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Apologies for the delays. What with getting GWX3 out and Christmas itself, and all...
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Act 7: Feet Off The Desk Please'
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"Nice truck you got here, Goose" Maverick marveled as he admired the interior of the cab he'd climbed up into.
"It's like a home away from home isn't it?" He suggested, grappling under the seat for the height adjustment handle so he could see out properly*
(*That is not a suggestion on the authors part that Maverick is in any way short' or vertically challenged it is merely a narrative action by the character, and let's be honest something we all do when we get into a new car or truck')
Goose nodded as he punched co-ordinated into the Sat Nav screen.
"Where we going?" asked Maverick.
"We've got a few more pick ups to make along the way, so I'd get comfy if I were you" Goose explained.
"So where we headed first?" Asked Maverick.
"Australia" replied Goose, nonchalantly.
"AUSTRALIA?!" spluttered Maverick. The Sausage Casserole waiting at home was a goner for sure.
"Yup. Australia. I did suggest you get comfy.
Maverick shuffled around and stretched his legs in an attempt to settle.
"Okey Dokey partner! Let's get these steel wheels a rollin' and hit them highways ol' buddy!" Maverick said, adopting a peculiar Deep South twang.
As they eventually rolled into a smallish town in Australia, Maverick having managed to hum the theme tune to Smokey and the Bandit' all the way overland from the UK, without turning his view away from the road ahead, Goose spoke through teary eyes :
"Maverick"
"Yup"
"Would you put your bare feet on the coffee table in a friend's sitting room?"
"Er, goodness no. Why?"
"Can you take the soles of your feet off the windscreen, they'll leave marks"
"Oh. Sure can"
"Thanks Maverick"
"Goose?"
"Uh Huh"
"Sorry about the feet thing"
"No worries. Say Mav, know any other good movie theme tunes?" asked Goose as he gripped the wheel tightly and silently prayed.
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Meanwhile, some many days previously, the gleaming bright yellow Ferrari Enzo growled through the deserted streets of Berlin just as the sun was beginning to rise. Messervy had arrived.
Having found the post socialistic apartment block he had been instructed to go to by the Moderators he turned off the engine with a sigh. It had been a drive of a lifetime and he hoped get to drive it back again.
The instructions he found in the Enzo simply read, "3118". Messervy assumed it was the apartment number and he headed for it, camera bag over his shoulder.
"3115, 3116, 3117, here we are - 3118" He spoke allowed as he walked the corridor. It was then that he realised he had no key to get in and began to read through the instructions left in the Enzo again when the door opened in front of him.
"Hi. You must be Messervy" said a voice. I was just cleaning up. I do the Moderators Lounge, and they asked me to pop over and spruce things up for you. Come inside and make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, just call me" she said smiling, as she left.
She seemed like a nice girl.
Messervy got to work immediately, and set up his equipment. Having studied the satellite terrain images that the Ubi Moderators had had printed on an enormous scale that hung on the walls he was able to zero in on Celeon's apartment. In the darkness, he focussed the uber long range lens until the Budgerigars inside Celeon's apartment seemed so close he could reach out and he could stroke them himself.
Using the lens he roamed around through the windows until he found his target, Celeon himself. After watching him for several minutes, Messervy could only muster one sentence...
"Celeon! You filthy dirty little man!"...
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Those of you who are following this, please accept my apologies! I have been very remiss, and busy of late!Please what comes next?
I will get the next thrilling chapter posted up over the next few days.
I'll tease you with this for now....
Goose and Maverick are about to arrive in PB's home town to pick him up. Trouble is, nobody will tell us where he is!
Is PB being protected by overly suspicious neighbours, wary of newcomers to the town?
Find out soon!
Tottie-Alaaaaarm! 
