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The Wife Disposal Service by Peter

Section 25 - "Chapter 14 - Quick Job" | Back

Anton, Keith and Dillan continued to drive and watch for tails. When they were sure they were in the clear they headed to one of the secure workshops and transferred to another van. The old van would be re-furbished, re-sprayed, upgraded and kept out of circulation for a while. The new van had been fitted with all the latest gadgets and gizmos.

"How the fuck is that even possible !!!" exclaimed Dillan reading one of the spec sheets that came with the van. The guys went through the specs and tested some of the new features.

"I can't wait to try this out on a job !" said Keith.

Anton's phone rang.

"OK, we will get right on it as soon as we're setup" said Anton "OK, lets go, Keith, head towards Tower Bridge train station".

"Are we going on a train ride ?" Asked Keith.

"Nope ! have patience. We have a job waiting for us so best get a move on." said Anton.

Keith drove round the back of the station and the main entrance of The Shard.

"OK stop here." said Anton "Keith stay here, Dillan you're with me."

Keith watched in amazement as Anton and Dillan walked into the Shard's main entrance. He saw the pair of them walk back out a while later looking very excited.

"OK, lets unload the van and take the gear to our new home. When we're unpacked, we have a quick but potentially messy job to do." said Anton.

"Can't it wait until we're ready ?" enquired Keith.

"No, the husband is prepared to pay 30 million quid to get un-wifed before the end of the day." said Anton.

"That's very short notice ... so how do we approach this ?" asked Keith.

"Well, we don't have the normal sophistication because the geeks aren't here yet, so this will have to be a simple hit-and-run job. The husband is a gangster so we could pretend his wife got hit in the cross-fire between gangs. Dillan, research who his enemies are so we can pretend to be one of them, that should give the police a juicy target. Keith work out various escape routes where we can utilise our new 'toys'. He has paid us half ... in diamonds ! I have no idea how we're going to move those !" said Anton

The three of them got to work.

"OK, the gang boss and his wife have been invited to a function few miles away. I suggest we fake a bust of automatic fire into the car, hitting the wife but missing the husband. Dillan, do you know of a sniper rifle that fires the same round as an automatic weapon ?" asked Anton.

"At what kind of range ?" asked Dillan.

"About fifty yards, " replied Anton.

"But at that range you would be better of using the old British LMG " replied Dillan.

"LMG ?" said a slightly confused Keith.

"Light Machine Gun. It looks like the old Bren gun from World War Two, curved magazine on top, sights on the side, fires a standard 7.62 round ... my point is that it was too accurate to be useful as a machine gun because they are designed to put rounds in an area, not a specific point like a rifle." said Dillan.

"Ah I remember those !" said Anton.

"The LMG can be switched between semi-automatic and automatic. So, we switch the LMG to semi-automatic and fire one round through the windscreen to kill the wife, a few near the husband to make it look good and then fire a burst of automatic fire harmlessly around the rear of the car, it must look and sound like they were machine-gunned by another gang and the husband was very lucky not to get hit." said Dillan.

"Oh that is brilliant in it's simplicity !" said Anton. "I think we have an LMG in one of the weapon hides."

"Why are we hitting her ?" asked Dillan.

"Because her husband is paying us 30 mil." said Anton.

"No, I mean why does he want her dead ?" asked Dillan.

"She has been screwing a rival gang's boss and passing info." said Anton.

"Any reason why we only target women ?" asked Keith.

"It started out like that but we have hit quite a lot of men too." said Anton. The three of them walked out of the apartment.

Meanwhile at the gangster's house.

"Are you ready ?" shouted Bruce.

"Hang on, I'm still picking out a Gucci bag to go with me shoes" shouted Candice.

"We're already late, so come on !!" shouted Bruce getting more angry.

"OK, lets go." said Candice walking down the stairs, her huge fake boobs almost overflowing out of her dress. They both got into his car and drove off.

"And this time, stop swearing, we will be in polite company and I want to give a good impression !" instructed Bruce.

"Oh who gives a fuck about those toffs, I'll say what ever I please !" said Candice displaying all the style and sophistication of a road crash.

"You can take the woman out of the sewer but you can't take the sewer out of the woman." said Bruce.

"Oh fuck ..." Candice was interrupted by a loud crack and a small hole appeared in the windscreen.

"What the ... " shouted Bruce as more rounds entered the car making a cracking sound followed by a thumping sound. He briefly saw some muzzle flash coming from a red van parked a few meters ahead. He couldn't see the occupants because of some strategically placed boxes.

He swerved and a burst of machine gun fire tore into the rear of the car. He quickly remembered about the hit he had ordered on his wife, who was now slumped in her seat with a small hole in her head. He turned right, straight into oncoming traffic and crashed the left side of his car into a taxi just to make sure she was dead.

