'Not That Easy Brother' 007 Challenge ***
*** to be read as prose. Please excuse the length... I did not want to break it into further parts.
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Only one thought went through my mind?
"Bang! Plastic Sacks! River!
Bang! Plastic Sacks!, River!"
I was frantically reciting it like a litany
As I tried to make my escape,
Pretending to go to the washroom.
My stalkers did not seem to follow me.
Had they, I would have felt their presence.
I guess they wanted to make subtle moves.
On the way I crossed a guy looking
Like a waiter, I accosted him immediately,
Rushed him into the washroom -
Two knocks with my expert punch and
He was out like a light. I casually
Relieved him of his clothes - got into them.
Looking to the right and the left,
I made my getaway through the kitchen area.
No one suspected anything - my acting skills
Aided the escape. Once on the street
I looked behind surreptitiously, to check on
My would be captors - they were conspicuous
By their absence as was the delicious blonde.
Although I am not a very religious guy,
This time I sent out a thank-you prayer
Looking heaven wards, and ran for my life
Into the adjoining forest - all thoughts of
"Bang! Plastic Sacks! River!
Bang! Plastic Sacks!, River!"
Had faded until I spotted the river again.
I abandoned any idea of swimming across.
Apart from the ice cold water, the sounds
Would give me away, in case the stalkers
Realised I had disappeared and came
In pursuit of me once again - I treaded
Very carefully and as noiselessly as possible.
This was my last chance to get away.
Somehow, I had to avoid returning to my hotel.
My adrenalin was reaching stratospheric levels.
But, solutions were not coming fast enough.
In a clearing I spotted a beggar warming
His hands on a fire of twigs - quick decision
If I were able to switch into the beggar's clothes...
I could not have found a better disguise.
All hygiene and smell considerations were blocked.
I would have to strike a deal with him.
Without giving much explanation, I told him
That some thugs were chasing me and
That I would like to chill with him until
They passed the area and that he would need
To lend me some clothes. He should not breathe
A word to anyone that he had seen me.
Luck favoured me, he agreed and fished out
Some beggar clothes from his knapsack.
I changed into them and sat by his side.
He was nice enough to even offer me a swig
From his little bottle of vodka, we both
Sat close to each other warming our hands
I had blackened my face to look filthy
When my captors came into view, I took
The Vodka bottle from him and pretended
To have a long swig with unsteady hands.
They stopped to ask us if we'd seen anyone
Pass along that way, I played the drunk.
My beggar friend answered that we'd
Been together for a few hours and that no one
Was noticed in the area. They bought the tale
And to my relief walked off..... I was too scared
To notice the stale smell of the beggar's clothes.
Promising to compensate him for his help,
I headed unsteadily in the direction of my hotel.
I parked myself in a corner and kept an eye
On all movements in and out of the hotel.
Yes my captors were there, they had probably
Waited for me but, when I did not turn up, decided
To leave and wait on the street. I continued begging
And as expected I was ignored. Later a black car stopped
And my enemies entered it - I waited
Until it was out of sight and sidled into the hotel,
From the rear end meant for the employees.
My spy training came in handy here - I was soon
In my room, which was completely rummaged
All my stuff was piled up on the floor papers etc.
I was careful to make sure that everything looked untouched.
I showered, dried the bathroom floor,
Took my papers and passport that I had hidden
In the mattress, and left quickly by the same route.
From a nearby store, I bought a Russian outfit
To retain my disguise and to avoid recognition.
I then contacted my friends in the UK to arrange
An e-ticket for my departure. I was unlikely to be
Tracked down again as I was met by an Official
From the British Embassy at the Airport and
Rushed through immigration using the fast track
Meant for diplomats - I travelled on someone else's
Documents and with a skin coloured mask to hide
The wounds on my face....This was definitely
An experience that I would never wish on
My worst enemy. Taking chances in Russia
Was definitely a no-no even for a so called
"Russianlad" like myself, I was always proud
Of my fluency with the language and the fact
That I was a topper in Russian through school.
Once in the aircraft, I began perspiring profusely
I was cold and hot at the same time _ I thought
I was dying, what the Russians did not manage
God was taking care of....I sent out another prayer
That nothing would happen until the plane
Took off.... I kept drying my face and drinking water.
The plane did take off and I have no clue
What happened thereafter..... Three days later,
I awoke in a London Hospital and noticed
Two women in white peering over me anxiously.
Hurrah!! Alleluia I had really survived an ordeal
And that my dear Poet freaks is how yours truly
Is still able to share his works of art with you.
To to my vile Russian pursuers I said
" Not that easy brother - Ian Bowen is made of sterner stuff!!"
Copyright © 2012 Sandra MARTYRES
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You must write a fiction and give archer, wallace , foresyth , sheldon and ludlums of the world a run for their money ...
A marvellous tale Sandra, riveting to the end ! Good luck...Maggie
Oh I like --I like....as I read this I could almost hear Roger Moore's voice...great write--so enjoyed ! Good Luck...
Good concluding piece, Sandra...enjoyed your story...all the best
Brilliant competition entry Sandra, a winner I think
All I can is..wow!!.Karin has said it all. I tip my hat to you, Sandra!!
terrific story teller you are sandra...a compelling read through out...best wishes
Compelling reading and it had me riveted to the chair throughout. Congratulations for making it through the ordeal as your quick thinking and intelligence allowed you to make it through. I am sure Ian will thoroughly enjoy your entry. As well as Haiku and Senryu an action thriller such as this seems to be your forte. Good luck Sandra!!!
A spellbinding story narrated in such a remarkable way that I felt I was watching a Bond movie with Ian in the lead role. It has all the essential elements of a typical Bond movie. Truly entertaining with a hidden message in the last few lines. Great work of art, Sandra. Good luck with the challenge!
Ah, Sandra, this is an awesome trip of an happy ending for the famous and beloved 007/aka our dear Ian! La, what a tale to attempt finishing! Impressive and delightful. Riveting and irresistible. I absolutely enjoyed it. Marvelous, inventive, too good, superb!
Top of the class! That's what this fabulous write is Sandra! A**** all the way! This had me from the get go and never once disappointed! :)))))))) kath xxxxxxxx