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We saw his defiance and walked over extruding malice with every step. No one in this room cares what you think. You will do what you are told or I'll make you suffer! Just remember this, you don't know what pain is until you have felt it from me. And that was the moment when he stopped protesting. His defiance evaporated. His rage instantly transformed into a frozen expression of terror.
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Fire and Explosions
Blame Ball
Jeremy McHarry
Fire and Explosions / 2nd of series: Blame Ball / By Jeremy McHarry
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198826715
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing!
Chapter One
He entered the restaurant and noticed only four of the tables occupied, which heightened his suspicions that something had happened to scare the customers away. He continued to casually glance round until the waitress greeted him. She was a typical Javanese girl in her late teens and reminded Rere of his daughter. ‘Yes a nice quiet table for one’ then he slipped her a 500 Rupiah note into her hand. The effect was immediate and he received a beautifully smile in return. This was probably the largest tip she had ever received which meant she would personally look after him and hopefully talk.
She sat him at a small table in the corner and was about to give him a menu when he said, ‘You order for me and, I’ll have a Bintang beer.’ Rere watched her turn away and slip the note into her bra before disappearing into the kitchen. He knew she would have no choice but to keep such a large tip secret or be forced to give most of it to her boss. While he was waiting he watched the other dinners and saw they were all middle-aged couples and clearly not military types. He relaxed a little after he decided that there was no indication of undercover military men in the restaurant or outside in the street. After a few minutes the waitress returned with her broad smile, with a beer in hand and filled his glass without delay.
‘It’s very quiet tonight. My friend said this was a very busy restaurant and I would have difficulty getting a table,’ ventured Rere.
She smiled again ‘It’s been very quiet over the last two weeks’ then she turned and walked away clearly not wanting to talk about it.
Rere pulled out a 1000 Rupia note and waited for the girl to return with his meal. She returned with another huge smile on her face with a plate of Rendang with Nasi. She bent down to place the meal on the bamboo place mat so Rere discretely showed her the note. Her eyes widened with a smile instantly appearing on her face then she glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking, fortunately she decided no one was.
‘What happened two weeks ago to make your customers stay away?’
The girl suddenly paused, ‘you police?’ Rere shook his head.
‘If I tell! Big trouble from boss! He said we say nothing, being bad for customers’ whispered the girl.
Rere pulled out a 5000 Rupiah note and discretely showed her then palmed it away like a magician ‘If you tell me it’s yours.’
She once again she glanced over her shoulder and whispered, ‘not here. The boss is closing early tonight. Straight after the last customer leaves I’ll meet you around corner. You have a car?’ He nodded then she quickly walked off.
After he paid the bill he slipped her another 500 Rupiah as a further enticement before he left to wait in his car. An hour later he saw the staff leave the restaurant with a lone figure cautiously walking down the dark street. Rere flashed his penlight. The figure ran towards him when she reached the car she opened the door and quickly climbed in ‘Go! Quickly before anyone sees me.’
Rere started his car and did a U-turn and drove down the road for a hundred metres before he turned his lights on. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked.
‘Not far from here, you hungry?’ asked Rere.
She nodded. Twenty minutes later they pulled up beside a little restaurant in Matraman, which was owned by Rere’s cousin.
Foreign Affairs Office Canberra, January 1998.
Charles Blunt walked down the corridor towards the Minsters’ office and saw Brian Morris coming from the other end of the corridor. Both of them reached the door at the same time. ‘Charles I hope you have good news’ whispered Brian. The pressure of not knowing if his career was about to sink like the Titanic was finally beginning to show.
Charles just gave him a slight nod and followed the ministers’ hatchet man into the office.
The Minister for Feign Affairs looked up as the door opened, on seeing the Director General followed by Brian, he leaned back in his chair and waited for the door to close before he asked the question the only question mattered. ‘Well Charles do you finally have some news about Abdi Reza?’ as he gesture towards the seat.
Charles moved around the chair and sat before he answered with a smile ‘I have been informed that he was followed to the restaurant by BAKIN who were waiting for our agent to arrive. When that didn’t happen he tried to escape and was hit by a speeding car. He was killed. We have also confirmed that the Indonesians have no idea who he was working for and not from the lack of trying. Minster I can assure you this incident is closed. If you hear anything from the Indonesia’s it will be a fishing expedition.’
The Minister glanced at Brian who nodded back ‘Good! Now where are we up to in getting a replacement? The Prime Minster is concerned about the IMF negotiation and the possible flow on effects towards Australia. He wants to know what Suharto is thinking so I told him I would find out.’
‘Minister we’re working as quickly as we can. I have a technical team setting up a communications system for McKennzie. The rest of his team has been selected and will depart for Jakarta in a few days’ replied Charles.
