La Inevitables

[TiniWini]

PROLOGUE

The night was cold, dark, and humid. A lone figure walking in the void of night, searching for a certain place to satisfy that person’s boredom for a couple of hours.

[[PUSSYCATS]]

“This place... Oh what the hell. As long as it would give me warmth, and possibly a little fun.”, the figure shrugged and hesitantly entered the sketchy looking bar.

Music. Loud music. It filled the air together with the stench of cigarette smoke, beer, sweat, and a familiar scent similar to bleach. It was THAT kind of place, not the kind of place to see this person just walk into without reason.

“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks, please”, the person wearing a long dark trenchcoat said, when someone spoke.

“So man, you go here often?” A drunk man, probably in his early 20’s, looking for someone to score with, no matter who, apparently due to the intoxication he is under.

“No. Get lost.”, the mysterious person said.

“Hell, I won’t get lost! I’ll talk to whoever I want!”

The man, furious, pulls out what seemed to be his weapon, a Sig Sauer pistol, aimed at the person’s head.

“Heh. Don’t mess with me. I AM GOD!”

BANG!

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01
SIMONE LA CROIX

“Didn’t seem like God to me, eh miss...?.” another dark figure said, emerging from the darkness.

“You don’t seem to care, either.”, she replied, pulling down her cloak.
“You must be Mueller.”

“And you must be La Croix. Hans Mueller, at your service. And your name?”

“La Croix. Simone La Croix.”

“It is an honor, madame. Allons, let us get out of here, before the cops arrive. Vite!”

The two assailants fled the bar amidst the chaos until the sound of sirens faded away into the city.

“If I may, madame, but what could be the reason for such a fine person such as yourself to visit London?”

“Why should I tell an etundiant non boursier of my mission?”

“Ah, but alas, I may not be who you think I am, madame. So please, the password for the mission?”

“There are vermin I have to take care of.”

“Vermin, you say? Ha! Madamoiselle, there be a lot of vermin these parts of town. You might want to come with me to the safehouse. You will be briefed further on this.”

From London, it was an hour’s drive to the borough of Ashford, in Kent. They drove until they arrived at their safehouse, right in front of the famous Liquid Pub.

“Freres d’armes! She has arrived.” Hans said, as everyone caught a glimpse of Simone, when suddenly, out of the blue, one of them approached Simone, pointing at her intently.

“You... monstre sans pitie!”, the man exclaimed.

“I remember you. You were working for that man, La Roux, back in Langres, the man whose mansion I gallantly made a mark on.”, Simone said confidently.

“A mark? You turned the mansion into a pile of rubble!”, the man screamed at La Croix, muttering curses every now and then.

“Hush hush. All is past, we are all of the same side now, oui? Now let’s get on to business.” Hans said, as he pulled out a map of the area.

“This should be fun”, chuckled Simone as she sees the map labeled ‘BOMB TARGETS’, with markers in the London Mall and the Parliament, among many other landmarks.

“Yes, and this time, we’ll make sure your ‘vermin’ stay dead.”

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02
THE ASHFORD RAID

“So that’s the plan, gents.” Hans said as he rolled up the maps.
“Any questions?”

“Who gets to shoot the target?” one man said.

“I shoot the target. Whoever else shoots the target will get my personal greeting, to the head.” La Croix explains, as the whole room grows silent with fear.

“Alright, now that’s settled, you all get a full night’s rest. We wouldn’t want anyone getting an early retirement tomorrow, now do we?”

BANG BANG BANG! The doors explode as multiple personnel storm into the safehouse.

“BRITISH SAS! NOBODY MOVE!” the men clad in black armor armed with automatic weapons all yelled.

“La Croix, with me, vite, vite!” Hans whispered as he pointed to a secret passageway in the basement.

They get into the passage and seals the entrance just in time as the special service team storms the house.

“Where are they? Please do tell.” one of them asks.
“We do not know what you are talking about, kind sir.”
“LIES! WHERE ARE THEY?”
“No one’s talking, sir.”
“Then they are no longer needed for this investigation.”

Silence. Nothing was heard of any of them until a few seconds later.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
“HA! TALK! TELL US WHERE THEY ARE!”

