Welcome back my friends
To the show that never ends..
He has been away but now!   For your further delectation!  The latest
chapter in the saga of what happened when Jerry Cornelius made the mistake
of getting mixed up with doctors.

THE HYDE PARK HIATUS
Part four.
"Dropped two reds,
"dropped two greens and blues."
The story so far:  Jerry Cornelius, time-travelling dimension-hopping
multi-
sexual freelance assassin has arrived in an alternate Earth at the RCGP. 
His mission, to assassinate key collaborators and thereby change the course

of general practice history, is up the swanee. He meets his old nemesis, 
Johann von C, ex-rap singer, ex-medical politician, now neo-Nazi with a 
fiendish scheme involving the awesome power of an artificially-created 
black hole in the basement of 14 Princes Gate and some mind-blowing rock 
music. 
Read on.....

        Jerry's request to von C that they drop some acid together was 
working out nicely. Now it all depended on quantum probabilities. The two 
SAS guards were facing the main door with Ingrams at the ready as von C 
led Jerry into the library. Jerry stopped him at the door.
        "Only a half-tablet, old man? We used drop them two or three at a 
time in Ladbroke Grove back in '67. Perhaps you could...."
        von C's face was a picture. He hated being upstaged but what could 
he do? He returned to the kitchen and came back with a used condom filled 
with tablets.
        Jerry sat on the first couch where he could see the door. Urbane
again, 
von C was filling two glasses with water from the carafe on the bar. Jerry 
wondered what the deuterium content was like. This close to the
singularity, 
things had to be coming a bit unstuck. He hoped the micro-switch and 
detonators would work OK if the situation became terminal and he had to 
blow the Semtex in his peritoneum.
        von C was clearly an acid novice, at least relative to Jerry. He
cupped 
a tablet in one hand as if it might escape and bite him while Jerry
carefully 
carefully studied the two he had taken from the condom. They were 
amateurish pasty jobs, poorly pressed and inscribed with a shaky swastika. 

The Nazis never were any good at having fun. He sighed and washed them 
both down with a swallow of water while von C struggled with his one. 
He sighed again and lay back on the couch as the sensors in his fundus 
started working. He half-closed his eyes the better to disguise what he was

doing as he blinked up a menu into his left temporal field. The sensors 
detected LSD and the micro-channels cut in, aspirating solution up towards 
the mini HPLC analyser slung under his pancreas. Jerry waited, aware of 
von C's slight, but perceptible, agitation beside him. The readout flashed 
green then red in his left eye and Jerry read off concentration, total
amount,  
metabolic status. It was powerful enough despite the pathetic appearance of

the tablets and Jerry selected <<FULL DETOX>> from the menu. It was a 
shame to waste good stuff but he had to be fully alert when the chance 
came.
        von C was oscillating between agitation and paranoia by now as the 
LSD began to hit. He flashed Jerry a stupid toothy grin as he held up 
another tablet. Jerry gave him his best spaced-out nod and the other 
swallowed quickly. Wonderful, thought Jerry. That should keep him out of 
the game for a few hours. The two SAS men were patrolling out in the 
lobby, smirking as they looked in the door. Jerry momentarily wanted a 
flame-thrower to use on them but something much better sounded in the 
distance, coming from the direction of Brompton Road. It was the 
unmistakable whumppff! of  a 155mm howitzer and the SAS men suddenly 
stiffened and looked towards the door. 
There was time. Jerry waited as von C's face began to relax and his eyes 
defocus.  He was going, slowly falling sideways into a drooling heap on the

couch. One of the goons was at the door, concerned but unsure whether to 
risk coming near Jerry. Another 155mm shell howled into Hyde Park and hit 
the bridge over the Serpentine and the goon stepped back, caught between 
self-preservation and duty. Like us all, thought Jerry, like us all. 
There was small-arms fire coming from both sides now and up above, 
machinegun fire from the top floor. That decided the goons; they retreated 
slowly from the lobby towards the stairs and in so doing saved their skins 
for a few minutes longer......




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