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Part 4

Jackson Brandy's Journal - June 2203

I watched Albion's chalk cliffs recede into the distance and sighed. I wondered if I'd ever see them again.


“Heavy sighs Jackson, missing the motherland already?”
I looked down at Pixie and said,


“Oh blimey.”


“Aw Jacko, that's not polite.”
I couldn't help but smile at her pout and murmured,


“Sorry already. So what's your reasons for being here then?”
Her mouth turned down at the corners,


“People seem to think I'm a walking disaster area.”


“Well you are.”


“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Then she said,


“But you're right. I was hoping to lose that jinx at some point. That's why I asked to be dropped off at the Colonies.”


“You won't be coming back?”


“No need to look so bloody pleased.” she snapped,


“I'm not pleased.”


“You're not? Excellent.” Pixie kissed my cheek and walked away. I realised I had meant it, I really wasn't happy about leaving her anywhere. Oh hells bells, I was starting to get feelings for her again. Damn and blast, life was about to get complicated. I took another look at Albion and decided against trying to make it back across the ice.

Journal ends

Pixie hummed tunelessly as she arranged then rearranged her bedside cupboard. She was quite fond of Jackson, he was passably good-looking and could handle himself in a fight even though he appeared a bit gangly. She liked his hazel eyes best and even found his dark beard cute.

Harry Trachun passed by her cabin and glanced in. He half hoped she might be changing clothing but was disappointed. He'd drawn the short straw and was first on sentry duty. Trachun was anxious as befitted his pessimistic nature. Even the Stack MP12 he carried did little to comfort him. It was cutting edge weaponry he had been informed. Laser sights, effective kill range of two kilometres and SK1 grenade launcher with a clip of ten grenades. SK1 or skinny grenades were the size and dimensions of a A-dollar coin but could blast a hole in a ten centimetre thick stone wall. The grenade clip was in his fatigues pocket since he didn't see the need for it yet.

Trachun saw Cringe and Morgan heading for the pilot's cabin and scowled. More trouble probably, he wandered over to them and said,


“Problem ladies?”
Jenny said,


“Possibly.”


“Can I help?”


“Doubtful.”


“Thanks.”


“Don't mention it.”
He strode away with a muttered,


“Little chance of that.”

Cringe and Morgan exchanged glances, Jenny Cringe quirked a grin,


“Think I was a bit harsh?”


“Not really.”


“Hmm, why don't I believe you?”


“You should, I'm always honest.”
They reached Smith's cabin door and hesitated, Gillian murmured,


“You had a plan – right?”


“Well sort of play it by ear.”


“That's a plan?”
Cringe knocked on the door and waited. Finally the pilot appeared and growled,


“Well?”


“We want to know what's in the box.” replied Gillian.


“Eh, what box?”


“The kitchen utensils one.”


“Kitchen utensils, what the hell did you expect?”
Jenny Cringe raised her eyebrows,


“Then why store it in your cabin?”


“Why do you want to know?”


“Why are you being so defensive?”


“For God's sake Jack, let them in and tell them.”
The pilot reluctantly allowed the women to enter and Josef Smith grinned at them,


“Advisory or Library fuzz?”


“I'm a respectable solicitor's clerk, why would I work for either of those organisations?”
Morgan said,


“And I'm a biologist, my only interest is the wildlife out there.”


“Not enough wildlife in Area 22's docklands then?” chuckled Jack,


“Not the kind I'd be interested in and I might meet you. Another good reason not to visit that area.”
The pilot's brother barked a laugh,


“Best give up now Jack.”
The pilot poured them a drink each and said,


“Well, there's plenty of wildlife for you to study. But not quite what you're expecting.”



* * *



Thermos Flack sat in his cabin. He was already missing his converted laboratory. He had only been allowed to carry the bare minimum of equipment on board the 'Lady Jane' and sharing the cabin with Jenny Cringe did nothing to help his concentration. Thermos had never been much of a social animal and had resigned himself to the life of solitude that was often the lot of creative inventors the world over. In other words he was speechless in the presence of women, even his mother made him nervous. If not speechless, he would swing to the other extreme and blather on about anything and everything. He soon gave up on the idea of ever being in a serious relationship and locked himself away in the attic. The close proximity of this young, attractive female had changed his world beyond recognition. He gazed sadly at his reflection in the shaving mirror, he was short and fat and that was that. If only he could invent a potion to change.... Flack stopped in mid-thought and began rooting through his limited supply of herbs and roots,


“It's worth a try.” he muttered, “I could find new plants out here as well. Where's my notebook? I bought it specially for the journey. Aha, there it is.”
He began to write in the book, pausing now and then to think about Jenny, his inspiration for the experiment.

The object of his desire was currently sitting open-mouthed, staring at Jack Smith,


“Fuh, fuh, frog warriors? Are you seriously expecting us to believe you?”


“No, I'm not. You, Miss Biologist, what do you think?”
Morgan was frowning,


“It's possible I suppose. With the right equipment and facilities, but why bother in the first place?”


“To guard the complex.” replied Smith simply.


“Which is located in marshland areas? Yes, that makes sense.”
Jenny Cringe turned to her,


“Makes sense? I don't see how and anyway - what are they so worried about?”


“We're soon going to find out.” smiled Josef Smith, “Jack has the facility's bearings and this time we're going in armed for frog.”

end of part 4




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In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.


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The following comments are for "Jackson Brandy And The Book Of Knowledge Part 4"
by Ogg

Part 4
Armed for frog??? As opposed to loaded for bear? LOL, I love this story so far. I can't wait to read the next one. Your series just made my "best of" list for this month. It will be featured in "Musings" in next months Majestic.

Dave

( Posted by: HeRoCoMpLeX [Member] On: September 18, 2011 )

Thanks
Thanks Dave, the next installment is bubbling away in my demented brain even as I write. Might be a couple of days yet but it will arrive.

( Posted by: Ogg [Member] On: September 18, 2011 )





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