“Never.”

“As always, the French are stubborn asses.” concluded the team leader as no one else is heard but the whispers of silenced submachine guns and bodies falling to the ground.

Back in the tunnel, where Hans, Simone, and another woman hid, the three find themselves under the streets of Ashford, hearing policemen scouting the streets, scouring the entire town, in search for the three fugitives.

“Is it over, mon frere?” the woman, Patricia Le Clair, asked.
“No, ma soeur. It has only began.”

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03
TRIFECTA

The shuffling cars in The Mall, tourists taking pictures of Buckingham Palace, and the streets riddled with police officers of French and English orders. Such is the life in this part of town, now that the three remaining members of the La Resistance Royale are on the run.

Night falls on London the next day, and rain or shine, for better or for worse, the plan goes through, albeit 6 members short.

“No. We will continue our mission, oui?” Simone said.
“Ah, the infamous Simone La Croix. No wonder such reputation you have. You stop at nothing to complete your mission.” Patricia smirked, as she confidently said that in a silly tone.

The pub at Palmer Street, aptly named Adam and Eve, is a popular destination for teens and kids to hangout in, to experience what it really feels like drinking in a pub. Irish songs playing on the speakers, Manchester United on the telly, and countless kids getting pissed at cheap beer.

“The coast is clear, mes chers. Let us go.” Hans whispered.

The trio, armed with nothing more than a few silenced handguns and a few hundred pounds of plastic explosives, disguised as backpackers, casually walked past the guards of their designated target building and managed to sneak into the service entrance, which was surprisingly unguarded.

“Did I not say the coast is clear?” Hans asked the two girls.
“Are there not supposed to be guards here, mon frere?” Patricia asked.
“Interesting clean-up. Ditch the truck, Mueller.” Simone added.
“Keen observation skills, mon ami. But alas, the truck I dumped the bodies into has been driven off into the basement parking lot.” Hans explained.

Simone and Patricia checked the area once more to check for guards.

“Good. Let’s do this.”

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04
THE FIRST ACT

The interior of the Westminster Palace is a majestic sight. Seemingly endless pillars and the very evident gothic era architecture holding the entire place up for almost a thousand years.

And as the trio make their way into the central supporting pillars, to strap a little less than a hundred pounds of explosives onto each of them, they encounter a snag in the plan.

“How do you manage we get these things blown up?” Patricia asked, which made Hans and Simone look at each other with clueless looks.

“La merde. How do we detonate these?” Simone nagged Hans.
“Simple, mes amis. We use this cellphone.” Patricia said.
“Le magnifique, Patricia. You are a genius!” Simone added.

Nine hundred fifty pounds of high-grade C4 plastic explosives, strapped onto sixteen of the forty-four central pillars of the Westminster Palace, spaced strategically for maximum damage was placed and ready for detonation. The trio made it back outside, to a safe distance of fifty meters from the palace grounds.

“So, who’s making the call?” Hans asked.
“Oh! A phone call for me! Let me answer that.” Simone tapped on the DIAL button on her cellphone as they watched the palace at a distance.

BAM! BAM! B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-BAM!

All sixteen explosions were heard throughout the immediate vicinity of the palace as it goes up in flames, slowly crumbling down from the roof down.

Hans was watching the explosion when Patricia noticed Simone missing.

“HANS! Where is Simone?”
“Wasn’t she with you all this time...? Oh. She’s cool like that.”

Simone is seen walking casually away from the blast zone, like those action stars they see in the movies, when they hear something that quite isn’t in the plan.

KRRRRRRRRSHHHH----!

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05
A KINGDOM AWAITS

London at night is bustling with activity. Cars shuffling on the streets, tourists wander around taking pictures of the sights, the London Eye constantly moving and making sure the tourists see London from a better point of view, and the crumbling of the Westminster Palace and the surrounding area to top it all off.

KRRRRRRRRSHHHH----!

“What the hell is that?” Hans looks around for the source of that strange sound.
“Big... Ben...” Patricia mutters.
“What about Big...?” Hans asks when he sees the Big Ben, the eight-hundred-year old clock tower about to collapse onto them.
“COURIR! VITE! VITE!” Hans yells.
“Yes! Running seems like a good idea.” Simone said while watching the tower made of nothing but stone and steel crash down onto the street before them.

