Bjorn This Way: A Bjorn Trilogeé Adventure

Chapter Three

Bjorn found himself sitting in the back of the large cargo plane, he noticed several bags marked "U.S.Mail" he knew it wasn't a good sign. The plane had hoisted the rope up on a winch and towed it up to a large open cargo door in the rear. Bjorn was ushered into a small interior room by several men wearing breathing helmets and jumpsuits. He had just vomited, his ears just popped and was almost just murdered, and he knew the day was just going to get worse.

The small undecorated room contained several lawn chairs and cheap plastic fold out table. It had a box featuring several varieties of donuts, though chocolate glazed was suspiciously missing. Bjorn hadn't eaten in a while so he grabbed a few to await the bad news. He looked over at one-eyed assassin Femmy LaBush. He tried to think of something clever to say.

"Donut?" He said holding the box out to her but she didn't reply and went back to cleaning her sniper rifle. Bjorn could only wonder if his intonation of the two syllables "donut" sounded like a question or more as a statement of fact. The word donut would haunted for days to come repeated over and over again in his head. Of course they are donuts! Why did he say anything at all? Bjorn noticed she had a bag with three loaves of french bread sticking out of them. He was going to bring it up but she was really not in the mood to talk to him.

Bjorn ate another donut, maybe she wouldn't notice how boring he was if he was too busy eating. He leaned back in the uncomfortable chair and looked over at the ticking clock on the wall. The second hand moved and then slid back to where it started, the clock was broken and all it could do was making the ticking sound endlessly. The gentle hum of the plane's engine reverberated throughout the room. Bjorn was staring at the wall and noticed it was covered in blood, something he hadn't previously noticed which is weird seeing as he is usually pretty observant. He saw a large brown cow eating the entrails of a man wearing a black tuxedo. In the chair next to him sat a corpse with a centipede crawling out of his eye socket. Next to the box of donuts was the head of man with a perfectly trimmed mustache and a very debonaire hair cut, in fact everything about man's head was exquisitely groomed except for the esophagus and blood oozing out from his neck.

"This is bloody fucked up isn't it ,mate?" Said the head in a charming British accent.

Bjorn awoke in shock, he looked around the boring grey room. Femmy took the time to look up for half a second from cleaning her gun to see what Bjorn was doing but instantly lost interest and went back to her sniper rifle. Bjorn hoped she didn't notice him falling asleep, though the stream of drool leading from his mouth onto his shirt was a dead give away.

The room had two doors, the one they entered in and another one directly in front of Bjorn. The door opened and a tall curvaceous blond wiggled her way through.

"Okay, you can come in now, The boss wants to talk to you" She said in a nasally voice.

Bjorn got up from his chair and brushed himself down, trying to make himself look slightly presentable. He followed the blonde as she sashayed through the door , her butt moving back and forth like a metronome. Femmy grabbed her guns and came along with them. They entered a nicely furnished room with a large wooden desk situated in the center with a large stuffed grizzly bear holding an american flag in the corner.

"I say, I say, son lets not run away this time" Said General Muhdeer sitting in his fine Corinthian leather chair. "Take a seat, can I offer you a libation? That's a drink, son"

"No thanks" Said Bjorn trying to display as little emotion as possible. He wasn't surprised that it was Frank Lee Muhdeer on the plane but he was still annoyed by it. He took a seat across from the desk, Femmy sat silently next to him. They were very nice chairs.