Melwood Intelligence 6

"Milner, James Milner", the man in the red shirt reached out a hand to shake. The russian man opposite him with the blond ponytail just glared back.

"Moneypfennig assured me K would send his best player, I expected Danny Ings. " The russian paused and sighed whilst leaning back. His black leather jacket parted displaying the ridiculous leopard print shirt beneath.

"I used to work for Melwood Intelligence, did K tell you that? They didn't appreciate me. I don't trust MI6, made me look a fool."

"Now Voronin, that's not fair, " Milner pleaded before he was interrupted. The barkeep, a large nippled man with goofy teeth, named Gareth, interrupted. (No one knew why his goofy teeth were named Gareth).

"Can I get you gentlemen a drink? A pint of our finest, or perhaps something stronger?". Voronin nodded and solemnly ordered a vodka.

"Tea please Mr. Bale, " Milner replied, " milk. Sugared not stirred."

Mr Bale left, falling over twice as he departed the table. The two men stared at each other not blinking. Voronin pushed three manilla envelopes over to Milner, on them were stamped the words "TOP SECRET", "see that K gets this" Voronin demanded.

Milner's eyes glossed over, "mustard, my favourite colour", he mused to himself as he looked at the envelopes wondering what they might contain. His reverie was interrupted as a short fat man at the jukebox started a Joni Mitchell song. "K will receive these, I pledge my life on it", Milner swore as he escaped the pub without drinking his tea.

As he stumbled out the pub escaping Joni Mitchell squealing off key he thought to himself, "could be worse, he might have played Neil Young."


... To be continued ...

 

It's like an RHC wet dream.

 

I wouldn't trust that Russian - he's obviously lying.
The real Voronin was Ukrainian.

 

Ooops. Ukraine will be part of Russia soon though.

 

**** off, you septic twat

 

ah yes.... its like the old times

 

Tobes