Magma, Chapter 9 (Finale) – A Sunday Story

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Chapter 9

Venomiss and Mr. Nowhere finished the last bits of their respective submarine sandwiches on board British Naval Command Zeus Class Submarine: The Vengeance 2. Sipping her expresso Venomiss asked:

“So what do we know?”

“Lady Cat is part of The Pale Rider organization. I believe that she is even one of the secret four. She wields an incredible amount of power for someone who claims to be a mere “middle-person” in this sordid business. I heard rumors, unconfirmed gossip mind you, that Mr. Zero and she were secretly married after her very public divorce from the British Foreign Secretary, three years ago.”

“What! She and Mr. Zero! Well, that has been a well-kept secret!”

“Apparently the gentleman you know as “Your Grace” performed the marriage ceremony in Morocco.”

“Well…that’s news to me. His Grace and I work on another front very closely. I am surprised that he did not share this. But then again I have been undercover for years…”

Suddenly, there was an authoritative knock on the door. Before either of them could reply, the door flung open…

In walked Commander Kolcannon (Venomiss’ getaway driver in the deep purple Lamborgini Countach, from last night)…

“Pardon the interruption my friends…there is a message repeating at 32 and 34-second intervals on and off and back on again. The message was sent to an apparently defunct dial-up modem at the old listening post in Malta which suddenly came back online (on its own!) Captain Skiff decoded it. He said you— (looking at Venomiss) can verify the message, as you know the ciphers from the Cold War Era.

Commander Kolcannon handed Venomiss the paper with the coded message and its decrypted version written by Captain Skiff Phelpson:

Venomiss nodded confirming the Captain’s accurate de-cipher of the message. Then, she handed the decrypted message in Captain Skiff’s handwriting to Mr. Nowhere. It read:

Yagur neutralized. Package delivered to 32.009444, 34.882778.

Spinning around dropping her coffee cup in the process, Venomiss grabbed the large hockey bag of “equipment” and sped with Mr. Nowhere, still confused, hustling along beside her.

“Let’s go Mr. Nowhere! A Message from His Grace…We have got to get to Ben Gurion International airport…to finish this.”

“The coordinates 32.009444, 34.882778 are to the Ben Gurion airport then?” asked Mr. Nowhere racing at Venomiss’ side. Both of them now heading towards Captain Skiff Phelpson standing at his post on the bridge.

“Yes, Mr. Nowhere. We don’t need to go to Haifa. His Grace appears to have convinced Mossad to take care of the situation in Yagur. Tel Aviv (Ben Gurion) International airport is our new heading. We have business in our sights to attend to…if you know what I mean.”

“Got it!” replied Mr. Nowhere (finally in sync with what Venomiss had in mind.)

“Commander Kolcannon, we need the fastest ride you can scrounge up to airlift Mr. Nowhere and me into Ben Gurion International airport. Please hurray!”

Commander Kolcannon stopped mid-stride along the way to the bridge and spoke to the Seaman in charge of Logistics:

“Please scramble Airship – Icarus to meet us top-side immediately, Seaman.”

“Yes, Commander!”

While Venomiss and Commander Kolcannon were speaking. Captain Skiff Phelpson was already commanding The Vengeance 2‘s navigation team to bring the submarine to the surface off the Malta coast.

The Vengeance 2 submarine surfaced in the Malta Dawn to a pale orange sky. Its mammoth hull creaked as seawater ejected from its massive bilge pumps, like the giant Leviathan fish-serpent breathing air for the first time since the creation of the world; its gills awakened from its watery slumber unfolding and breaking free from the grip of the great fishhook, The Meditteranean Sea.

In response to the writhing submarine inhaling the surface while it hovered over the deep, The Meditteranean parted like the Red Sea and pointed The Vengeance 2 towards the shores of The Promised land.

Hovering overhead—a Merlin helicopter (AgustaWestland AW101) awaited its passengers. The Merlin helicopter flung down two cables lashing The Vengenace 2 submarine’s hull with friendly taps. In a well-practiced move Venomiss and Mr. Nowhere each grabbed hold of one of the cables. Immediately the two spies were hoisted hockey-bag, and all, into the belly of the Merlin helicopter.

The Merlin’s three Rolls-Royce turbo-shafted engines whined in well-oiled precision. Then, the helicopter banked right, away from The Vengenace 2 towards its new heading—Ben Gurion International Airport, Israel, thirty minutes away.

