And so,   another chapter in that pastime for wet weather and cold
nights....

Those who have missed the first three parts may request same from the
author----that means you Grace.

THE HYDE PARK HIATUS
Part four

        (Jerry Cornelius,  on his mission to change the course of medical
history, has been captured by his old enemy, Johann von C.  In the wreckage
of the President's flat in 14 Princes Gate he finds that von C is working
on a fiendish plot involving colossal energy and mind-blowing music of the
1960s.......read on....)

        Jerry had died and been reborn many times but that didn't make it
any easier or less unpleasant.  He managed to keep cool in the face of his
realisation of what von C was planning and considered using his ultimate
weapon;  the Semtex in his abdomen. But even that would not guarantee
success. von C could well have transcribed his plans onto redundant areas
of his DNA and planted his seed in any number of prostitutes. 
Jerry remembered that the other preferred them ovulating and used no
precautions; part of his master plan for propagating his species no doubt. 
        He tried to buy time by studying the vinyl discs, releasing short
gasps of admiration at what he saw.  There was a Thai pressing supposedly
made from some Peter Green/Arthur Lee tapes, never before released. Jerry
had never heard of it. von C hovered again.
        "You are impressed, nein? A fine collection of some of the greatest
compositions in modern times!"
        Jerry wondered why the lunatic had no Wagner but perhaps his taste
was as retarded as his intellect. He stroked the decks, the amp and then
the Akai reel-to-reel. How long since he had touched one of those wonderful
machines? Too long, Jerry, too long. And as his fingers caressed the
controls he saw the way to stop von C. He turned to the other.
        "Excellent stuff, old chap, especially the Airplane. I don't
suppose you have any, I mean any actual, acid?"
        von C's face split in a demonic rictus, an obscene caricature of a
smile. He beckoned Jerry after him and they headed for the lift accompanied
by the SAS men. The College had never got around to putting in a new one
and the Iranians, believing that western labour-saving devices were just
one more manifestation of the Great Satan, just left it there and hoped it
would break down. It sighed creakily up the shaft and the four entered,
descending slowly to the ground floor. von C took Jerry into the old
kitchen, leaving the two goons on guard facing the heavily-barricaded
doors. 
        "So, my old enemy. It comes to this, that ve share a tab of fine
German acid before you die. Sad, is it not?  Ven you could haff been mein
partner in zis glorious enterprise!"
        He produced a small white tablet from under the cooker and halved
it with a Kitchen Devil. 
        "You  first,  Herr Doktor!"

((Will Jerry escape from psychedelia before von C completes his project? 
What secrets do the Akai tapes hold?
And where are Risk's Renegades?
To be continued.......))


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