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Ten days later the market imploded, taking the young tadpole, PetVan, BluBeenz and [[Lexrifyly]] with it | Ten days later the market imploded, taking the young tadpole, PetVan, BluBeenz and [[Lexrifyly]] with it | ||
===Villa on the lake=== | ===Villa on the lake=== | ||
On the trail of these [[FWMD]]s Boone and Aggie follow a Wickliffe Hampton SICAV up into the Swiss mountains. They park up at the end of a windy road and radio in [[Edd Sweeney|Sweeney]] and [[A.J. Paul|A.J.]] to check the exit. | On the trail of these [[FWMD]]s Boone and Aggie follow a Wickliffe Hampton SICAV up into the Swiss mountains. They park up at the end of a windy road and radio in [[Edd Sweeney|Sweeney]] and [[A.J. Paul|A.J.]] to check the exit. | ||
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A cold wind whipped up the valley. Fat globules of rain slapped the windshield. Aggie looked west. It was fearsome dark a mile down the lake. “[[liquidity|Liquidity]] situation is tightening up, Boone. We be wet if we don’t move.” | A cold wind whipped up the valley. Fat globules of rain slapped the windshield. Aggie looked west. It was fearsome dark a mile down the lake. “[[liquidity|Liquidity]] situation is tightening up, Boone. We be wet if we don’t move.” | ||
Boone snapped shut the map and slid into the cabin. He barked into the | Boone snapped shut the map and slid into the cabin. He barked into the two-way: “Ok. Let’s go. Boys: prime your GMSLAs. Be ready for action. Something is going down. I ''feel'' it. We’re coming through. Boone ''out''.” | ||
The boys shucked their repos. Aggie loaded a twenty-ten and bumped the stock. | |||
Boone holstered the [[C.B.]] He slammed the [[AIF]] into forward, set wipers on high and stomped on the gas. | |||
The | The road hugged the lake coast. Boone hugged the road. They shot past deserted waterside chalets: ''des res'' for the Oberland elite, battened down for winter. The rain got heavy. | ||
The depo whined. No sign of the Wickliffe semi. | |||
Boone rode the camber hard. Aggie hung on the grab-handles. The AIF growled and belted through the autumn detritus. Aggie navigated. The GPS came and went. The road was slick. | |||
No sign of the | The depo whined. No sign of the semi. | ||
They shot past a deserted hotel. Boarded up for the ski season. The dwellings thinned out. The trees came thick and fast now. The road gained elevation: smashing lake-views through stair-rods and trees. | |||
No sign of the semi. | The depo whined. No sign of the semi. | ||
They shot past | They road dipped down. They shot past an old school. ''Not'' boarded up. Lights beamed through the gloaming: Swiss nippers learning times tables. Boone gunned the AIF and left the Swiss nippers for dust. They rode a mile of dotted chalets and charming vistas on the lake. The rain was biblical. | ||
No sign of the semi. | The depo whined. No sign of the semi. | ||
Boone hit a blind hairpin. He stomped on the anchors. The AIF caught a leaf pile and fishtailed. It slewed out right. Boone cursed his luck and the sled skidded down a bank. The rag top flipped. The depo graunched. The [[AIF]]’s mags spun slow, idle and upside-down. | |||
Aggie slid out the passenger side window. She plopped on the ground. She said, “So, that didn’t go so well. What now?” | |||
Boone fished leaves out of his mouth. | |||
“Guess we better go see if the Swiss nippers can give us a tow.” | “Guess we better go see if the Swiss nippers can give us a tow.” | ||