The Quickr Memorandum - Chapter 1

The Quickr Memorandum

A tale of international intrigue, sex, collaborative software,social business, llamas and Lego.
Any resemblance that the characters have to persons living or dead is entirely unintentional and if they do exist it was probably the effects of the curry I just had.

Roarer Mewlens lent over the table and picked up a small slate grey 1X1 brick from the pile on the floor. Slowly he pushed it into place waiting for the luxuriant click as the disc from the block below locked the piece in place.

It was complete! It had taken 2 weeks but the 1:1000 scale model of Basingstoke and Deane borough council HQ was complete. Something to be proud of. Something no-one had done before and would probably never do again,.

Roarer sighed a sigh of deep contentment took one last look at his most recent work of art and wandered off into the kitchen to see what Kismet Lyeort his beautiful partner was up to. Hearing the sound of Roarer's Garfield slippers approach the kitchen Kismet re-holstered the Sig Sauer 1911 she had just finished cleaning and looked up.

"Finished dear?" she inquired.

"Yep, all done!" he smiled, "All those windows where a pain and that bit around the corner balcony  outside the chief executive's toilet was the hardest bit of Ashlar casementing I have every done!"

"Well done dear .. so it is the Swanage Municipal Library next then?"

"Yes, just have to order ...." the detailed explanation of his next project's requirements was interrupted by a small but firm 'beep' followed by another stronger 'BEEP' and then a strident 'BONG'. The sig sauer was in Kismet's hand in a flash it was either the perimeter alarm or the shepherd's pie was ready and in the cut throat world of public building modelling it paid to be careful.

A quick glance at the Aga confirmed the shepherd's pie was not quite ready which meant that someone or something had tripped the perimeter alarm.

"Calm yourself Kismet" , Roarer said, " That will be Pomona he said he would drop by and he always forgets to jump up and down at the gate so the RFID sensor can register him"

Kismet popped her pistol back in the holster and went to put the kettle on. Pomona did try hard to be consistent but succeeded only in 2 things, he never got any taller and he had an amazing propensity for cups of strong sweet tea.

Pomona Yule, international midget of mystery as he liked to style himself was a conundrum wrapped in a mystery. All that was really known about him for definite was he had a strange accent, couldn't say the number 3 or the word column but he could hack any server in the world using only a Nokia 1110 and a packet of Juciy Fruit chewing gum. Most importantly when meeting Pomona it was best if you remember not to mentioned his height or lack thereof. If you did ... well you had better be wearing industrial grade shin protectors. The Yule Orthapedic Wing of the Mater Hospital Dublin's status as a world centre of excellence in the rebuilding of knee caps is testament to the destructive power of Pomona's very specialised small person's martial arts!

Roarer disabled the mines, placed the saftey back on the automatic Gattling guns that were trained on the porch and unlocked the door for his long time friend.

"Bout ya Mewlens ya auld fecker!" exclaimed Pomona as he clambered over the door jam, "I have news of great import and potential danger to impart ... so where's the tea???"