The occupants in the red van closed the doors, pulled out and sped up the road. Bruce pulled out his phone and texted "red van". He climbed out half pretending to be dazed and shocked.

"Job done !" said Dillan removing the magazine from the LMG. He cocked it, picked up the round that had just been ejected and pushed it back into the magazine.

"OK, head for the nearest ... " Anton was interrupted by a burst of automatic fire tearing into the back of the van spraying everyone with glass. Even though light armour was standard on their vehicles, some rounds got through the small rear windows.

"Shit ! the police couldn't made us that quickly !" shouted Keith.

"The police would never use automatic weapons on a public road, I suspect it's our gangster client trying to save himself 15 million." said Anton.

The van swerved as the two rear tires got hit and semi-deflated. The tires weren't bullet-proof but could still be driven for a short distance with no air in them.

"Quick ! I've got an idea ... play possum. Keith; when I say 'NOW' pretend to crash on the left side of the road. Dillan; get ready to let rip when they come into view !" shouted Anton. Dillan lay back down on the floor, put another magazine onto the LMG, put the butt into his shoulder, cocked it and waited.

They turned a corner with the gangster car a few yards behind. On the passenger side of the car one of the gangsters was shooting at them with a sub machine gun.

Some 9mm rounds slammed into the rear of the van.

"NOW" shouted Anton. Keith turned left, grazed a parked car and stopped. The crash had to look realistic to fool the gangsters behind that the occupants had been hit. Anton leapt into the rear and opened the doors just as the gangster's car came into view. Dillan emptied all thirty two armour-piercing rounds into the car which swerved left, scraping along several parked cars before crashing into the back of their van, spraying glass and one dead gangster all over Anton and Dillan.

"Keith - GO !!" shouted Anton shoving the deceased gangster out of the back and closing the rear doors. The tires screeched as Keith floored the accelerator and the van sped away.

"Shit !! I think the van is damaged !" said a concerned Keith.

"Why whats wrong ?" asked Anton.

"The van is rapidly changing colours, I think they hit the computer !" said Keith looking the van's dazzling multi-coloured reflection in the passing shop windows.

"Shit, we can't stay unnoticeable with that psychedelic light show going on !" said Keith feeling around the back of the touch panel. He pulled some wires. There was a shower of sparks, the screen went blank and the van went back to it's normal boring black.

"It's an interesting effect though." said Dillan "Perhaps we could use it to hypnotise the local women into having sex with us !"

"OK, we need to do things the old fashioned way and get back to the secure workshop as fast as possible. The local fuzz will be all over this very soon." said Anton picking a piece of glass out of his arm.

"This attack doesn't make any sense !" said Dillan "That gang must know it isn't just us three, they must know there are others."

"It doesn't make sense to me either so lets just be extra careful." said Anton.

"Hang on guys. I'm getting a 'Device Attached' warning !" shouted Keith looking at the red light on the dash.

"OK stop here, I'll check the van." said Anton.

Keith stopped the van and Anton got out. "Cheeky bastards !!" said Anton pulling a GPS tracker from under the wheel arch and attaching it to the side of a passing bus.

"OK, lets go." said Anton jumping back in.

"So one of the reasons for the attack was to distract us and plant that tracker !" said Dillan.

"I guess so, which means we now have the added complication of another group to worry about along with the police !" said Anton.

A while later some mechanics finished their tea and walked to the main workshop area to be presented with a bullet-holed black van with two shredded tires and covered in blood and guts. Under the windscreen wiper was a note that simply said 'Oops !'.

"Jesus ! what happened to you guys !" said a very concerned Greg looking at the blood-soaked trio as they walked into the new apartment.

"Just another hard day at the office !" said Anton calmly.

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Alternative Section 26 - "Chapter 15 - Meanwhile"
By Peter (UID:1)

"The 'Stelvio Pass' crash report from Interpol is interesting ..." said DI Hanson to the police officers sitting in his office.

"How so ?" ask DS Cooper.

"Well, the doors seem to have come off during the fall, not at the point of impact, plus they couldn't find enough bio-matter in the burned-out wreck to account for one woman, even a fairly small one." said DI Hanson.

"Didn't the intense fire burn it all away ?" asked DS Cooper.

"Yes, but you would expect to find the odd bit of bone and fat. And here's another thing, it seemed like she knew the location of the other police cars and was able to avoid them." said DI Hanson "It's almost like she had some kind of radar !"

"A pig radar !" joked DS Cooper to some mild laughter.

"Yeah, the other police units have had similar experiences." said another officer.

"Paul, I think we need to look at that crash site for ourselves, can you make the arrangements ?" said DI Hanson.

"Sure." confirmed DS Cooper.

"And what about the shoot-out a few days back ?" asked DI Hanson.

"It seems to have been two gangs having it out. One side used low velocity 9mm rounds fired from sub machine guns and the other side used high velocity 7.62mm armour-piercing rounds and they seem to have won ... in more ways than one !" said DS Cooper.

