I feel at this point compelled to say a few words about myself, my name is Scott I have a younger brother called Tim who can be very annoying but I would never be without him. We live in a medium sized house of the old Tudor style, not far from the factory with our parents and our butler who we call Smithers.
In the afternoons after we have eaten we usually play chess by the fire and it was on one of these evenings when our father suggested the most pleasing idea.We were to go and see our grandfather whom we had not seen for 5 years. As I say we were most pleased and immediately went to pack. We were to go by carriage and were told that our grandfather would not be there but would have a meal cooked for us.
As we pulled up we were most surprised as he Smithers) stopped outside some woods and told my brother and I to go in to the woods where upon we would find a queer looking place like no other, that was how we were to know we had arrived.
Early the next morning I woke up and started cooking a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs and when that had been consumed we explored the house. We had found the library so I pulled out a book to read and a mirror on the other wall opened up to show a set of dark ominous steps leading up. I called my brother and together we climbed up them. Soon we emerged in a beautiful study with a pile of soft toys in the corner and there, lying on the carpet was a little dog. Our grandfather was there too, sitting in his chair reading a book. He looked up and seeing us, said “Ah, I was wondering when you’d find it!”
As I stepped in I drew in my breath and stood rooted to the spot for the hill was not at all what I had expected – in fact it was beautifully clean and tidy. Indeed I think it was the cleanest and the tidiest place I have ever seen or could ever wish to see. I stood at the door drinking it all in until my little brother pushed past me and broke through my reverie.
All around the house were little gas lamps in little niches in the walls and on the table. On the window were decorative saucers with little shepherds and shepherdesses and on a table there was an old phone which was the only electrical thing in the entire house. Above the fire place was a pair of fencing sabers crossed at the hilt. These were a source of great interest for my brother who immediately began making up wild stories involving these objects whilst I searched around for the bed rooms. This took me some time as although I searched everywhere I could not find the beds anywhere and was just about to give up when I saw a strangely shaped wall that seemed too big and hollow to truly be the pair of cupboards which it looked like on the front, so I opened one and inside was the snuggest and warmest little bed I have ever seen. The same could be said for the other and it was thus that we found our little beds.
That night we turned in early fantasizing about what we would do on the morrow.
In Front of me there was a large hill with smoke rising from a stone chimney in the top of it and a large, circular door set into it rather like a hobbit hole and this I realized was to be our home for the next two weeks. At this I was tremendously joyful for I had always dreamed of living in just such a place. But my joy soon turned to consternation. Although living with my younger brother in a hill in a forest seemed like a great idea, I was extremely careful about my personal cleanliness and although I had limited experience I was sure the inside of a hill would be very muddy indeed. However I steeled myself for the worst and went in.
The secret agent known only as code name Alpha Delta 2 stormed into the room throwing the file down on the table in front of the man. His huge hands slammed into the table creating cracks in it, his immaculate black suit partially hid him in the dark, dingy interrogation room. He stared deep into the man’s eyes with his own cold, dead eyes and snarled “My name is unimportant I work for the N.I.N.J.A Division, but I know every detail of your small pitiful life, your family, your employer and all the men under you, Tell my where the buttons are hidden!”
The man slowly raised his head, his eyes held a burning fire, the likes of which the agent had never seen before, he turned his stormy glare upon the now terrified agent and proclaimed in a hoarse and strangely calm voice “You will never find the location, I am trained in every method of anti- interrogation and by the time you have broken me the cargo will be gone for ever. You will never have the secret of the CHOCOLATE BUTTONS.”
The C.E.O of B.A.T Ltd was bored out of his mind. He hated board meetings. As he walked across the road to the coffee stand as he did every day he saw out of the corner of his eyes a flash of movement, he half turned to see a black Land rover hurtling toward him. He tried to move, to run, but his feet were glued to the floor. The car hit.
The C.E.O woke and sat up on the bench in Saint James’ park, he got up folded his news paper picked up his brief case and started to walk out of the park shrugging of the dream as a nightmare. That was when the sniper pulled the trigger and the C.E.O hit the ground with a single bullet in his cranium. The sniper walked away.