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Nordic Peril: The Sequel to Gone Missing in Sweden
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Yes, it’s difficult to match the skill and daring of true professionals as in @Fossy ‘s Mi6 team
Chapter 26. Forest trail near the country home of Åke Persson, Thursday, 22 January, 08:52.
“Shit! Sounds like a war going on up there!” exclaimed Hansson as he and his colleagues quickened their pace, and then broke into a run … or as fast a pace as the deep snow on the trail allowed.
“But, we’re unarmed!” puffed the Chief, who was struggling to keep up with the younger ones. “Maybe we should stop for a breather and talk this over?”
“Stay back, Chief!” Annika called back to him. “Let me and Hansson handle this!”
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Immediately behind the country home of Åke Persson. Thursday, 22 January, 08:53.
Barbara burst from the back door of the house, stopped briefly to get her bearings, and then set off at a run to reach Gun … who lay face down in the snow, motionless. A spreading pool of blood stained the snow at her side.
High on the slope facing the house, the Syndicate team leader had stopped firing at Johnson … his attention drawn away to the lone figure of Barbara rushing, exposed and vulnerable, to the aid of her fallen friend.
Swinging his gun around, he steadied, drew in his breath, and took careful aim … drawing a bead on the woman’s head.
On the trail only a few meters behind the Syndicate team leader, stood Skogman, taking note of what was about to happen.
There was a brief few moment of indecision.
Skogman looked first down the trail at three onrushing figures … an agile young woman in the lead, followed by a heavy set man several paces behind. The third figure, also a man, lagged a considerable distance further back.
Skogman then diverted his gaze off to one side … at his chosen escape route, which ran away from the trail, downhill and into a dense stand of young evergreen trees that could shield his escape from view.
Finally he returned his gaze to the Team leader, who was touched down, his attention focused on cutting down … perhaps murdering would be more accurate … the unaware and unarmed female figure below.
The decision came to Skogman in a flash. Perhaps it was instinctive. He’d probably never know for sure. But it drove him to action. Reaching for and drawing his handgun from the holster under his left arm, he pivoted, crouched, took aim and emptied the entire magazine into the back of the unsuspecting team leader.
Only then did Skogman turn and flee …down and away to safety amongst the sheltering stand of young evergreens and deep into the forest beyond.
Barbara looked up, startled by the burst of gunfire from the slope above and by the bullet that tore through the sleeve of her baggy sweater.
“Jesus, Barb! Get down!” shouted Åke from the shelter of the house’s rear entry way.
She heeded his call. Dropping first to hands and knees before crawling the remaining distance to Gun’s side.
“Help!” Barbara called, turning Gun onto her side and placing a finger against her neck to check for a pulse . “Gun’s hurt … looks bad …really bad!”
“Hang on! I’m coming!” shouted Johnson, leaving his cover and starting off on a zig-zagging descent.
“I’m coming too,” called Åke from the back entrance.
“Get me down!” demanded Marina.
Up on the trail, far above, a panting Hansson gasped, “Did you see that?”
“Yeah,” answered Annika. “Someone just shot up that guy all dressed in black, and then fled into those trees.”
“Let him go for now,” advised Hansson. “The shooting seems to have stopped. And that’s Barbara’s voice. Sounds as though Gun’s been shot. Let’s get down to the house … fast!”
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Daily intelligence briefing at the headquarters of the State Affairs Commission of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, Forbidden City, Pyongyang. Thursday, 22 January, 16:01 (09:01 in Sweden).
“General Bar, any news of that Syndicate operation in Sollefteå, Sweden?”
“No. Other than a message we received earlier stating that the special ops team was on site and going in. I suspect there will be an update shortly. Possibly before this meeting is concluded.”
“We shall await news then. You are aware, Bar, are you not? That you bear considerable responsibility for the outcome …not only in the eyes of this Commission, but in the estimation of Our Dear Leader himself, who has taken a special interest in the silencing of Colonel Chang … as well as the opportunity to possibly add two new additions to his special collection of western female sex slaves. I do hope, for your sake, and for all who you hold dear, that this turns out well.”
TBC
“Shit! Sounds like a war going on up there!” exclaimed Hansson as he and his colleagues quickened their pace, and then broke into a run … or as fast a pace as the deep snow on the trail allowed.
“But, we’re unarmed!” puffed the Chief, who was struggling to keep up with the younger ones. “Maybe we should stop for a breather and talk this over?”
“Stay back, Chief!” Annika called back to him. “Let me and Hansson handle this!”
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Immediately behind the country home of Åke Persson. Thursday, 22 January, 08:53.
Barbara burst from the back door of the house, stopped briefly to get her bearings, and then set off at a run to reach Gun … who lay face down in the snow, motionless. A spreading pool of blood stained the snow at her side.
High on the slope facing the house, the Syndicate team leader had stopped firing at Johnson … his attention drawn away to the lone figure of Barbara rushing, exposed and vulnerable, to the aid of her fallen friend.
