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Chapter 1

     The Story The Authors
Sir Selwin shrieked and wheezed as he thrashed on the pavement. "You won't win this time!! I swear!! As soon as I get out of this, you're all gonna pay!!" A thin trickle of drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he screamed . Vashondra paid little attention to him than to the collection of cars that lined the street. Sir Selwin's catering lorrey was a wreck, the Mustang which Vashondra and co. was a disaster, save for the 8-track that played endless Franky Valley (though it was beginning to sound a bit warbly)tunes. Xerxes was scooping handfuls of Prestone off the hood of the Mustang and rubbing it into his pompadour, believing the sticky green goo was some kind of youth elixir. Vashondra looked around the street and her eyes lighted on just the right vehicle for this rag-tag collection of over-groomed souls.... Elwood T Leary
It had just turned the corner. It was big and black with a finish like a mirror. Vashondra was immediately taken by the cute, shiny different looking chromed star within a circle centered on the bonnet. "A pair of those would be bitch'n earings with my doo!" she mused as she stepped into the street and forced the driver to stop. "Yo sure have a fine set of whehuls there," she intoned as she sidled up to the drivers window, "unhuh yo know the meaning of carjack, sweetheart?" The driver looked at her without any sign of comprehension. "Please, Madame, I must go, vite vite, Madam I must get to Paris, sseeze voiture how you say... car must be on the Eurostar train this very afternoon and there ees no time...I must go now" the driver pleaded in a heavy accent. Vashondra reached in the window, and grabbing the keys called out, "Hey y'all this is our ticket to Paris!" As Sir Selwin drooled onto the asphalt, everyone who had been in the Mustang piled into the black Mercedes. The driver was now between Vashondra, at the wheel and Kate who was riding shotgun. "Now we is all frehnds heah, yo beehave and yo is our friend too!" cooed Vanshondra. "Honeh now whats your name? Come on speak up yo little funny talk'n man." she continued in a low giggle. "Mon nom, my name ees, Henri Paul et I must get to Paris by tonight!" croaked the little man. "Don't yo worry nut'n honeh!" assured Vanshondra. Kate just napped. The black Mercedes pushed on to the channel terminus for the Eurostar train. Ignacious
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Is like the red sun that burns your skin. Pogo
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These thoughts plagued him on his way to the complex. On arrival he stopped his car at the gates and waved his pass at the guard. He had known Len for 3 years now but every morning the man took his pass out of it's wallet and scratched at the face of it with his thumbnail, checking for forgery. This annoyed Seth more than anything about his daily work and he often spent hours dreaming up different ways of killing Len. none
Xerxes awoke with a start as the Mercedes drove onto the train for the trip to France. "That was a really wierd dream," he mused, "what's with this Seth and Len any ways?" Vashondra and Kate had made it clear that one false move and the funny talk'n little man, this "Henri Paul" wouldn't make it to France let alone out of the tunnel. The train began to move and Henri Paul spoke, "What are you making to do avec moi?" "You see I must get to Paris to the Ritz Hotel... I have a very important appointment". Vashondra yawned at the little weasel of a man. Kate remarked cooly, "I don't mind the Ritz or its crackers you're staying with us sweetheart/" Soon they were on the autoroute to Paris and a rendezvous that would convulse the world. Iggie
Xerxes awoke with a start as the Mercedes drove onto the train for the trip to France. "That was a really wierd dream," he mused, "what's with this Seth and Len any ways?" Vashondra and Kate had made it clear that one false move and the funny talk'n little man, this "Henri Paul" wouldn't make it to France let alone out of the tunnel. The train began to move and Henri Paul spoke, "What are you making to do avec moi?" "You see I must get to Paris to the Ritz Hotel... I have a very important appointment". Vashondra yawned at the little weasel of a man. Kate remarked cooly, "I don't mind the Ritz or its crackers you're staying with us sweetheart/" Soon they were on the autoroute to Paris and a rendezvous that would convulse the world. Iggie


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