The take over 2011

While Bill was walking along the streets of Dublin, he heard a siren wailing in the darkness of the Ballymun streets.

He knew by then he should have taken a less populated street because the police would be watching to make sure everything was ok, because Ballymun was a rough place and he didn’t want to arouse suspicion.

But that was hard because he was wearing a leather jacket and a woolly hat and everyone else was wearing brightly coloured clothes. He was headed for a restaurant where he would be come a millionaire.

Chief Inspector Elroy was at the police station when Sergeant Archer came running in.
“Inspector Elroy! There’s been a major money transfer between Bill Corby and the Scorpias! Looks like your suspicions were correct, miss,” he added. 
“Yes, my suspicions are usually correct,” she said, trying not to boast too much.

Suddenly, all the power went out but a voice boomed out of the loudspeaker:
“Do not be alarmed, we mean you no harm.  We’re just going to throw you out of your building, and most of you will probably die.”
The loudspeaker cut out.
 
What happened next happened really quickly. There were gunshots and shouts. The sergeant and lieutenant were fighting madly! They saw the wimps being brought away and they saw the inspector pretending to fight. A couple of minutes later they saw her being brought away with the wimps. 

“I’m a brave inspector!” they heard her shout.
A few minutes later they heard shouts.
“Shoo, shoo!” the Scorpios were shooing the wimps away. The sergeant and the lieutenant finished off the rest of the Scorpios and ran on to find the boss.
                       
“We’re gonna lure those two idiots here.  Talk loudly, but say fake information so that they don’t know that we’re gonna blow up the nuclear weapons in Wales and that means Ireland and all of Britain will blow up!” 

But what that idiot didn’t know was that those two idiots were already listening in. They got on the phone to the Welsh police, but they couldn’t understand each other at all.
“What are we going to do? We’re going to die, die, die!” said the lieutenant hopelessly.

“Don’t be such a pessimist.  We could go in there and beat the crap out of them,” said the sergeant.
“Yeah, let’s go beat the crap out of a mini army, just the two of us,” said the lieutenant sarcastically.

But the sergeant had already gone in without the lieutenant realising! By the time the lieutenant had got himself together he had a really red cheek. He got up and went in. The sergeant was standing in the middle of the room, cleaning his knife.
“How did you- what did you- how?” he finally asked.  The sergeant just tapped the side of his nose.
                 
They were running along a corridor when the lieutenant became suddenly aware of something banging against his leg. He stuck his hand in and pulled out a mini pocketknife with a torch on the top. He turned it on. The sergeant stopped and turned around.
“Why the hell are you only putting that bloody thing on now?” he demanded.
“I didn’t know it was there until now,” he answered.
“And how long have we been here, exactly?” the  Sergeant asked.
“‘Bout four hours,” he answered.

“Uh-huh?” the sergeant said, and ran on.
A bit later, the lieutenant said, “we have to make a plan, this time a proper one.” he finished, giving him a look.

“Ok, we,’- but he didn’t get to finish his sentence because of the Scorpias and a lot of wimps jumped on them but they were easily wrestled off.  They both took out their guns and fired and fired and fired. When they ran out of bullets they took out long knives and slashed madly! They’d taken out nearly half of them when they heard a shout from a platform above them.
“STOP!”

Every single head looked up.
“What the hell are you all fighting for, we could just talk about it, couldn’t we?” he said in an American accent.

“Who’s he trying to be? God?” said the sergeant loudly.
Unseen by anyone, the lieutenant took out a mini single-bulleted gun, took aim and fired. The bullet whizzed up and hit Bill in the head. He fell close to the sergeant and the sergeant stuck out his knife and Bill’s neck fell on it. His head came clean off!
 
“Well somebody doesn’t want to talk about it,” he said.
The fight carried on for a while. The boss (Michael was his name) soon got bored and retreated into his thoughts.
Later on more of the Scorpios were arriving.
           
“We’re losing!” shouted the sergeant.
“Well duuuuu,” the lieutenant shouted back.
“Where are they all coming from?” the Sergeant shouted.
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” the lieutenant shouted.
“I don’t think were going make it out of here,” said the lieutenant said after a while.
“Don’t give up,” he answered.

“Stop trying to act hero,” shot back the lieutenant. After a while Michael got tired and decided to end it. He took out a pistol and tried to shoot them but he kept missing loads of times.
“Stupid quiver in my stupid hand,” he took aim for the last time and fired. He hit the sergeant in the head. He fell down. Dead. He fished around in his pockets for the spare bullet he always carried with him. He took aim at the shocked lieutenant and fired. He hit the lieutenant in the side of his face. He fell down and the Scorpios thought he was dead.

A couple of hours later the Meath police arrived and checked for survivors. Finally they got to the lieutenant.
“This ones barely alive, sir, we need an ambulance ASAP,” shouted a guard.
“Good work guard,” said the lieutenant.

The Dublin lieutenant was brought to hospital, fixed up and went to the sergeant’s funeral. About a week later Ireland and Britain blew up. Looks like the lieutenant forgot about the Scorpias!

                                                         The End

By Ben Love