Free Revenge by Mark A. Cooper

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    Jason yawned and slowly opened an eye. He snuggled under what he thought was a blanket. He looked down. It was George’s jacket. He must have placed it on him after Jason had gone to sleep.
    He does have a heart after all.
    â€œWhat time is it?” Jason yawned, stretching his arms and shivering.
    â€œJust after six. They just called us on the radio. Scott was right. Coco-Bites is loaded with special sugars and chemicals that attach themselves to our bodies’ nervous systems. That’s why you kids are addicted to it. The stuff works like a super dose of caffeine and illegal drugs. If you stopped eating the cereal, you would go through withdraw. It would give headaches and cause depression.”
    â€œDon’t look at me. I don’t touch it, but I bet that’s what killed a friend of mine. Colin Wilkes, he must have been eating it before they gave him a drug test. He ended up killing himself after being thrown off the Manchester United second team. Boudica is responsible for that too. That witch has a lot to answer for.”
    When Jason climbed out of the car and removed George’s jacket, the cold air flushed over his stiff body and he tried to flex his muscle to get some warm blood pumping around. George gave orders on the radio. Everyone was to stand and wait for his signal.
    â€œOkay, Jason, where is he?”
    â€œThat building on the right. We need to get to him before this lot comes crushing through the gates.” Jason pointed with his finger.
    â€œEasier said than done. That building is the farthest away from the gates. How do we get that far before the guards come out?”
    â€œDrive in and leave the rest to me. I will sit in the back.” Jason climbed in the back of George’s black Rover, which was unmarked. There was no reason to suspect it was a police vehicle.
    When they approached the gate, Jason rolled down his window. The guard, a small Chinese man, approached. Another much older guard looked down at them through the glass windows of the gatehouse.
    â€œI’m Jason Steed. I work for Lin Cho. I have some urgent news for Boudica.”
    â€œWho’s this man?” asked the guard pointing a nicotine-stained finger.
    â€œOh, that’s just George. He’s my driver.”
    â€œBoudica is not here. You will have to come back later.”
    â€œNo, it’s urgent,” Jason said as he stepped out of the car. “We will have to call her from the guardhouse.” He walked into the guardhouse to ensure the guard inside didn’t raised the alarm. Jason strolled in and spoke to the guard, who was drinking a mug of tea and working on a newspaper crossword puzzle. Jason was not proud of what he was about to do, but thinking about Kinver and how he was suffering made it easier.
    â€œI need to call Boudica. It’s urgent,” Jason said. The old guard smiled at Jason—so young and innocent looking. He briefly took his eyes off the boy while he lifted the phone receiver. Jason hopped on his right foot and gave a hard kick with his left foot, hitting the guard in the chest and knocking him back against the wall. The guard fell to the floor, winded. Jason threw a second kick that landed across the guard’s face. The guard’s head smashed back against the wall. He slowly slid down the wall into an unconscious heap.
    George appeared with the second guard in a headlock. He used his other hand to call on the radio. Within a few seconds, two uniformed police officers took the man. George ran to his car with Jason in tow. He sped through the gates to the warehouse where Kinver was being held.
    The morning silence was broken by the sound of police sirens as blue-and-white police cars sped into the compound. The guards with the dogs patrolling the perimeter released them in a bid to escape.
    George and Jason simultaneously jumped out of his Rover and tried the door on the factory. It was locked. George took a step back and