by Justin King
While everyone just stood there fumbling for their weapons, they had not noticed Ex-Officer King's entrance. It had been carefully planned for some weeks now, but didn't come off correctly. Olwena and Claudetta had been 'hired' to help jazz up the entrance, with their bizarre fumblings that somehow passed as lesbian sex show.
King had been planning to sack off his pathetic attempt at being the Law, so that he could attempt a more challenging role. He had always wanted to be a pimp. He had in his time as a police, meet all the best animators and tricksters in Soho. He was going to pimp all his tricks to the FX houses, and the one he wanted to get most was "Aldis and more..."
His entrance with the two lesbians was his calling card. But somehow all this didn't matter, for now he was standing in the middle of the room, with Olwena and Claudetta bare chested and kneeling at his side, with their arms waving around in the air. As if this was not odd enough that he had even managed to get Olwena and Claudetta to do this, was that now everyone was staring at him, or so he thought.
Still thinking that he was the Law, Chinnington and B Spline, they almost dog-like, handed over the large fish they had had as concealed weapons, and gave them to King. This sent Mik into one of his famous rages, reaching for the fish, he proceeded to violently beat Chinnington and B Spline. They actually seamed to enjoy it. Something tells me that they used to beat each other senseless at night just for the fun.
Vink was still just staring blankly at what seamed nothing, but using telepathy I looked at the world though his eyes. He was staring at Edwina. I felt his lust. Edwina was indeed staring back at him. This perplexed me that two psychotic people could share a moment that was so tender.
Mik was still beating the Lord and B Spline, when he stopped, paused and with refreshed vigor looked at Vink, and started on him. Vink woke up from his lust filled stupor, pointed at the two producers and the animator, and said "Mik are you going to just let them stand there and not work while the rest of us have it out?" It was indeed a good point. Time was not be wasted at any cost, and this logo job would pull "Aldis and more..." from the brink of bankruptcy. Mik forgot about beating Vink, and kicked the animator in the shines, and told him that he would have to work until morning. The poor animator, thought King, if he were one of my tricks I wouldn't let him get treated like that.
King and the girls who were still waving their hands, were still in the middle of the room. He snapped his fingers and the girls moved to together and somehow he managed to get onto their shoulders. Then King let out one of the loudest, wettest farts, and the room fell silent. The smell did one thing and one thing only. Replace the smell of dead fish with a mixture of chicken vindaloo and Onion bagji. A smell King as quite used to. He saw this as a good time to reacquaint himself with more other animators he had not snared yet. He started handing out his new cards. A task he enjoyed, because he was telling people that he wasn't the Law anymore. He felt like he was washing his soul. Getting a fresh start, if fresh was a would that could ever be leveled at King.
The funny think about King being the Law was that he got to know everyone, and got good at turning a blind eye at stuff that was bad, but now King was acting like he really cared when he hand me his card. It was hand written, and roughly cut, from what I could just work out that is must have been made from part of a box of Coco pops. It had his number on it, which I memorized and then forgot.
When Robbo was handed one, he sort of half woke up, registering that he had just been given a days supply of roach material. He didn't care what King had put on it or the loving care that and time it had taken him to make. He thanked him and stated rolling up again.
King was just about to hand his card to Soren "the Dog" when Quattro Formaggio, Half Fat, Benethy De Blanc all shouted, "Don't do it!" Although I had thought that they were just playing with the fake light saber, they were indeed astute and didn't miss anything. Anyway I had never seen three grown men look so scared. "He can't take cardboard anymore, it makes him go ... well .. how do we say.. He becomes a savage beast, and it would be likely that we would all die. Sponk. Sping." Said Bethany.
King scoffed at the notion that a child animator could become so savage. It was at that moment, that King made the fatal error in this now tragic tail. He gave Soren the rest of his cards, about 3 cereal boxes worth. Within seconds Soren had eaten then all looking like a Lion eating his catch. Soren suddenly grew about 5 feet, and turned paler. Now he looked like a normal animator, or at least one that had been locked away for a while doing the same logo job over and over again, crossed with a rugby prop forward.
He knocked King out of the way, and moved over to Quattro Formaggio, Half Fat, Benethy De Blanc, and with one swing of his large forearm had knocked them out of the window.
The noise was now unbearable, and the animator piped up just a bit too much for Soren's liking, Soren quickly and with a skillful blow, known only by a master animator, broke the animator's neck. Everyone heard the crack.
It was then that Olwena and Claudetta remembered the whip and ropes King had asked them to bring 'for afters'. Soon they quickly got Soren under control, tied him up, and put him in the DS suite with the producers for some toys and food.
Mik was still shooting at the now dead animator, and had missed everything; Vink had been snared by Edwina, and were kissing. This was my time; I kicked Robbo and Olaf and nodded towards to Mik. Withdrawing our piping, a clean blow to Mik's head and then legs rendered him in some pain.
"Perrot I knew it was you all along. Even if I die, I don't own the company, I just think I do. It's a bunch of venture capitalists. They made me do it. They see some kind of future in 3D animation" Mik blurted, "You can take it over if you like but I'm the only one who knows how all these machines work". Mik had the systems so obscurely installed that even the a master sys admin would have nightmare running them without him, I thought to myself. Seeing the gloom of it all I decided we should leave and then gave the nod to Olaf, to hit Mik one more time, just for luck.
Vink had already skulked away with Edwina. King and the girls were still milling around, hoping to pimp an animator to Mik, now the other one was dead. I paused just before I closed the door, thought about what could have been, and then closed the door, walking out onto Old Compton Street. We walked up Dean Street, past all the bars, found our way to Grease Pizza. Pizza always made the boys and me better.
next week: Nothing planned. No, really.