chapter 3
FILM MARATHON
FILM MARATHON
When the 2 of them looked up they saw a huge, black, army-spec Chinook helicopter coming down. It had 2 massive rotors on top and a machine gun coming out the nose of the chopper. When it was on the ground it looked even bigger than it did in the air, both Molly and Bob were just staring at the monumental helicopter. Suddenly, a door opened seemingly out of nowhere and 3 people stepped out. The first 2 were big men in black suits, sunglasses and were both carrying MP5 sub machine guns.( They were obviously body guards.) but the third was different. He also had a black suit but didn't carry a gun or wear glasses. He was quite skinny and had dark brown spiky hair but what really surprised Bob was the fact that when he spoke it turned out he was Scottish. " Bob Vila I presume?" he asked." That's the second time today someone's asked me that." Bob replied." Yes that's me."
" Good, because i am the owner of every oil rig in the north sea." David went on." And we need to know this because?" Bob asked. " Because, Mr Vila, a worker has been murdered on one of my rigs and i want you to find out who done it." Bob still had one burning question on his mind." What's the pay?"
he asked." 25 thousand dollars" David replied." I'll do it". After Bob said that one of the guards pulled a lever on the side of the helicopter and the back opened up.
Once the car had been loaded in the back Bob, Molly and David walked up the ladder and into the helicopters vast insides." So, where do we sit?" Questioned Bob." Over there." David answered, pointing to 8 car seats that had been bolted to the floor." Right." Molly sighed and sat down in the nearest seat for a very long flight. It was now midnight and the Chinook was half way across the Atlantic ocean. All was silent in the chopper apart from the snoring from the people inside.-Except one. Bob was busy poking about at a control panel that he had found on the chair arm. He then pressed a red button and a T.V came out the chair in front of him." Brilliant." Bob said as he pressed 2 and 4 and a comedy film came on the screen." If only there were drinks." Bob thought as he pressed the green button and a cup holder came out the side along with a bottle of cola." Perfect." Bob said as he was cut off from the world around him...
" Good, because i am the owner of every oil rig in the north sea." David went on." And we need to know this because?" Bob asked. " Because, Mr Vila, a worker has been murdered on one of my rigs and i want you to find out who done it." Bob still had one burning question on his mind." What's the pay?"
he asked." 25 thousand dollars" David replied." I'll do it". After Bob said that one of the guards pulled a lever on the side of the helicopter and the back opened up.
Once the car had been loaded in the back Bob, Molly and David walked up the ladder and into the helicopters vast insides." So, where do we sit?" Questioned Bob." Over there." David answered, pointing to 8 car seats that had been bolted to the floor." Right." Molly sighed and sat down in the nearest seat for a very long flight. It was now midnight and the Chinook was half way across the Atlantic ocean. All was silent in the chopper apart from the snoring from the people inside.-Except one. Bob was busy poking about at a control panel that he had found on the chair arm. He then pressed a red button and a T.V came out the chair in front of him." Brilliant." Bob said as he pressed 2 and 4 and a comedy film came on the screen." If only there were drinks." Bob thought as he pressed the green button and a cup holder came out the side along with a bottle of cola." Perfect." Bob said as he was cut off from the world around him...
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