The Westminster Palace is completely leveled, and the Big Ben crashes onto the famous Bridge Street. The clock tower itself is known as the Big Ben, but alas, what is originally known as the Big Ben, the thirteen-ton iron-cast bell that was the biggest bell in the world when it was made, in 1859. But get a thirteen-ton solid iron bell and throw it, and you get a really really big cannonball.

As the Big Ben falls like a tree freshly chopped down, the Big Ben, the huge bell within, gets dislodged and thrown out at least thirty meters east of the clock tower, almost right into the famous Westminster Bridge, or so everyone thought.

The bell was thrown out near to the foot of the bridge, making the entire west side of the three-hundred-year old bridge crumble and collapse almost instantly, sending cars and double-decker buses careening into the Thames River. And whilst all that is happening, the trio made their way out of London and are looking for other places to settle into.

“So, what now?” Patricia said.
“Yes, mon ami. What of your mission?” Hans added.
“And now? We make a king.” Simone replied.
“What? How do you plan to...?” Patricia answered.
“Make a king... Oh no. No. I may be German and hate this country, but no...” Hans answered.
“What?” Patricia, now confused.
“Are you going to stop me?” Simone asked Hans.
“No.”
“What’s going on?” The confusing turn of events is too much for Patricia.
“Good.”
“But if you really want to, I shall help.” Hans concluded.
“What the hell is going on?!”

“Patricia, mes chere, to make a King, one must first kill the Queen.”

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06
MISHAEL BEAUMONT

*knock knock*

“What is it, Bertha?”

*knock knock*

“Madame Beaumont, you have guests.” the maid’s voice echoes through the hall as she knocks on her mistress’ door.

The door opened and a tall feminine figure emerged from the doorway. Beautiful from top to bottom, the mistress of the mansion heads to the central staircase of the beautifully made 18th century Victorian-style mansion to see who has come to see her.

“Beaumont. It’s been a long time.”

“I know that voice”, Madame Beaumont said.

“I am pretty sure you do, ma soeur.”

“Simone La Croix, the Resistance’s iron fist. What could I offer in return for your unexpected visit?” Madame Beaumont confidently says.

“My apologies, dear. We have come to seek refuge.” Simone replied hesitantly.

“You know I have long left that life, Simone. Oui, I am successful now, away from La Resistance.” Madame Beaumont said in reply.

“Toutes mes excuses, ma soeur. You see, we are on the run.” Hans quipped.

“And I am guessing it was you who blew The Parliament up? Ha! Very well, you can stay. Bertha, please make our guests comfortable and show them to the guest rooms.”

“Yes madame.” the maid immediately replied.

Mishael Beaumont was a resistance fighter in the past. She used to fund the cause during the bloody silent war with the Sicilian Mafia in Paris. After which she followed her dream of being a world-class chef and owns a restaurant in Canterbury.

Night fell on the Beaumont Estate as the trio have tea with Beaumont. They tell her of what happened, and of the plans they have in the future.

“So let me get this straight. You were tasked by the CIA to do what?”
“To destroy Parliament.” Simone said.
“To make sure it looked like middle-easterners did it.” Hans added.
“With homemade plastic explosives.” Patricia said with a grin on her face.

“So in other words, they sent a group full of ex-paramilitary specialists to create a spark that would directly inject the Kingdom into the war?” Beaumont clarified.

“Yes. Mishael, with your help...” Simone said.
“With my help, what? What nothing. I am through with that life. And do not call me that. Call me Misha instead.”
“You will have no choice anyway as the government would conscript you into the war.”
“Zut alors. I’ll give you your bloody money, just make sure you don’t involve me in this mission you have. You need weapons? You will find everything you need in the basement.”

The basement level of the Beaumont mansion is a vast space, somewhat like a warehouse of sorts. Various European sports cars line the wall next to the off ramp going to the driveway. On the other side are weapons caches and ammunition dumps, enough to supply an army for a year.

“This will do... for now.” Simone concluded.