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Episode summary:
"In
the spring of 1982 Britain is at war with Argentina over the Falkland Islands
and Margaret Thatcher is Prime Minister. In the quiet backwaters of a Yorkshire
Village, there is a derelict old church that has just been purchased for cash
by a strange individual called 'Solomon Bundy’. He transforms the place into a
club for people with a taste for sex and strange supranational happenings; it
is the New Hellfire Club. But when there are breeches in the Time Line and
souls go missing; Jericho and Team 74 are sent to investigate."
Episode Warnings:
Alcohol – Smoking - Strong language – Violence – Some strong sexual references – Mild horror.
Author’s notes about this episode:
[1]
This episode is COMPLETED but currently UNPUBLISHED.
[2]
This episode was written as a ‘Holiday Special’ for the original website with
humour to the fore!
[3]
The original Title for this episode was: ‘MR. BUNDY’S NEW HELLFIRE CLUB.’
[4]
A ‘Temporal Detectives’ original story.
[5] Illustration is an original photograph of St. John’s the Baptist church located in Slebech, next to the A40 which was closed in 1990. NO copyright or photographer credits appear and the original was found in the public domain. If you know anything about this please contact the author via his website: https://stephenjohnwilliams.blogspot.com
Episode details:
Concept
date: 6th October 2020
First
published: Unavailable
Status: COMPLETED BUT UNPUBLISHED.
Location: BOOK SERIES 0 – EPISODE 0.
Revisions: 4 [last revised December 2021]
Version:
In Review.
Published
Episode No. 000
Previous
episode: None.
Next
episode: None.
Age
recommendation: 15+
Average
reading time: Approx. 30 Minutes.
Angel-in-charge: Francis.
Team Assigned: Team 74
Human Time: 1982AD-1402AH
Mission: 4
- 491034 - 10 - 1982
Episode Preview:
“Sweet Jesus Owen,
eh, Jackie, are you sure operations passed you fit to drive a damn car in this
time period?” He closed his eyes as the little car swept into the hard right
turn and just missed an old lady on her bicycle. Jackie absolutely loved
driving now and the little car was perfect for her. “No wonder Princess Diana
drives one; they’re great!” She shouted and glanced behind to see the terrified
look on Jericho’s and Alex’s faces. They were also gripping their rear
seatbelts.
Alex managed to ask; “How much bleeding longer?” she closed her eyes as the little car nearly collided with a Baker’s van parked outside the shops. Jericho wiped his face with his free hand; “Another couple of minutes and we will be in Church Lane and the old church sits at the top of the road. The local council has widened the road for the new night club.” He shouted and now gripped the seat belt with both hands.
Jackie swung the car into the new car park and came to a halt. She was parked across two parking bays; sideways. Wilson ran both hands over his head and groaned with relief; he thanked God for his mercy and took a deep breath. He really hadn’t fancied dying again. Jericho slowly pulled off the seatbelt and then stopped; “Handbrake, bloody handbrake you daft cow!” he shouted as the little car stared to move again. Wilson pulled the handbrake up and stared at the smiling Jackie. “Whoever passed you fit to drive a car needs their bloody head examined or possibly, just taken out and shot.” He said quietly and slipped off the seatbelt and opened the door, easing himself out; his big legs had stopped shaking. He pulled the seat back to let Jericho and Alex out.
Jackie grinned; “He was very nice old man and clearly knows good driving when he sees it. Old Doc Silas said he should make a full recovery….” Wilson just ran a hand over his face and asked; “Did you take the test dressed like that? I mean I just wondered.”
Jackie adjusted her low cut tight blouse and smiled again. “Well, if I’m Jackie for this mission, I thought I had better stay in character. He didn’t seem to mind and he was very nice to me, better than you lot and you’re supposed to be my friends.”
Jericho and Alex joined Wilson and Alex stood with both hands on the roof; she breathed deep a couple of times. “I’d swear blind I saw the devil sitting on the bonnet when we just missed the lorry carrying all those poor chickens.” Jackie closed the door behind her and straightened her very short dress. She smiled; “I bet not a single chicken was injured and besides, the driver and police will capture all the chickens that ran away.” She picked up her sports bag and gestured to the old church. “Come on Alex or will be late for the auditions. Don’t want to waste all those hours practicing do we?”
Alex slung her sports bag over her shoulder and crossed herself. “This will be a picnic after that bloody drive.” She whispered. A much relived Jericho Wished the girls luck and sat in the front passenger seat, whilst Wilson squeezed into the driver’s seat. He had to adjust it; really adjust it. But for once, he was more than happy that Supplies had given them such a small car. If it had been any bigger they would all be having a nice chat with the Duty Death Angel. They both looked at each other and Jericho simply nodded. Wilson would drive back to their digs in the village pub.
“I can just imagine us standing before Angel Margret and me saying; sorry about this ma’am but we were all accidently killed when Owen drove into a brick wall: he didn’t see it and was driving at seventy miles an hour. Sorry about that.” Wilson said softly and Jericho nodded; “And I can imagine what Angel Margret would have said; well, don’t do it again and get on with your duties. Now get out and capture some temporal villains, instead of messing around being killed playing with silly cars.”