It was now 3:45 a.m. in Malta (4: 45 a.m. in Israel)

***

Lady Cat’s illegal mercenary activities did not go unnoticed by her peers within the nobility. In fact, she had been under surveillance for some time by a secret society inside the Peerage of the United Kingdom known as “The Tailors.”

Therefore, when Mr. Zero her husband, changed the route to Lady Cat’s escape flight plans he was acting at the behest of His Grace (one of The Tailors.)

Inserted three years ago, by marriage, into Lady Cat’s confidence, Mr. Zero had finally secured conclusive proof of her latest crime. He had secured a recording of Lady Cat’s latest plot, in her own words, from a bug he had planted in her Louis Vuitton carry-on luggage. The voice-activated bug recorded every word as Lady Cat, gloated about her plan to incite the British Navy to bomb a foreign ally’s homeland endangering thousands of lives.

Moreover, Mr. Zero had finally decided to take “His Grace” up on his long-standing offer to deliver Lady Cat up to be tried for her crimes. Therefore, after he changed course while seated in the Dassault Falcon’s cockpit of the couple’s getaway jet plane, Mr. Zero texted the new heading to His Grace. The new heading—was Ben Gurion International airport.

Furthermore, Mr. Zero understood well his wife’s paranoia…about everything— including checking her bottled water to ensure that it was thoroughly sealed before opening it. Therefore, he had slipped a sleeping draught, via syringe into Lady Cat’s bottled water when he helped her pack her Louis Vuitton carry-on luggage. Thus, when she sipped her water in comfort on their private jet—she did not suspect that the water’s contents had been the cause of her sudden overwhelming sleepiness.

Therefore, a few short minutes after she boarded her private jet…Lady Cat fell fast asleep. She was unaware that her plane had not been heading for Morocco. In actuality, it landed thirty minutes later on the Executive Jet landing strip at Ben Gurion International Airport…

It was now 5:30 a.m. Israel Time…

Lady Cat awoke groggily. The wind swirled around her⁠— kicking up gravel and dust in its vortex…

She looked downward to discover: that both her wrists were zip-tied to her Louis Vuitton carry-on and that she was carefully laid out in the fetal position on an airport tarmac.

Lady Cat hoisted her torso up and looked around. Now seated on the cool dusty tarmac, she took in her surroundings. She quickly determined that she was at Ben Gurion International Airport, Tel Aviv. No one else was in sight. She could see airplanes in the far distance in Israel’s early dawn, rising into the drowsy sky. It did not take Lady Cat long to realize her undesirable predicament.

“Bloody hell…the bastard double-crossed me. That’s what I get for marrying beneath me!” She muttered as she let loose a series of other expletives while feverishly attempting to free both her wrists from her carry-on luggage’s sturdy handle.

Suddenly engines rumbled as vehicles approached her position, in haste…

A throng of twenty military vehicles emblazoned with the Israeli Defense Forces’ insignia (a sword entwined with an olive branch inside the Star of David), and a black SUV sped toward Lady Cat. The advancing brigade’s vehicles kicked up dust and gravel creating a swirling haze in Dawn’s dim light as the vehicles encircled Lady Cat. She ran. But there was no escape. She was surrounded.

She stopped and waited.

A young officer with a Staff Sargent Army insignia on his uniform, and obviously in charge, jumped with enthusiasm and vigor from his jeep while the vehicle was still in motion. He straightened his green khaki skirt tucked into his belted trousers with a hefty tug, and then spoke—

“Lady Cat, allow me to introduce myself, I am Staff Sargent Gilead Shalit. Welcome to…”

Lady Cat interrupted him…

“I have diplomatic immunity! You, Private, cannot arrest me! I claim my rights.”

Stepping forward with deliberate swagger in his steps, ignoring Lady Cat’s obvious demotion of his rank, Staff Sargent Shalit said politely;

“I know M’Lady…But he can.” With that said Major Shalit stepped aside as the door to the black SUV opened. Out walked “His Grace,” the Security Advisor, to H.R.H’s Private Secretary.

Lady Cat, stunned, struggled to her feet. She walked towards “His Grace” dragging her Louis Vuitton carry-on luggage still zip-tied to both her wrists. She did not know that her suitcase contained all the evidence that His Grace required to recommend that the courts freeze Lady Cat’s assets and sentence her to exile or, worse…

Twenty seconds later…

No one heard the sub-sonic bullet from the Tango 51 rifle fired from atop the airport tower roof—one kilometer away...

Without warning, as Lady Cat walked towards His Grace— she fell to the ground…lifeless…blood covered her face.