"How so ?" said DI Hanson.

"We can't trace their van. It seems to have vanished. ANPR didn't pick it up anywhere. Also there were odd witness accounts of a van changing colour, we're assuming that's a trick of the light." said DS Cooper.

"It might not be, " said DI Hanson "our techs came up with an idea on how a van could change colour using some new weird paint. It might be an idea to trace who's been buying it."

Thousand of miles away in the Mediterranean the two men were on the top deck of their Drettmann yacht.

"That last hit was very messy !" said the first man.

"Sure was, and our client was trying to back-stab us and then shooting-up our guys to find one of our secure workshops. I think he needs to be punished." said the second man.

"He does, but not directly by us, we're too hot right now. We need to find a way for another gang to take him out." said the first man.

They looked out at the vast Mediterranean sea spotting the odd shark, stingray or flying fish.

"I've got it !" said the second man "Remember a while back when we re-directed that police sting to one of your enemies ?"

"Yes." confirmed the first man.

"They are probably wondering how the police found them. So, we get our black-hats to lay a digital trail back to our gangster 'friend' and let the other gangsters take him out." said a slightly excited second man.

"Oh that's brilliant !" said the first man "make it so !" he added trying to sound like Captain Jean-Luc Picard from Star Trek:TNG.

"Hows Debz ?" asked the second man.

"After a long slog, she got back to the town and checked into a hotel. She will make her way back to the UK soon. And, before I forget, get another car ready for her." said the first man. "How are we doing with re-hacking the police systems ?"

"We have made progress but it's obviously much harder this time round as they have upgraded the security on their systems." said the second man.

"Good. The police use special software to predict where certain crimes are likely to occur by using statistics, I think. It would be very useful to get into that system and possibly 'tweak' the results in our favour." said the first man.

"That's an interesting idea. We will be able to see if our 'statistically insignificant' hits are just that. I'll get the black-hats on it ASAP" said the second man.

"... Police are investigating a car crash in the Stelvio Pass involving a woman believed to be English. Police were unable to find a body in or near the wreckage. Police are asking for witnesses to two shootings in London the other day. Several gang members and a woman were shot dead with automatic fire ..." said the newscaster

"Wow the boys have been busy !" said Deborah examining the deep cut on her leg. She re-dressed it and covered the dressing with make-up to disguise it as much as possible. She had checked into the hotel a few hours before looking like she had been in a war, so she couldn't stay too long before the word got to the local police. Naturally she paid by cash but was getting short as most of her cash and belongings were burnt to a crisp on the side of a mountain. She picked up her phone and dialled.

"Hey boss, I'm all cleaned up and ready to move again, but I don't want to use my cards for obvious reasons so I need some cash." said Deborah knowing that they hide small amounts of cash and other useful items in various countries for just this kind of emergency.

"So ... I need to get to Germany and there is a cache there !" confirmed Deborah trying to figure out how to make a long journey to get cash without any cash.

"OK, thanks. I'll figure it out !" Deborah hung up. She was starving and decided to spend the last of her cash on a meal and then check-out. She went down stairs to the restaurant, sat down and thought about various 'grifting' techniques. She noticed a large group of people getting up at the next table and leaving a large pile of cash on top of the bill. Deborah waited until they left, swiped the cash and moved to the other side of the restaurant.

"Hey where did they go ?" asked a very angry waiter.

"I think I overheard them say they were going to their rooms to get some cash. " lied Deborah wondering if they had a CCTV system.

"OK, if they don't return soon I can find out which room reserved that table and add it to their room tab." said the waiter "What can I get for you ?"

"I'm still choosing." said Deborah estimating she had about ten minutes before they sussed her out.

"OK, I'll be back in a few minutes." said the waiter.

Deborah waited until he was out of sight, got up and checked out of the hotel. She found the nearest clothes shop and went in. She selected the cheapest dress from the mark-down rack, went to the changing room and put it on. She went to the check-out counter.

"I'll take it ... and could you cut the label off, please. Oh and could I have a bag to put my old clothes in ?" said Deborah.

The lady at the counter pulled out some scissors, cut off the label, took the cash, laid a plastic bag on the counter and handed Deborah the receipt. She turned around to put the cash in the register.

"Thanks. Bye !" said Deborah swiping the scissors and walking out. She soon found a train station and went to the ladies toilet. She gave herself a severe haircut with the scissors and walked out into the main station area. She got a ticket with her new wad of cash and waited for the train.

After a few hours, Deborah was back in the UK and she made her way to Safe House 2. She had a long bath and thought about the previous days. She got out, got dried, got dressed in some new clothes and went down stairs. She went to the safe and got a new burner phone for herself. To protect the location of the safe house, she left and walked a few hundred yards down the road before she turned the phone on. She texted the two men her new number and got a message back. She had to go to one of the workshops to pick up her new car.

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