Jericho checked his mirror and stared at the old church, once a house of God and now a house of well, anything that goes apparently. “They’ll be fine; can you see any bloke turning them away dressed in the outfits that Costume’s has come up with?” Wilson nodded; he had calmed down a lot.
He grunted; “I know Owen has gone undercover to keep an eye on her – safety wise – but I really think it will be the other way around.” Jericho wagged a finger, but smiled; “Now, now big man; its Jackie when he…sorry, she is her alter-ego.” Wilson just shook his head and stared at the old church with the huge bright red neon sign declaring; “The New Hellfire Club.”
“They haven’t got a bloody clue about a real hellfire club.” He sat back and folded his arms. “What do we know about this Solomon Bundy character?” Jericho lowered his mirror; “Nothing fits. He was a British Rail Station Manager for three years, living in a council house and driving an Austin Allegro. Then suddenly he’s a night club owner with a penthouse flat in Cripplegate, York and a brand new Mercedes parked out the front. Something is definitely wrong.”
Wilson nodded; “Your right, something is definitely wrong; he owned an Austin Allegro? Sweet Jesus, that’s a big clue right there. Who in their right mind would have brought an Austin Allegro?” Jericho chuckled and tapped the steering wheel; “Better park this bloody matchbox on wheels properly; other people are starting to use the car park.” Wilson stared down at the dash and slapped a hand over his brow; “That dumb bitch has taken the keys with her!”
Jericho steered while Wilson pushed the car into a parking space and both sat in the Metro with arms folded; there was silence until Jericho’s mirror buzzed and he answered it. He grunted ‘yes’ a couple of times and said thanks. He pushed his mirror into his jacket pocket and sighed; “Old Kenny the driving tester has quit his job and now been moved to weapons supply training; he thinks it’s safer.” Jericho leaned back in his seat and added; “Angel Margret wants’ to see me about Owen turning up dressed as a woman. I think this interview could be one of the most interesting of my career so far.”
Wilson started to chuckle and slapped Jericho on the arm; “You’ll stand by the loony of course?” Jericho nodded and muttered; “Of Course.” Then the pair laughed.
It was a good hour before the ‘girls’ returned. Wilson jumped out and demanded the keys from Jackie and told the pair to get in the back. He pulled the seat forward and gestured in. Alex protested her innocence in whatever had upset the big man, but she and Jackie squeezed into the rear seats, watched by two lads in a British Gas Van. They were out the windows cheering and giving the thumbs up. The girls had struggled to stay ‘decent’ getting in the back and obviously failed. Wilson just stared at the Gas lads and they went quiet and continued to read the ‘Sun’ newspaper and eat their sandwiches.
Jericho turned and smiled at the unhappy pair; “Well, what do you have to report?” Alex smiled a little; “Well, we both got jobs there as you told us to do.” Jericho nodded his satisfaction with that. But Jackie held up a hand and he told her to speak. She shifted in the seat holding down her dress. “He wouldn’t hire us as waitresses despite us wearing just skimpy black leotards, like their girls do – I did drop an entire try of glasses in practice – but that wasn’t my fault…”
Alex interrupted her; “And it wasn’t really her fault when she dropped a pitcher of water on to the Entertainment Mangers lap. She was nervous!” Jackie nodded and grinned. “But he said I had a lovely cheeky bum and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Alex, who said that we came as a pair…”
Jericho held up a hand; “What jobs did you get then?”
Both girls smiled; “His hired us a cage girls. All we do is dance a little in cages hung from the ceiling and the money – for this time and place – is bloody fantastic!” Alex said and fell silent as Wilson turned and said; “Cage Girls? What you wear a costume and just dance, is that it?”
Jackie nodded and then shook her head; “All you wear is a pair of black panties, well, a thong actually and you perform for twenty minutes, three times a night. But you can earn really big bonus, if you want.” Jericho stared at her; “How do you earn the big bonus?” Alex coughed and almost smiled; “You dance stark naked.” Both Jericho and Wilson stared at each other. Jackie held up a hand; “I told him I wasn’t interested in the bonus….”
Jericho slumped in his seat and sighed; “I’m glad about that or your cover would have been blown on the first night.” He didn’t mention the summons from Angel Margret and told Wilson to head for the digs. He would leave the subject of the interview for another conversation.
End of Preview.
"ALEXANDRA INVESTIGATES THE NEW HELLFIRE CLUB." 
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER:
“All incidents and dialogue, and all characters with the exception of some well-known historical figures, are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Where real-life historical figures appear, the situations, incidents, and dialogues concerning those persons are entirely fictional and are not intended to depict actual events or to change the entirely fictional nature of the work. In all other respects, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.”
CAUTION:
“SOME OF THESE EPISODES CONTAIN VERY STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, HORROR AND SEXUAL REFERENCES. Some are RECOMMENDED suitable for persons aged 15+ years only.”
THE AUTHOR.