Part 0800.0005

[soapdragon]

The revving of an engine reverberated round the yard as the dogs and handlers made their way up the track towards the makeshift prison. Approaching from the opposite direction the transit squealed to a halt outside the building just as Sophie's sister saw the distant flash of torches. 'Just in time' she growled as the driver burst through the door, a long scarf concealing his face and a woolly hat pulled low over his eyes.

 

'Right, boys, load the lovely ladies up' the evil Ms Pollo ordered 'we havn't got a moment to lose.' Beryl, Sophie, Jane, Florence and the others were manhandled roughly into the back of the Transit. Those still drugged were dragged unceremoniously. The doors slammed shut and the van took off at speed whilst the hapless captives were thrown around inside like peas in a whistle. With only a few musty smelling blankets to cushion their bumps and knocks they were soon groaning in pain as the driver tore away, heedless of his cargo's bumpy ride. Sophie's sister followed in their wake at the wheel of her Evoque, accompanied by two of her henchmen.

 

Phil, Georges, Sgt Wallis and the handlers heard the commotion and raced towards the building, arriving just as the tail lights of the vehicles dissapeard into the gloom. Sgt Wallis reached for his walkie talkie and just managed, between gaps for air, to radio in an update the situation to Inspector Proudfoot who was ensconced in the warmth of a patrol car back at the farm entrance. Soon reinforcements were on the way but the Transit had a head start and there was no way of telling which way the small convoy had gone once they got to the main road.

 

Phil noticed something on the ground by the door of the building. 'Look at this' he exclaimed. 'What've you got there then Phil?' enquired a still out of breath Sgt Wallis (whose gym membership had clearly lapsed some time previously) 'Ah yes, 'tis a tea bag' he exclaimed as Phil held out his hand to show off the 'evidence'. 'That can only mean one thing' gulped Phil 'They've got Beryl too!.'

[Alis girls]

A stunned silence followed as they surveyed the small bag of tea.

"By heck" muttered one of the younger constables who knew Beryl and her teapot " Old Bezza would never go anywhere without her tea"

One of the dogs coughed loudly - the young constable bent down and looked to see what was wrong - the dogs face was one of disgust - " hey lad whats that ?" he retrieved a soggy chewed teabag from the mutts mouth and then " OMG theres another and another - Bezza's leading us to them"

"How" said Phil - "look a trail of bags"

Beryl had always bought t bags in bulk - her worst nightmare was running out of TYphoo. "she must've grabbed a box when they got her - look more in the road"

 

The men and dogs started following the trail - graduallyt the distant between bags grew longer - signifying that Beryl wanted to make the bags last as long as possible.