"You lying scum! I trusted you, how.... How.. could you do this to me". Lord Winchester growled at the now smirking directing manager of vapour industries , Luis Flanagan.
The tense air stank of hatred as hot vapour streamed down lord Winchester's oblong face. Unbelief lurked in his shaky eyes, making the whole room ring with laughter.
"Look mate", Finnegan said with a wide grin.
"this things happen, it's just business. No one really gets hurt, well.... except you, but it's nothing personal as i and the board has strongly agreed to you no longer being fit to oversee the operation for creating the world's first steam flying machine".
"Ha ha ha, well smarty pants, I'll leave it to you to wreck everything we've ever worked for our entire lives. You stingy bastard!!" Winchester spurted out. It wasn't really surprising that Flanagan was doing this to him but he was truly shocked that his whole staff were following Flanagan's ladder
"So...... After you've rid me of a job. No, My job, you assholes. What next uhn........uhn... Talk to me dammit. You're gonna kick me out of the godamn state, talk to me Flanagan". Then came another resounding laughter. This time, more louder than the first. This unsettled Winchester a bit.
Then, his personal secretary, Jordan's voice boomed through the room. "oh.. We're gonna let you go? that's way too easy mate. First we'll make sure you don't or can't breathe a word of this to anyone ever again".
Winchester gulped, and looked with dread at his fellow colleagues, feeling pity for them at the same time. They're gonna kill him, and he knew it, erase him and all he had achieved from this world.
Then just like he had predicted, his two hefty security officers came in. shit Flanagan had them too they are probably going to drag him out into the cold night, gut him, then hide his body in the dirt. Shit!! The thought of it made his whole body quake. He had to do something, and he had to do it fast.
"Take him outside boys! And no matter what you do don't make him comfortable. And can someone please tell me where the hell is Dr Morgan"
phase two
"Mr Flanagan, the waiting process for the SG (steam generator) is complete. All that's needed now is to attach my brilliant work of genius to the FM (flying machine), To make the sky the limit of only fools"
Dr Morgan, a short middle aged man remarked, grinning widely and trying desperately with little success to keep up with the tall huge Mr Luis Flanagan
Now sighting the steam Mobil, another one of Dr Morgan's Fascinating creation. Mr Flanagan managed to stutter while slightly pissed with Dr Morgan's none ending bickering.
"Mr morgan, might i remind you that the persistent calling of the vapour engine your creation is totally unnecessary because i and vapour industries funded your work. Well mostly i though, so as from now seize from calling it that"
He presumed that the small statured man was nodding in agreement behind him.
His plan had worked well, right from day one and he was happy with the outcome. All that remains now, is for him to go straight to the train station, board a train which will take him to the buyer of the first steam flying machine. Nothing can stop him now.
Winchester was dragged out by Miguel and Travis his most trusted security officers, well not anymore.
"So Miguel where should we dump him" Travis said with hands shaking. Miguel, frowned and tapped the back of Travis's round head.
"seriously Travis i don't know what's so hard and difficult for you to understand. Well okay Let me go again. First of, we take him to the cliff, gut him, then push him over! What's so freaking hard for ya to understand...... Travis!! God!". Travis now looked at Miguel seeming a little desperate, then driving his scrawny little fingers deep into his leather coat to retrieve Nancy, his little girl from its short scabbard.
I have to do something, winchester had being drowned in thought on their way here. And finally he had just the perfect plan. Then after a few minutes, it was time to begin.
"Ah! Ah! My knee i can't feel my knee Winchester screamed". Miguel having been in this kind of situation before and was positive this was all a charade.
"shut up! old man" Miguel roared clenching his fist and moving swiftly to Travis to grab nancy, but that was all Winchester needed to execute his perfect plan, as he dug his fingers into the dirt and pulled out a large green viper. Then hurling it to Miguel with all his strength. Taking out the big gun first.
The green scaled snake wrapped itself around Miguel and was biting every inch of his body, making Miguel to drop hard to the ground.
"Miguel.... Miguel... buddy, you alright?" Travis managed to stutter, while bending down to check on his now lifeless body. "You're next Travis.". Winchester yelled. Then with quick precision rammed himself into Travis, causing him to fall fifty feet from the cliff.
Hot steam pumped out from the moving gigantic centipede, making the skies black and smoky.
Winchester was trying to keep up with the pace of the fast moving Centipede, now known as the train. Riding on his slicer, a round spinning vehicle that looks like a unicycle but is round all over and moves at approximately 100km per hour using the train tracks as its road. He was going to get revenge and he was going to get it now.
"Dr Morgan, how many more minutes till completion? Flanagan said with impatience"
"Ten, maybe more Mr Flanagan". "make it five, i don't have all the time in the world".
Winchester was now in through the back. Going through the engine room was the preferred option. Winchester keeping a close watch for guards, surprisingly there was none. The puff of steam and the shaking of pumps made the hallways resound with clanking. He was getting closer by every step.
Then down the hallway, Dr Morgan appeared, looking rough and sweaty.
"It's almost complete mr Flanagan" Dr Morgan sighed while removing beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
Winchester then stealthily sneaked up behind him holding a long wrench. "Dr Morgan" Winchester uttered sarcastically then immediately smacking him with such a force, that his head was split open.
"One down, one to go a triumphant smile graced his lips.
He moved a few paces and there was his flying machine, his beau......... "Drop the big ass wrench Winchester. Slow.....ly".
Flanagan said while pointing a 2.5 pistol to the back of Winchesters head
Shit, all his planning, put to naught. Well, at least he was gonna die a swift death.
"Good bye old friend, and for good this time"
Then as he was about to blow poor winchester's brains to Kingdom come, the train shook heavily, causing him to trip and lose his balance. The stray bullet shot from his pistol hit an high powered steam pipe, causing hot vapour to emanate unto Flanagan's hard face, boiling it like an over cooked egg.
Winchester couldn't believe what he was seeing, everything was over so soon.... Too soon. Well he had an industry to run.
Fixing the SG into the heart of the flying machine, Winchester wore on his new pride and launched himself into the thick black sky, flying away from the chaos down below and into a new beginning
"Well would you look at that"
My quill bleeds