Swinging his gun around, he steadied, drew in his breath, and took careful aim … drawing a bead on the woman’s head.
On the trail only a few meters behind the Syndicate team leader, stood Skogman, taking note of what was about to happen.
There was a brief few moment of indecision.
Skogman looked first down the trail at three onrushing figures … an agile young woman in the lead, followed by a heavy set man several paces behind. The third figure, also a man, lagged a considerable distance further back.
Skogman then diverted his gaze off to one side … at his chosen escape route, which ran away from the trail, downhill and into a dense stand of young evergreen trees that could shield his escape from view.
Finally he returned his gaze to the Team leader, who was touched down, his attention focused on cutting down … perhaps murdering would be more accurate … the unaware and unarmed female figure below.
The decision came to Skogman in a flash. Perhaps it was instinctive. He’d probably never know for sure. But it drove him to action. Reaching for and drawing his handgun from the holster under his left arm, he pivoted, crouched, took aim and emptied the entire magazine into the back of the unsuspecting team leader.
Only then did Skogman turn and flee …down and away to safety amongst the sheltering stand of young evergreens and deep into the forest beyond.
Barbara looked up, startled by the burst of gunfire from the slope above and by the bullet that tore through the sleeve of her baggy sweater.
“Jesus, Barb! Get down!” shouted Åke from the shelter of the house’s rear entry way.
She heeded his call. Dropping first to hands and knees before crawling the remaining distance to Gun’s side.
“Help!” Barbara called, turning Gun onto her side and placing a finger against her neck to check for a pulse . “Gun’s hurt … looks bad …really bad!”
“Hang on! I’m coming!” shouted Johnson, leaving his cover and starting off on a zig-zagging descent.
“I’m coming too,” called Åke from the back entrance.
“Get me down!” demanded Marina.
Up on the trail, far above, a panting Hansson gasped, “Did you see that?”
“Yeah,” answered Annika. “Someone just shot up that guy all dressed in black, and then fled into those trees.”
“Let him go for now,” advised Hansson. “The shooting seems to have stopped. And that’s Barbara’s voice. Sounds as though Gun’s been shot. Let’s get down to the house … fast!”
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Daily intelligence briefing at the headquarters of the State Affairs Commission of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, Forbidden City, Pyongyang. Thursday, 22 January, 16:01 (09:01 in Sweden).
“General Bar, any news of that Syndicate operation in Sollefteå, Sweden?”
“No. Other than a message we received earlier stating that the special ops team was on site and going in. I suspect there will be an update shortly. Possibly before this meeting is concluded.”
“We shall await news then. You are aware, Bar, are you not? That you bear considerable responsibility for the outcome …not only in the eyes of this Commission, but in the estimation of Our Dear Leader himself, who has taken a special interest in the silencing of Colonel Chang … as well as the opportunity to possibly add two new additions to his special collection of western female sex slaves. I do hope, for your sake, and for all who you hold dear, that this turns out well.”
TBC
To my loyal fans: there appears to be a glitch on the site tonight. One must refresh the page prior to inserting a “like”, writing anything, or inserting an emoticon. If one doesn’t refresh the page first, nothing happens.
Personal note: I had nothing to do with activating this maddening glitch!!!
Personal note: I had nothing to do with activating this maddening glitch!!!
Not happening here at all!!!
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
It is still happening for me…
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Wow Barb, more twists than an alley in London! Who is this mysterious Skogman? And is he working deep cover? And why does he seem better prepared than most of the other good guy “professionals“?
Great imagery from @Madiosi , thank you
Looking forward to Moore.
twonines
LIMERICUS
Is this a case of "The Lady doth protest too much"?
To be on the safe side, you need to write yourself a painful session at that frozen whipping post.
M
montycrusto
Guest
A remarkable woman is Annika,
No gun-toting henchman can panic her.
T’would be a great shame
Not to honour her name
In Encyclopaedia Britannica.
No gun-toting henchman can panic her.
T’would be a great shame
Not to honour her name
In Encyclopaedia Britannica.
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Wait for the sequel to the sequel?
twonines
LIMERICUS
The despicable tyrant, Kim,
Has an overpowering whim
To make Barbara Moore
His personal whore.
At the moment, his chances look slim!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
For once, we shall believe you, since you were stuck in a terrible crossfire somewhere in Sweden, when it happened.
Chapter 27. Kitchen of the country home of Åke Persson, Thursday, 22 January, 09:13.
“My God!! Poor Gun!” wailed a distraught Barbara as she hovered anxiously over the figure of her friend, Gun … laid out and passed out on the hard wood-planked kitchen floor. The badly wounded police woman had been dragged indoors and laid there by Johnson and
“My God!! Poor Gun!” wailed a distraught Barbara as she hovered anxiously over the figure of her friend, Gun … laid out and passed out on the hard wood-planked kitchen floor. The badly wounded police woman had been dragged indoors and laid there by Johnson and