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No Honour Among Thieves 9/7/17

Sunday, 9th July 2017 08:00 – 17:00

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The Story

The convoy of cars raced along the road, whether it could be called a road was a matter of opinon, but the danger of travelling at speeds like this on an isolated forest trail was not.

In the mirror the driver of the rear car could see the approaching black un-marked 4x4s. No siren , no flashing lights, just headlights and black, they had begun this chase only minutes ago.

Suddenly appearing from nowhere like mechanical banshees, they had driven off road though the forest to find the escaping gang,  the unmarked black jeeps and then began to follow them at speed.

What the hell had they stolen?

(several hours earlier)

The gang were in the hideout waiting for news of the “big job” they had all been told was coming. Several were playing cards, one or two were asleep and a few were watching what few English channels were on the antiquated T.V. in the corner.

Suddenly all heads turned as the doors at the end of the warehouse opened and the boss walked in.

The group began to assemble around a large cheap wooden table in the middle of the room and the collection of miss matched chairs were quickly filled. Those not fast enough to get one, instead leaned against the rough concrete walls of the abandoned warehouse that had previously made artillery shells for the Soviet forces during the war.

Dexter Conrad, leader of this gang of professional thieves and one of the F.B.I’s most wanted, then began to explain the job in detail.

Finally the group knew why they had come all this way to Russia…

The Job was fairly simple: locate an isolated farm in a remote region of Charkov in the Repiblic of Khakassia, take out anyone guarding said farm, find the loot and get back  to the warehouse without being followed.

Here they would meet a collection of black market ex-military helicopters that would be waiting  to take them over the border to China to drop off the loot with the buyer.

From China they would all make separate flights to their home countries until the boss needed them once again.

What of value could possibly be located in a dilapidated farm in the ass end of Russia remained undisclosed to all but the boss but what was clear was that the pay per man was just over a hundred thousand American Dollars for this gig.

Everyone at the table had killed for profit, many had taken lives for less incentive than that, no one refused to go.


As the lead car rounded a corner at speed of over 100 miles an hour, the tyres began to lose traction on the soft earth of the track. As it slid sideways the rest of the convoy followed thinking the navigator in the lead had intentionally made the turn….

Soon all of the cars were crashing though the Russian forest – one car smashed into a fallen tree, its windscreen turning crimson as it abruptly stopped.

Those that remained continued for half a mile before finally coming to a stop. The sun was rising above the trees.

Behind them in the pre morning gloom of the trees they could see approaching headlights….

Find out (and take part) in the rest of this story at our next exciting game:  No Honour Among Thieves