Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 3483

The Weekly Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 3483 by Angharad Copyright© 2024/2025 Angharad

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This is a work of fiction any mention of real people, places or institutions is purely coincidental and does not imply that they are as suggested in the story.
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James suggested we hire a car, I thought public transport was better, or safer, at least they had some in Bern that roughly ran on time. We again caught a tram and headed off to an address that James knew. The arms supplier was an older man who offered us two Glock automatic 9 mm hand guns, for two thousand dollars and fifty rounds of ammunition for another thousand. I grumbled because he expected me to, but really I thought it was a reasonable price for black-market goods. I asked out loud why we needed so much ammunition, "We weren't going to kill that many."

"My dear, you don't know how many rounds you will need once bullets start flying and it's probably better to have too many than too few. I will give you a locking box, those you don't use leave in reception for me and I will collect them and pay you something for them."

"I'll bet it isn't a thousand dollars," said Danni as we waited for a tram back to the hotel, Trish had been discharged and Chas was going to escort her to the hotel. I'd arranged another room although the girls could have shared and sort of defended each other, I thought they could also both be killed or injured easier in one room. The hotel had a spare one and as we had retrieved some of Trish's belongings, she had a change of clothes there.

The tram was rather full on our return and I sat with Danni and James sat a few seats behind us. He couldn't talk with us and I half expected him to move up closer to us as the passengers boarded and left as they got to their stop. I didn't notice a rather large man sit in the unoccupied seat behind us, when I glanced behind he seemed to be asleep leaning on the window.

We got to the hotel stop and James hurried us off the tram, "Why the rush?" I asked.

"The man behind had a gun on you and was going to shoot you through the seat, the padding makes it an effective silencer or muffler. By the time someone decided you were hurt he'd have made his getaway."

"Some assassin, he fell asleep, I saw him."

"Cathy, he wasn't asleep, he was deceased with the contents of my syringe in his neck."

I said nothing in reply but we almost ran to the hotel. Once there, Chas was guarding and entertaining Trish who had made them coffee while she waited for us. Chas and Dave were armed, how, they never did reveal, but both had hand guns, rifles and assault rifles, a veritable arsenal. This was sounding like one of the 1990's action films, where nobody enquires where the weapons originated but uses them. Real guns are less reliable, they jam, bits fall off, you never see them being cleaned or oiled, which is essential. The first thing Chas did after drinking his coffee was to look at my gun and he took it apart, cleaned it, oiled and reassembled it, then gave it back to me. If you fire one magazine of cartridges, do as I just showed you, it will be less likely to jam the next time you use it. Remember you are possibly going to be fighting ex-police or military, they should know their own weapons plus they will have come upon these as well, I prefer the Heckler and Koch ones," he said to James who replied and told him they weren't available, so we'd had to take what was. The spare ammo was in a locking box, for which we had the key, it contained five magazines for the Glocks. Chas looked each one over and pronounced them fine, and then told us if we needed more than one magazine each, we were in a real firefight and to be careful of the Swiss police as another possible hostile.

I wondered if I should give him my gun and go home now. Then I saw Trish and knew it was up to me to protect her and Danni, if necessary to my last breath. I kept the gun but tried various outfits to see where I could conceal it with easy access. Much of the time I successfully did neither. In the end I shoved it in the back of my jeans with the safety on and managed to extract it in a few seconds. That might mean I was too slow, then we had an alternative arrangement where Danni or Trish stood slightly behind me and while we distracted an attacker they withdrew the gun and either shot it themselves, or placed it in my hands and I would do the shooting, if we eventually managed to get the safety off. We had loads of laughs at our ineptitudes and then Danni reminded us we were playing with something that was designed to kill. The humour disappeared instantly.

In bed that night I tried to sleep with Glock under my pillow, it was like sleeping with a rock under my pillow and eventually, I had it under the bedclothes by my hand. I did sleep, but fitfully, the threat of what these weapons could do was frightening,, especially with little familiarity with them not having been in the services or police. I had fired a handgun before but not for some years and I was unsure of recoil and so on if I had to do so again, but the chances of being able to practice here in Switzerland was going to be nigh on impossible without attracting the interest of the police.

We didn't see Chas or Dave again in Switzerland but James was sure they could see us and were like Guardian Angels, if you had a broad imagination, and imagined a slightly, well okay a large element of coarse angels. We had killed one of the enemy, or James had and injured another, Danni's rock throwing episode, so James decided we could be at high levels of risk, even with Chas and Dave watching. They couldn't see us all the time whereas the Russians may be able to, we didn't know, but James advised that we should assume they could.

