Chapter 20

Trent woke up and could immediatley tell something was wrong. firstly his hand was attached to a torture machine and not a hungarian supermodel and secondly he hadnt been brought a cup of tea. Only coffee. And promises of certain death. He didn’t mind the death threats but the coffee was a bit much. ‘Nevermind the tea, tell me the truth about the secrets.’ Said the boss. He was rubbing his hands together like he was washing them except he wasnt it was because of the evil. Trent opened his mouth to speak then paused for a second, like a Sky television programme affected by light rain. REPARTEE! Trent suddenly made a wry comment! The boss ducked behind a control panel that made people die of lightning and waited for the more uproarious laughter to die down. Very good Trent, Said the boss even though he hadnt really got the joke. trent chuckled and briefly flashed an award winning smile. A 23 year old legal clerks bra fell off in Swindon except she didnt know why. But also a henchman had accidentally looked at it and was giving trent a look that Trent recognised very well. Anyone looking at Trent like that usually would of found themselfs dead or impregnated in the most violent fashion but trent was on a torture machine and as he had previously noted none of the people in the room were hungarian supermodels. Surprisingly this wasnt the biggest mistake he made in that second because he had also opened one of the leg handcuffs on Trent’s leg and before he had even had time to imagine how Trent’s muscular ankle might feel he was already discovering what a cobra style swing kick felt like. He had used to of been a karate judge before he was a henchman and instinctivly he rated the kick among the finest he had ever seen. His appreciation for it quickly went downhill though as it compounded his brain into his jaw and sent him crashing round the room like a puppet with a broken string.Now Trent was free from the leg handcuffs and also the hand handcuffs because of something else he had done and TO BE CONTINUED