Edward Caudy

 

 

DEAN - a story

 

Chapter One: Murder

 

One day a man called Joe Spanone found he had a flaw in his operation with the Mafia. The police had been breaking in on his jobs. He found out that the flaw was a mute. First he hung the mute up side down and hit him constantly with a metal baseball bat. He was in a block of flats and next to it was another block of flats. When the mute was being beaten, a kid saw them from the next block of flats. But Joe and his team did not know.

 

Next morning the police were all over the place. Chief Inspector Cordall was investigating.

 

"Great! We’ve got no witnesses, no suspects, no proof, no evidence, no nothing," he said angrily.

 

"Er, sir, we’ve got a witness," said Sergeant Beech.

 

"Who?" said Cordall quickly.

 

"A little boy called Dean," said the Sergeant.

 

"Oh, great! We’re going to get him now," said Cordall sarcastically.

 

Chapter Two: Twenty Years’ Later

 

The little boy called Dean became a superintendent. He had just solved his latest case. He only had one more case to solve until he went on holiday. Then his secretary Melinda M brought in a new file. On the file he read it had ‘UNSOLVED’ printed on it in big, red letters. He then turned on his laptop, and then went to his E-mail. He sent a message to his uncle, an ex-general in the army, who had received the Purple Heart in the Vietnam War. Then he spoke to him and asked he if he could find him a top elite force, for what he had ahead. Straightaway his uncle sent him a file with information and pictures of the team. He said he would meet him outside his office in a red Freelander. As soon as he met them he started to work

straight away. He told them what the position of the case was.

 

The team he had been given was made up of Shaun, who was excited about guns and being in the action, James, who was very clever and he was the youngest and the brightest, and David, who was strong and tough, a man who liked to fight. They all shared the same flat, and they had not got a lot in common.

 

Dean opened the file. It was the one from twenty years’ ago. Dean started to get depressed.

 

Chapter Three: The Case Begins

 

In the file it said that there had been a tip off from an ex-Mafia member. It said that Joe Spanone had killed the mute. Joe was a car salesman and was well known in the community. He worked in a big building.

 

Dean and his team went to see him. They were talking in Joe’s office. It was a big room, with pictures of sports cars on the walls. Dean thought that they looked very expensive.

 

"I don’t know where you got that information from, Superintendent," said Joe Spanone in an angry voice.

 

"OK, thanks a lot. Good bye." Dean was very disappointed. As soon as they got out of the room he punched the wall.

 

As they stepped in the elevator, Joe said to his security, "Kill them, and be quick about it too."

 

When they were in the elevator, they were at the top of the building so it took a long time to get down. The security guard opened the elevator door above them and chopped the cable in half. They knew they were going at light speed, so they escaped through the top of the elevator. David broke it open with his hands.

 

There was a ladder to the top. They all climbed up to the top. When Dean walked into Joe’s room, it came clear to him. Joe was not in the room. James found a contract to buy terrorist guns the next day in Hong Kong. Then they heard the noise of a helicopter coming from the roof of the office block. They reacted quickly and climbed up the ladder that led to the top. They took their guns out and started shooting, but they missed.

 

"I’ll get you next time, Joe!" said Dean to himself.

At the same time, in the helicopter, Joe said the same thing: "I’ll get you next time, Dean."

 

Chapter Four: The Next Time

 

There was a massive depression in the police office, apart from Shaun, who was happy that he had got to pull the trigger for the first time.

 

The phone rang. Dean picked it up. "Hello."

 

"It’s your favourite uncle," came a voice from the telephone.

 

"Oh yeah," said Dean.

 

"Dean, you know that you want to go to Honk-Kong? Well, only one of you can go but..."

 

"How come?" said Dean in a tired voice.

 

"The government said so, but the others can come 3 days later," said Dean’s uncle.

 

"OK, thanks a lot. Hang on. When do I go?" Dean asked.

 

"Tomorrow, nine o’clock from New York airport. Bye." Dean put the phone down and frowned. He was surprised that only one could go.

 

The next morning at the airport Dean and his uncle shook hands. When all the deals were done, Dean caught his plane.

 

He got to Hong Kong with two hours to spare. He went to Joe’s meeting place. It was a skyscraper, a posh state-of the-art Chinese building. Dean disguised himself as a cleaning man and walked into the meeting place. He made his way up the building until he heard voices. He walked into the room. Joe and his friends were sitting round a table negotiating about their deal. Dean started washing the floor with a mop.

 

Joe said, "I smell a rat." He titled his head towards Dean. Joe reached for his breast pocket and took out a gun.

 

"Welcome to the next time, Dean," he said in a happy voice. Dean was shocked.

 

Chapter Five: How?

 

Dean was locked up in the basement of Joe’s skyscraper. It was very small and looked like a third world prison cell. The walls were brown and boring, made of clay. There was a metal door with metal bars at the top. Meanwhile in the rest of the building Joe and his friends were sleeping first class, as they were still negotiating.

