Silver Service

Jay moved along the corridor muttering to himself.
Somehow, in a way that completley baffled him, Trisee's had managed to get
the team full of every single crew member with any slight talent.
What Jay had ended up with was a guy from the local Indian Takeaway, who'd
recently delivered lunch, someone from the launderette, one of the cinema's
box office staff, a store assistant from the Promenade's branch of Dixons
and Efof.
The takeaway worker at least had a fork he could stab people with...
"Ok guys.." he whispered.."We're not far from where Chris and Jack are being
held...heads up, eyes open, stay sharp"
The team nodded, not that they really new the meaning of "alert"
"What are you doing?" Jay asked the launderette worker.
"Textin' me mate!" she said
Jay smacked the mobile out of her hands.
"Would you stop smeggin' off? You could get killed!"
The mobile started to move across the floor as it's vibrate function kicked
in, and the Nokia S.O.S. tone beeped as the phone receieved a text message
in response.
"Smeg...." Jay muttered.
A Welsh guard heard it, and promptly rounded the corner with three
colleagues, pointing guns at Jay, Efof and the Dixon's staff member.
"Lower your weapons" said the guard who had his gun aimed at Jay "Or I'll
shoot you I will!"
Jay, realising that he and Efof being the only ones with gun's needed to
comply, or someone in his rabble were going to be killed. He nodded to Efof
to drop his gun, they then both raised their hands.
What happened next, took Jay more by surprise than anything in his life had
surprised him before. Waking up to find himself in the body of Rio Lomaz,
the late pilot, had been less surprising, coming face to face with himself,
had been moderately less shocking. In fact, he was probably less stunned,
when Ket told him he was the son of Dr. Cerebrum for a laugh.
What happened was this. A knife, fork and oddly, a spoon, each embedded
themselve's into a different the forehead of each of the three Welsh guards,
they all dropped to the floor instantly.
"The smeg?" asked Jay to noone in particular as he and Efof retrieved their
weapons, and took those of the guards.
He turned, to see the Indian takeaway worker whipping out a tea-towel, then
retrieve the utensils, and polish them.
"You..." Jay said "Did this?..."
"I have worked in catering for 35 years" replied the man "I am a black belt,
in "silver service""
"Obviously..."
"Are we there yet?" asked Efof, fidgeting.
"Just 'round this corner..." said Jay, checking his map.
He turned the corner, and sure enough, found the cells. He peered through
the slit in one door, and saw Chris and Jack both huddled up to themselves
on opposite sides. It was obvious they'd been tortured.
"Guys!" he said "Hang tight...we're gonna get you outta here..."
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