One kilometer away from that scene, two snipers (one—the shooter, the other, his spotter) together folded the Tango 51 sniper rifle’s tripod and placed their equipment into a large hockey bag. In silence, the two silhouettes climbed down from the roof of the Ben Gurion International airport tower and walked away separately into the shadows.

***

Six months later…

Two silhouetted figures meet at a cafe table at Baka Marrakesh, Morocco.

Sitting down beside her shadow, Mr. Nowhere, Venomiss asked cordially—

“So what’s new? Long time no see.”

“Oh not much, you know— my usual…shooting in and out of town,” Mr. Nowhere replied with a cheeky smile.

Smiling back at Mr. Nowhere, Venomiss replied; “That was quite the shot at Ben-Gurion International airport…one kilometer, must be a record of some kind eh?”

“I could not have made that shot without your assist as my spotter.” Thank you. We had to get it right.”

Venomiss and Mr. Nowhere waited⁠—both deep in thought, as the barista brought their piping hot expressos in glass cups to their table and then departed.

“So…” Mr. Nowhere asked.

“…Did the evidence from Lady Cat’s compound in Yagur, point to those involved with The Pale Rider?”

“Yes, but, unfortunately, those suspects have the means to evade the authorities. But we’ll get them, eventually. At the very least, now they are too busy hiding, to brew up schemes to mine the Earth’s magma for profit.”

Venomiss paused and then inquired with a smile…

“And where is Lady Cat these days?”

“Oh, alive and well living in exile for her crimes as per His Grace’s generosity. If she had refused his “offer” she would have been sentenced to prison for a very long time. How is her um…health after the “shooting” incident?” Mr. Nowhere inquired.

“She was hospitalized for a short while after the attempt on her life. The doctors say it was a miracle! The bullet ricocheted upward off the handle of her carry-on luggage and nicked her chin’s flesh just missing her jaw bone and her forehead. Nice shooting, my friend. We could not have had a better outcome. No bodies left on the ground on this one.”

“Smiling into his expresso cup, Mr. Nowhere responded: “You know me, old butterfingers on the trigger…people seem to resurrect from the dead after my “kill” shots. Call me anytime. Happy to oblige. Oh by the way…any repercussions um… from His Grace on your end…I mean from us two disobeying his direct order to shoot to kill?”

“Well, happily I have been demoted once again,” Venomiss laughed with sincerity and relief in her voice. “I never wore the rank of Captain, Special Boat Services (U.K.’s version of Navy Seals) with ease. I am relieved, to be honest.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes. His Grace has been very pleased with Lady Cat’s continued and voluntary sharing of crucial intelligence that she alone had gathered over the years. I am assuming— as you and I had hoped all along— that a sobering scrape with death would have motivated Lady Cat to confess, then turn and repent…”

*** The End****

*Coming Next Week: “The Tailors

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

80 thoughts on “Magma, Chapter 9 (Finale) – A Sunday Story

  1. I become so confused about whose who of the male counterparts,
    I needed to quickly check where we left of last week.

    ☕Meanwhile…Lady Cat did not notice when her husband, Mr. Zero, an accomplished pilot, already seated in the Dassault Falcon’s cockpit, fired up the plane’s three Whitney and Pratt engines and changed their agreed-upon course heading…☕

    So Mr. ZERO is with Lady Cat and Mr. NOWHERE is now with Venomiss.

    Ok now we are set. Let me go an collect water, to boil water for coffee and later for a birdwash first.
    There is no running water.

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    1. Thank you for your always studious read of the plot. I appreciated your heart to take the time to refresh your thoughts on the main characters’ prior sojourns.
      Yes, you are correct! Several “twosomes” feature in the finale:
      – Captain Skiff and Command Kolcannon
      – Venomiss and Mr. Nowhere
      – Lady Cat and Mr. Zero

      I am sorry to hear that you must travel to collect water. I grew up in such times on the island. I can totally relate… We had to travel one mile from home to the first pipe available to collect city drinking water. If we arrived at the first mile water pipe and the line up was too long, then we would be forced to travel and additional mile to the next available water pipe for water. In the early morning darkness this was no easy feat.

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      1. Oh I missed that. I never understood Command Kolcannon to be female.
        Very interesting twosomes.
        I did it for my own reading enjoyment. You are most welcome.

        You grew up on the Carribean Islands, this is so interesting. In my youth i read so much around this part of the world.
        Wow those days were harsh and difficult, to think people are still collectors and carriers of water today. Access to running water in the home should be a basic standard of living. Poverty still has such a deep hole.
        Early mornings and its cold, I feel you 😪 Poet.

