X Faction Soldiers

X Faction Soldiers - Part 2

X Faction Soldiers – Part 2

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Randian sighs loudly.

“So what’s the plan?”

Indy snatches the cigarette from my hand, and I in turn snatch the bottle from his and drink the remaining drops.

“We pack the car with explosive goodies and block the road right?” Indy asks

“No way” Brass responds, turning to Indy, “It’s too small to block the road, and the car would be seen from miles away. This is the only stretch of road between the city and the bypass, it’s the only choke spot we have. If the van makes it to the bypass, it’s gone. If we stop it before it gets to the bridge, it will divert. We need to stop it right where it is”

“So we stop it then yeah?” Brain states wearily.

“Thanks Brain” Randian says patting him on the back, “that was an excellent contribution to the operation.”

Brain, seemingly unaware of the mockery, smiles broadly, before his eyes once again drift off into the ether.

“I’ve taken the liberty of planting a number of party balloons in strategic locations around the outer city that will all detonate at 2am on the dot. There will be numerous calls to the emergency services at this time. This will direct all of the police to locations away from the choke point. So there will be no unwanted guests at our party.” Brass grins.

Randian nods in appreciation.

“There’s no risk they’ll go off too early or too late?” Indy asks.

Indy had become something of a bomb connoisseur over the years, and had some skill in making effective time-delays.

“Not a chance” Brass responds “they’re all made by Cuckoo himself.”

“Really?” Indy’s face lights up “I lived in a squat with him a couple of years ago, his bombs are fucking lethal!”

Cuckoo was known to many in X faction circles as being an expert bomb maker, partly owing to his obsessive compulsive disorder, and a need for perfection in everything he made. Such desire for meticulous precision seemed contradictory to the chaotic cause to which his bombs were applied.

“They’re not that big, but they’ll raise a few heartbeats, enough to stir some shit up.” Brass responds to Indy, “I had him make me an extra-large depth charge for the main event. This one is connected to a mobile phone. It’s under the manhole lid under the bridge. It will detonate when I call it.”

“Ring ring boom!” Brain laughs vacantly.

Pogo slaps him viciously across the back of the head, causing him to stumble away in fear.

“I also have a homemade stinger in the boot of the car. It’s a rack of nails on a timber board” Brass continues.

“We’ll hide in the bushes at the side of the road, wait until the van approaches, then throw the stinger out to burst its tyres. If my estimations are correct, the van will grind to a halt right over the manhole lid, then we detonate the depth charge.”

Randian shakes his head slowly.

“Cash in transit vans have run-on-flat tires, made from extra durable Kevlar netted rubber” Randian chimes in, “your stinger won’t even make a dent, and even if it does, it won’t grind to a halt, it will keep moving!”

“Have you ever stopped one before Randian?” Brass says, poking Randian in the chest.

“No but-”