The Beverley Sisters

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     It was not a sight to linger on and having delivered all the superlocusts to the cavern Bond inclination was to turn the Aston round and head back up the tunnel just as quickly as he could. However he knew that if he were to do that the superlocusts might follow him back. When he had brought the Aston to a halt the superlocusts immediately behind him had fallen on the contents of the boot and devoured them in seconds. But the boot would still carry the scent of the fruit and vegetables, maybe a strong enough scent to draw the attention of the superlocusts. Bond looked at his watch. 8.50. Ten minutes to go until the first bomb strike. He would give it another five minutes to give the scent the chance to dissipate then close the boot and commence the journey back.
     He now noticed lights in the low building he had seen on his previous visit. He wondered if Goldnojaws was in there? He hoped so. It would be nothing less than justice if the dwarf were to perish at the same time as his abominable creations.
     Having thought of the possibility Bond now felt compelled to find out for definite. Hoping wasn’t enough. He had to know. He started up the Aston again and began to nose it slowly through the superlocusts. As he got nearer he doused his lights and used the light from the windows of the building to guide him. Two minutes later he was outside the door. He got out of the Aston and keeping a wary eye on the superlocusts went to one of the windows. He looked in. His jaw dropped in amazement. Goldnojaws was there all right. And the wretched Professor Gonzalez. But so was BloJob! How could that be? It couldn’t, he’d killed her. He screwed up his eyes then looked at her again. No. No it wasn’t BloJob. This woman wasn’t quite as tall as BloJob and even more heftier. A sister? BloJob’s sister?
     Satisfied that Goldnojaws would perish along with Gonzalez Bond was about to get back in the Aston and return to the Pyramid when two huge, powerful arms encircled him and lifted him clean off his feet. Struggling, kicking, he squirmed round in an effort to see his assailant. With a gasp he saw that it was BloJob who had grabbed him, and was now muscling him towards the door! Another BloJob? Another sister? Three sisters? Christ Almighty, as if the Beverley Sisters hadn’t been bad enough!
     The second BloJob sister kicked open the door and threw Bond into the room where he fell in a heap at Goldnojaws's feet. The dwarf almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden intrusion. “Bond!”
     Bond turned to look at the dwarf, and said, as calmly as his situation would allow. “Yes. Bond.”
     Both BloJob sisters hovered over Bond. The heftier of them spoke to Goldnojaws. “This the bastard who killed my little sister?”