: The Other Women.”
“The Other Women?”
“Yes. You see, they are a group formed completely by females” he frowned slightly at his colleague “their demanding better rights”
“Don’t they all ready have rights?”
“Not enough, apparently. They now want more rights than men”
“oh”
“Exactly. Or…”
“Or…”
“They’ll turn everyone on earth into women”
“Ugh”
“So, you see…”
“But how..” he made some movements with his hands. Ms. Queen glanced over disapprovingly.
“ Don’t interrupt. We need to get someone on the inside. The someone is you. Your going to take part in Operation: The Other WomAn.”
“But I thought you said it was a women only group?”
“I know what I said, Mr. Grey”
Dullan gulped.