Satire – Tomcat Tompkins – 126

Once the vehicle had left, Mr. Steeple took out a revolver and insisted that Tompkins and Filly leave the house. Mandrake and James The Younger went ahead and unlocked the door of the shed. Tompkins and Filly were marched into the back garden and bundled inside the low building with its thick wooden walls and black tarmacked roof. Daisy was sitting with a gag in her mouth and her hands tied tightly behind her. The door was locked, and two men were detailed to guard the captors until their leader returned from the hospital.

Filly took a knife and cut the cords whilst Tompkins removed the gag.

“I am so pleased to see you both,” said Daisy wringing her hands to get the circulation going again.

“It’s good to see you, Daisy, but I think you’ll find we won’t be in here very long, “said Tompkins giving her a big hug. He explained how Ingram and Evans had been part of the ambulance team.

Suddenly, there was a slight scuffle from the front of the shed and then silence. The key was placed in the door and a familiar face looked inside. He held a gun.

“Well, well, well,” said Dr. Black looking around, “what do we have here. A Tomcat and his wife and a little helper. Out you come.” He waved the gun to emphasize the point.

Daisy took a sharp intake of breath. There were two bodies lying on the ground.

“Two more to add to the contagion,” said Filly, “that makes 10.”

Daisy looked blank.

“I’ll explain later,” said Filly, touching Daisy on the arm, “if there is a later.”

“So, who are you working for, Dr. Black?” asked Tompkins, his dander well and truly up.

“I work for a government organisation,” said Dr. Black.

“Which government – Poland? Slovakia? Bulgaria? Russia, surely not Russia?”

“No, none of those, Mr. Tompkins.”

“Well, which one, Slovenia, Serbia, er, oh where else is there?”

Published by Julian Worker

Julian was born in Leicester, attended school in Yorkshire, and university in Liverpool. He has been to 94 countries and territories and intends to make the 100 when travel is easier. He writes travel books, murder / mysteries and absurd fiction. His sense of humour is distilled from The Marx Brothers, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. His latest book is about a Buddhist cat who tries to help his squirrel friend fly further from a children's slide.

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