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MAXS
A cruel tale

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Part
Pity those who have to suffer them
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No
welcoming
party
when I
arrive.
The train
had been
booked to
chester.
By car I
go up
north
from
there and
Cross the
Mersey
below..
And here is the Russian crowd again.
Looking even tougher and more
intimidating in this environment, though
one short (he’s gone to the shops)
 The battle
head-
quarters is
an ideally
situated old
warehouse.
Close to the
city centre.
Close to open
land and the
airport, too.
 I cannot really be seen by Maxs in his
haunts. But I can direct my new friends.
First move: step into the very pub from
where I had followed him ages ago. Is he in
this secretive group?
 IN FILTR 8

Just storming the place is a no-no. The

fibre five Dress up as cleaners. They
know their brief. Down to the
misspellings.
 Even this harmless looking valve is not
what it appears to be. Spy devices abound.
Is this
finally our
man? Is this
really the
likeness of
maxs von
MüHlStein?

Is he,
perhaps, a
shape-
shifter?
This calls for a
bit more high-
tech espionage.
Be it
telephoneposts
as transmitters
or streetlights
as high-res
cameras.
The man is being
followed. And
we will reveal
his face and the
day of reckon
beckons…
Even those old-
fashioned
meetings in
pretty
deserted
places
continue to
play a role.
Our informant
says Maxs
knows
something is
up, but cannot
find any of his
underlings to
be at fault.
He has
forgotten
other people
hate him as
well…
 Our
informan
t is
certain
we will
figure
out who
maxs is in
this
crowd.
Aye, one
person
stands
out.
Yet it is
difficult
to nap
him in
such a
crowd.
 Yet, when
we think
All is in
vein, one
Rainy day
this
shaking
face of an
obviously
worried
man turns
around
furtively.
“I can tell
you an
address -
but be very
quick …”
Isn’t this a nice, Quaint village? We
figured it is here that Maxs’s Family
resides.
 Yet no
cosy
timber-
framed
houses for
Him.
Instead it
is as it had
to be - A
misshaped
Turreted
pile with a
nearest
neighbour
hundreds
of yards
away.

And no way
to get to
him.
 Then,
sitting in
our
surveillan
ce van it
dawns on
me like in
a dream…

T
 H8
 It is like
sitting
outside
this
building
and part of
the front
just opens -
-and
reveals
what is in-
side.
And Inside is
Maxs, ready
to go out.
 The bell is
peeling. The
signal. He is
found! He is
outside! All
action stations!
Shortly after,
a Helicopter
sweeps past…
A land-Rover
goes round a
corner with
squealing
tires.
 They are on their
march!
Sheer unstoppable
Determined fighters.
 And
there is
the
final
fight.
And yes,
I was
right.
Maxs
von
MüHl-
Stein is
a shape-
shifter!
Has he
got a
chance?
 He might
be evil
incarnate.
He might
be strong.
He might
be
cunning.
He is no
match for
fully
trained
Russian
heavies on
a mission.
There is a
little
scuffle…
…Then he
is taken
by the
scruff of
his neck
and
bundled
into a
waiting
van and
then
they
steam off.
Is this, Then,
the end? A
split skull ,
an unmarked
grave, the
final resting
place of an
unloved,
unvisited
fella. That
Geezer Max
that used to
freeze fear
into
everyone’s
veins?
Is this, then,
the end?
 No.
See this long white house hidden
behind the trees?
Nobody, to
be honest,
really
cares if
Maxs rots
in a damp
grave or
not. A city
reborn
after the
darker
hour, its
populace
celebrates
and
Dances.
 Odd Figures,
those ones
that were
feared had
died out when
Maxs let
Penpushers
have their
Free reign to
justify their
overblown
salaries
suddenly
reappear on
sunny
streets.
No-one seems
too
concerned .
As the Dark
Clouds
push off,
people of
all hues
and
colours
are busy
saving the
world - in
full
enjoyment
of the
bright sun
smiling
down on
them.
Colleagues are no longer short, silent
and suspicious of each other. Instead
they help each other out when and
where it is needed.
Yet what Well, He
happened never had
to him? much of a
Him that face.
unspeak- Yet the
able Man? Russian Five
Him, that taught him
what he
everyone
personally
directly
feared most.
or
indirectly To be be
feared? afraid.
To be very
afraid.
And this
shriveled,
vampire-like
body houses
that 45 year
old Shrek.
 And Tarrot card readers can start
finding new, blooming futures for their
local clients.
FIN.