 

Two days passed like this. The rest of Dean’s team arrived and they went to the same building. They knew Dean was a prisoner because he had said that he would have contacted them on the second day. If he did not contact them, he would be being held against his will or he would have been killed in action.

 

They decided to get into the building by going under the sewers.

 

"This stinks," said Shaun.

 

Around the corner there were two guards looking after a cell. Dean was in the cell. They knew this because of the bars and they saw Dean’s face.

 

"Right, all three of us run in while shooting," said Shaun.

 

"No, Shaun," said David. "We go under water, then we shoot them. OK?"

 

"OK," said Shaun, with his head looking at the floor.

 

They all agreed.

 

James, David and Shaun went in that order. Shaun lost his gun. The guards noticed that there was a disturbance in the water. They started shooting at the water, but missed.

 

David got out of the water and grabbed one of the guard’s neck and threw him onto the other guard. There was a scramble between the guards and David and Shaun. David broke the neck of one of them, and Shaun punched one of them in the nose. He fell unconscious.

 

"Shaun, David, James!" it was Dean.

 

David grabbed the guard’s keycard and opened the door.

 

"I am going to kill him," said Dean angrily and picked up one of the guard’s sniper rifles, with a telescopic sight.

 

They double backed on themselves and went into the sewers. They climbed out of the sewers and ran into the car park outside the building.

 

They looked into the window of Joe’s meeting place and saw the security.

 

"How are we going to get in?" said Shaun.

 

"How indeed?" said Dean.

 

Chapter Six: Breakthrough

 

Dean looked through the telescopic sight of the sniper rifle, aimed and pulled the trigger. It was a successful shot. They got in. Three men spotted them. There was a big gun fight at the corridor entrance of the building. After five minutes of gunfighting, the three men were dead.

 

They went upstairs. Waiting for them were three unarmed men and they attacked Shaun, David and James. Dean went on his own to find Joe. He got in the elevator up to the top floor in the room. Joe was waiting for him

 

"I’ve been expecting you," said Joe in a smug voice.

 

Meanwhile Shaun, David and James were fighting with the three guards. Then another three gaurds came out of nowhere and jumped Shaun, David and James. They were being beaten until Shaun pulled out his gun and said, "Get down guys." Then he started to shoot.

 

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

 

"I got them, didn’t I?" said Shaun.

 

"Yeah, you did," said David full of relief.

 

"Where’s Dean... Oh momma!"

 

Joe got up from his seat. There were two samurai swords on the table. He threw one to Dean. "En garde!" said Joe.

 

They battled it out, clashing swords together. It was a tough struggle. Dean dropped his sword and fell on the floor and swept at Joe’s legs. Then Dean jumped up and strategically grabbed Joe’s arm and put it in a move which he could not escape from or struggle.

 

Chapter seven : New York Prison.

 

Joe was sentenced to forty life sentences and would never see daylight again.

 

Back at the Police Headquarters there was a message for Dean on his answering machine.

 

"Dean. The boss wants to see you. OK?"

 

Dean walked up the stairs. His uncle was sitting at the desk in a leather chair.

 

"Sir, you wanted to see me," said Dean.

 

"Yes. I wanted to ask you. Do you want to be moved up to the high ranks?"

 

"Sorry, sir?"

 

"Do you want to be with the movers and shakers?"

 

The boss’s secretary came in. "I’ve got your paper, sir."

 

Dean grabbed it. The headlines were ‘Joe Spanone is a fugitive.’ Dean threw the paper to the boss. "No thank you, sir!"

 

The End

 

Written with Paul Herron 

 

Dictating to a Computer

 

[A Poem By Edward, Jason, Adam, Paul and Michael]

 

Technology is great...

Now you can tell your computer a story...

I told it this...

 

Ants a pony tame

Air was a pants -on hints

Widow boot tipple oars cord silver

Andy olive dapply heather rafter.

 

 

 

 

Bad Boy

 

I 'm a bad boy

I'm a nooligan

I'm a smuggler

I'm a nuggler

 

I read comics under the desk

 

I've got the school's biggest muscles and the school's bestest trainers

 

I'm a savage. I'm a barbarian. I'm Hercules.

 

I 'm a bad boy

I'm a nooligan

I'm a smuggler

I'm a nuggler

 

I love to slag off A-banders

We break into lockers

I'm a stone-cold Steve Austin rattlesnake

I hang so much I don't do any work.

 

I 'm a bad boy

I'm a nooligan

I'm a smuggler

I'm a nuggler

 

Instead of doing homework

We go clubbing and dance

Drink Coke, and go down to the chippy

When the bingo comes on

 

I 'm a bad boy

I'm a nooligan

I'm a smuggler

I'm a nuggler

 

Written with Ian Lynock, Adam Donnelly, Paul Herron

 

 

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