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him on either side. The woman, who seemed a bit older, was seated
in a green velvet chair with her back to us. The Omniraja saw us and
perked up. Happy to see the new shipment coming in, he now spoke
to her in a calmer voice. “Apparently, someone spotted you and
tipped off airport security, leading to your arrest. Luckily no one
believed it and you were let off. But how is it that anyone would finger
youfor this kind activity?”
“Beats me. Anyway, thanks for getting me out of prison. Those
Irish jails are unfit for a woman like me, let me tell you…” She turned
around in her chair to greet us. “Oh, hi.”
Our eyes met.
“Jack! Why, what are you doing here?”
“I…I…uh…” I stammered.
“You know this man?” the Omniraja said to her.
It was her, all right. She was wearing my ring.
“Why, yes. He sat next to me on the flight into Ireland! He even
donated this beautiful diamond ring to our cause. I was just about to
tell you about that, Omniraja.”
“That’s not true! You fucking stole it!” I screamed angrily.
“What the fuck is going on?” said Yippee nervously. Just then, a
security guard barged in the room with the four half-naked delivery
men. “Omniraja! Omniraja! These men are impostors!” shouted the
security guard. “They have substituted one of your tanks with
poison!”
“Shit!” grumbled Yippee. “What happened to Joe?”
The answer to that question became apparent when a
lumbering, Joe Fortune was lead into the office by another security
guard, a machine gun to his back.
“Now sonny,” said Madge. “First you molest me on the plane,
and then you attempt an assassination! You should be ashamed of
yourself!” The guards detained and led us out of the room, rifles
wedged deep into our spines.
“You’re sick.” said Yippee as we were being manhandled, “Even
Iwouldn’t touch her.”
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