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      2. Oh no you did not miss it. I intended Commander Kolcannon as male. My reference to “twosome” is meant in the sense of the many kinds of partnerships: work, friends, spouses etc.
        Yes, a Caribbean island girl😊
        Those days were a blessings. It above all else bred in me an appreciation for the basic necessities of life in a very unique way that helps me to see the world…from the ground up rather than top down (weird to some…but very okay with me)

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      3. Oh i am so relieved.
        Now i see the context of twosome.

        I love that part of the world. Worked with quite a few projects there, quite a few years ago now😊.
        Yes, Island people always had to work just a little harder. You get your grit from there.
        Yes your eyes see differently, and see what many on the mainland don’t see.

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  2. ☕Mr. Zero and she were secretly married after her very public divorce from the British Foreign Secretary, three years ago☕

    Oooo quite a Kitty this one, my fears are heightened.

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  3. ☕Mr. Zero and she were secretly married after her very public divorce from the British Foreign Secretary, three years ago☕

    And she never knew. Just look how water tight each network of the secret world is bound up.

    ☕“Your Grace” performed the marriage ceremony in Morocco.”☕

    Surprise Surprise, His Grace Himself
    In Morocco 🇲🇦
    There is something here on offer today😊

    ☕Kolcannon (Venomiss’ getaway driver in the deep purple Lamborgini Countach, from last night☕

    Oh thank you for reminding me, otherwise I needed to page back. Now I know where Kolcannon fits in.

    ☕ciphers from the Cold War Era.☕

    Venomiss skills are expansive.

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    1. Ah yes, secrets are well kept in the spy trade. In fact, that IS the product of their stock and trade. And I like your word “water-tight” – the perfect adjective here.

      His Grace is well traveled indeed in this story.

      Venomiss has skills and more…adept at spy craft, always.

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      1. Yes, who actually knows it all. There is always a secret one or the other knows about the other, or not.

        I could feel all of that.
        This freelancer spy charactet of Venomiss is also interesting. Also how she then gets drawn into the plot.

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  4. ☕Its mammoth hull creaked as seawater ejected from its massive bilge pumps☕

    Oh i would’ve love to see this in real life as well.

    ☕like the giant Leviathan fish-serpent breathing air for the first time since the creation of the world; ☕

    I was thinking whale as I was reading, but you penned the Leviathan in the primordial setting so perfectly

    ☕from the grip of the great fishhook, The Meditteranean Sea.☕

    Gorgeous 😍 writing

    ☕The Meditteranean parted like the Red Sea and pointed The Vengeance 2 towards the shores of The Promised land.☕

    Magnificent ….wow
    So very sensual

    ☕Rolls-Royce turbo-shafted engines whined in well-oiled precision.☕

    Such an elite guzzler

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    1. I would love to see a submarine surfacing in real life too… would be marvelous…👍
      Glad you enjoyed the imagery of the whale-Leviathan-Submarine “breathing.”
      The Merlin helicopter is pretty fast too!

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      1. I doubt if it is a public event. Unlike when an ocean liner comes in to dock.
        But that surfacing must be a sight to behold.
        Oh yes, beautifully depicted imagery.
        I know I took a peep at the UK/Italian collaboration

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      2. I think your are correct. The submarines perhaps surface at night way off shore, and out of public view. But would be a marvelous sight indeed, I agree– if one were to be so serendipitously lucky!

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  5. ☕Therefore, when Mr. Zero her husband, changed the route to Lady Cat’s escape flight plans he was acting at the behest of His Grace (one of The Tailors.)☕

    Oh, wow…this is why he changed plans…otherwise things would’ve turned out differently…

    ☕Lady Cat’s illegal mercenary activities did not go unnoticed by her peers within the nobility.☕

    So she is the mercenary in context.

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  6. ☕He had secured a recording of Lady Cat’s latest plot, in her own words, from a bug he had planted in her Louis Vuitton carry-on luggage.☕

    Look at Mr. Delilah the Panther!!!

    ☕long-standing offer to deliver Lady Cat up to be tried for her crimes. ☕

    Standing by his organizational vow!!!