Being on tenterhooks all the time was very tiring, not to mention not helping our already frayed nerves. I said to Danni at one point that I only had one nerve left and she was getting on it. She offered to go out but I pleaded with her not to do so as it made her an undefended target. James continued his internet search for the party that was trying to kill us, he had a little success with us previously recognising the bloke that Danni lobbed the rock at and the man James had terminated on the tram. They were both secret service agents, or had been. whoever he was chatting to on the phone advised us to be quiet as these men were dangerous and likely to want revenge for the rock lobbing episode. I didn't tell Danni this because I considered I was the most likely target, or prime one, then the girls were next, all would upset Simon or Henry if we were hurt or killed, but there was little they could do to protect us, except hire Chas and Dave.

The attack when it came was well time, the three of us were going back to our rooms after a reasonable meal, when someone rushed through a fire door and grabbed Danni. It was the man with the bashed face. He held a gun to her head and had her in a choke hold around the neck. He told us he was taking her as a hostage and started moving backwards towards the stairs and lift.

I was horrified, the thing I had dreaded had happened possibly because we'd got too relaxed or complacent. I tried to offer him money to let her go, but he just laughed in my face. I prayed silently to the goddess for help and her telling me to use the power I had and not to whine so.

"I am going to kill all of you, you English pigs," he threatened us, Trish had gone very white and threw up her recently enjoyed dinner, but it provided a distraction and I was angry, that an arsehole like this gunman could threaten my children, one of whom was only recently recovered from one of their assassination attempts. That anger was building and I felt if I could distract him long enough James would get him.

"Don't know your targets very well do you? I'm as English as Scotch Whisky. Neither did you know about this, did you?" With that, he saw me transforming into the Angel of Death at about the same time as a ball of blue light hit him like a cannonball and knocked him down the stairs, leaving Danni unharmed on the landing. She fell into my arms and James escorted us back to my room where we quickly hid the guns.

"Nice on Cathy, " offered James, "You'll have to teach me that one."

"It only works when the handmaidens of the Goddess are in danger, we three are all her servants, so she helped me with power to negate the danger and protect her servants."

James disappeared down the stairs while Trish made some teas then sat down shaking and looking very pale. "I honestly thought he was going to kill us," was all she said as she trembled from the trauma. Danni was very quiet as she sat in an easy chair. She looked at me in total wonderment and I think love too.

James walked briskly into the room, " We won't have to worry about him anymore."

"Why?" I asked.

"Seems the silly bugger broke his neck in the fall, management seem to think he might have been drunk. Anyway the police are downstairs, suggesting it was either an accident or misadventure, they're not even sure which landing he fell from as he seemed to land with quite a bit of force. I reported that it might be the floor above us as we were busy dealing with Trish who was sick outside her room, they're going to send someone up to clean it up."

We all felt sombre if relieved, someone's death tends to do that to you. However, Danni began to feel better as the evening wore on and just whispered to me," She doesn't mess about, does she?"

"Who?" I asked knowing exactly who she meant.

"The Goddess lady, you transformed into Samiel again, which would be enough to cause heart attacks in anyone, then that ball of light hit him like a cannonball, but missed me, why?"

"You weren't her target besides you're one of her handmaidens."

"Wow, for that sort of protection, I'll sign up for another term, if she wants."

"Please don't be glib, you can see these forces are very powerful and you need to know how to handle them. If they weren't so bloody stupid, he should have known once Samiel appears to you, you're on borrowed time."

"We saw him as well, does that mean we are on borrowed time too?" Danni asked.

"No, our sighting was incidental, the Russian chap was the focus of his ire."

"Gosh, do we describe that as ire power?" quipped Danni and we all chuckled. The humour wasn't to last as the Swiss police were knocking on the door and asking if we were involved in the accident that happened earlier? We obviously said we weren't as Trish had been taken ill and we were dealing with that, they saw the woman cleaning it up complaining that these youngsters can't hold their drink. The irony was that none of us girls had had a drop all night, and James only had a single beer. After we gave statements of not seeing anything, the police grumbled and left after telling me, "Incidents of this nature are quite rare, unless you seem to be about, Lady Cameron." I simply shrugged.