Bad Jack hunkered down in the disused factory. They’d never find him here.
The Lady in Black looked at the back door of the disused factory. The Revolutionary Hero looked at the front. What we’ll do, they thought, is outflank him and then open the door and skewer him from all sides.
As the Lady in Black skirted the left side she came into sight of the Brick Lane Anarchists who, in a revolutionary change of tactics, charged them full tilt. Despite lacking uniforms, or much in the way of clothing in some cases, the Ladies of the Forty Elephants formed a firing line and gunned down Nasty Nick. At that moment, Bad Jack exploded out of the factory and grabbed Psycho Sid, Both sides, quite unprepared for the size of Bad Jack in the flesh, decided on a guided tour of anywhere else leaving Psycho Sid to discuss the relative merits of psychotic disorders with Jack.
Miss Blondie. on the right, lead her troops into cover as the Revolutionary Hero lowered himself by trying to gun them down. Tiring of this he then lead his men, in a revolutionary change of tactics, in a headlong charge. Soon, earnest political discussions were under way; both sides concentrating on pointed remarks and penetrating arguments. The Brick Lane Anarchists were an equal opportunities employer. The Forty Elephants were not and intended this to be a closed shop.
Gert Scully, tasked with frying Jack, cautiously opened the back door and peeked in. She wiped her brow. What a disappointment that Bad Jack hadn’t made it to the appointment. Most of the doors and windows on the left suddenly burst open as she was joined by the Lady In Black and chums. The front doors burst open and the Brick Lane Anarchists’ shotguns opened proceedings. Gert lit up two of their lives with a Brick Lane bottle. In a revolutionary change of tactics, the Anarchists charged into the factory.
Outside, psycho Sid and Bad Jack were still engaged in meaningful dialogue. Nobody seemed to be paying them any attention. Inside, female emancipation was making strident strides, usually over the lukewarm body of the opposition. On the right, the Revolutionary Hero’s tightly argued communist manifesto fell to pieces when Miss Orange took his pips out. The Political Commissar appeals to his fellow men increasingly fell on deaf ears. He knew his chaps should keep their ears to the ground, but lying horizontally was taking it to ridiculous lengths.
Psycho Sid conceded defeat in the battle of lost wits. Bad Jack smashed his way back into the factory into the back of Basher Bill. Basher beat a hasty retreat and ran out only to be trampled beneath a passing, petticoat parade. With the Brick Lane Bunglers now playing their own version of “If one green bottle should accidentally fall…”, the Political Commissar yielded to inexorable, Marxist logic and surrendered when the odds fell to twelve to two.
Bad Jack stabbed Miss Velvet in the back so Gert covered him with petrol and threw him a cigarette. The girls backed off. As Jack lacked the brains to put the flames out, sooner or later the git would fry.
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