    ☕The new heading—was Ben Gurion International airport☕

    Here we go, the undercover agents are waiting on her

    ☕he had slipped a sleeping draught, via syringe into Lady Cat’s bottled water when he helped her pack her Louis Vuitton carry-on luggage. ☕

    Bad bad girl, despite all the ocd you slipped up badly

    ☕In actuality, it landed thirty minutes later on the Executive Jet landing strip at Ben Gurion International Airport…☕

    Drama!!!! High-espionage drama!!…I can see its descent in my mind’s eye

    ☕It did not take Lady Cat long to realize her undesirable predicament.☕

    Waking up, what a shock 😲

    ☕She looked downward to discover: that both her wrists were zip-tied to her Louis Vuitton carry-on and that she was carefully laid out in the fetal position on an airport tarmac.☕

    What a sight …oh goodness…lol …

    ☕twenty military vehicles emblazoned with the Israeli Defense Forces’ insignia (a sword entwined with an olive branch inside the Star of David), and a black SUV sped toward Lady Cat.☕

    Oh she must be a high-ranking outlaw…a whole army coming to fetch her…afterall she is the Cat….no escaping here…

    ☕She ran☕

    Aww, one last dash for the outlaw…she wouldn’t be the cat if she didn’t try that one…do or die.

    ☕Without warning, as Lady Cat walked towards His Grace— she fell to the ground…lifeless…blood covered her face.☕

    The outlaw dies🥲, and there I cried. Such brilliance what a waste.

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    1. Love your reference to Mr. Zero as Delilah and Panther…cool, excellent!

      It is impossible to catch everything no matter how vigilant one might be. So yes, Lady Cat missed something critical that led to her capture.

      The positioning of Lady Cat…is as you noted well, a metaphor for her behavior thus far…and pointed to her potential future…perhaps a rebirth…who knows
      But…not before “death” can rebirth surface. Amen.

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      1. Lol, yes Samson and Delilah in reverse roles came to me in that moment

        Yep that was a fatal error. I think because of the relationship to Zero, she was less vigilant

        Yep, she is definitely in the kitty box.
        Certainly….it’s a long exile.

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  7. ☕That was quite the shot at Ben-Gurion International airport…one kilometer, must be a record of some kind eh?”☕

    Love the professional banter between this elite squad. They flew into the airport with a different mandate

    ☕Oh, alive and well living in exile for her crimes as per His Grace’s generosity. If she had refused his “offer” she would have been sentenced to prison for a very long time. ☕

    Oh my, a generous deal was cut,

    ☕I mean from us two disobeying his direct order to shoot to kill☕

    Wow just look at these two, and the chances they took

    ☕How is her um…health after the “shooting” incident,” Mr. Nowhere inquired.☕

    🙂😊

    ☕nicked her chin’s flesh just missing her jaw bone and her forehead. Nice shooting, my friend. We could not have had a better outcome. No bodies left on the ground on this one.”☕

    What a shooter and two risk takers. 👏

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  8. ☕“Well, happily I have been demoted once again,” Venomiss laughed with sincerity and relief in her voice. ☕

    Pure modesty, taking the heat for Lady Cat!

    ☕Yes. His Grace was very pleased with Lady Cat’s continued and voluntary sharing of crucial intelligence which she alone had gathered over the years. I am assuming— as you and I had hoped all along— that a sobering scrape with death would motivate Lady Cat to confess, then turn and repent…☕

    Wow, as you and I had hoped all along, 👏👏👏 their sacrifice paid off. I wonder what they will be doing with their lives…

    As for Lady Cat…we hope she has sobered up and come to repentance..

    Riveeeeerrrrtttting storytelling
    Riverting stuff….!!!
    Wow 👌 👏 😍

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    1. Yes, Venomiss sacrificed in the hope that she and Mr. Nowhwer could save a life…one that was not considered worth saving by some.
      So glad you enjoyed the story. It is an honor and privilege to read your finely tuned comments, sifting the brambles of storytelling looking for the golded nesteggs suckled within.
      Thank you my friend. You are amazing.
      Cheers

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      1. Yeah, they took their risk and it paid off.

        Oh thank you for abiding with me. That was so great to speak to you about your work over the past 9 weeks.
        You are most welcome
        And so are you, amazing.
        Cheers.

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      1. 🌊 Dreams’ waves moonlit sing
        ⛵️ Dawn’s sails skim the horizon
        🐠 Flying fishes dance

        Another one for posting? What are your thoughts with regards to the matter Suzette?

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  9. Excellent finale! I loved this bit:
    “In response to the writhing submarine inhaling the surface while it hovered over the deep, The Meditteranean parted like the Red Sea and pointed The Vengeance 2 towards the shores of The Promised land.”

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  10. Great writing; exciting and literary! Like the plant married to Lady Cat, very clever. I tracked down this final chapter because I didn’t receive notification as I’d hoped. I find I need to change my password every month to keep hackers out. Is that your experience too?

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