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    This Bloody Island Part 4: To Nick a Scot (Nikki/Helen)

    Jim continued the warnings "Don't try to use your mobile because we got all mobile signals blocked. We disabled all the alarms in this building, plus the bouncers at the front door were working for us but they're gone now, so there's no one here to protect you."

    Thanks to my skills in Electrical Engineering and the fact that I used to work for a phone company I was able to shield any incoming or outgoing signals. The CCTV was still on, we didn't bother because it's useless.    

    "By the way, the owner of the club Trisha won't know about this, because we killed her earlier today!"    

    When we said that, people in the crowd started to scream and cry.    

    "Don't try to leave this building because we got this area locked up." The bouncers we hired locked up the doors and killed the front entrance girl and the girl who collected the money.    

    "Remember Jim" I whispered to him "We only have 35 minutes here."    

    Most of the dykes in the room complied with us, except for one:    

    "You're not going to get any of my jewellery from me, especially my Sapphire Sisters ring you wanker!"    

    "Actually I will, much more easier than you think."    

    So I blasted her head with my shotgun. Even the most psuedo-macho dyke was screaming. Then I took her valuables and her Sapphire Sisters ring with ease.    

    "OK anyone else here doesn't want to cooperate with us?" I said while still having my shotgun pointed to the crowd.    

    Everybody cooperated with us, giving us all their valuables. Then Jim thought of something.    

    "Do you have your camera with you?"    

    "Actually yes."    

    "Well I got this idea from a friend of mine who works for the police in Melbourne, Australia. Back in the mid-90s they went to this gay nightclub and make them strip naked."    

    When I heard that I couldn't help but smile.    

    "OK I see where you're going with this. Go ahead and take the lead. We got 20 more minutes."

    "OK you lessies, I want all of you to strip you clothes off right now and then keep your hands up, or else…" he pointed at the dead woman's body that I just shot.

    I reloaded my shotgun just to show them that we were serious. They all took their clothes off and then we pulled out my camera.

    "Oh this is going to be a Kodak moment, LOL" I said. We took taking pictures of those naked dykes in the clubs. One of us took the pictures while the other was pointing the shotgun at the crowd.

    I tell you, I'm glad that most of those girls in the club are lesbians because no man on this earth would want to fuck them. It proved my point that most lesbians are fat, ugly, and try to act like a man. However there was quite a few that looked really fine, what a waste of pussy.

    Jim said "Some of these birds here are really fit (meaning 'there are some very fine girls'), what a waste." So we took extra pictures of them :-)

    Then we left them with a parting note: "Thank you for a wonderful time, I hope that you will enjoy the rest of the night, good night!"

    We then quickly left the building and lock the back door so that no one else can get out or in.

    Meanwhile at the club, one of the patrons said this "I can't believe that they would robbed us and striped us naked. This is bloody terrible! Things couldn't get any worse."

    Then some people in the club heard something, it sounded like this: tick…..tick…..tick…..tick…BOOM!

    The club was blown up, that's why I told Jim that we only had 35 minutes and that's why some people call me the 'Halifax Explosion' :-) Now that we have some money we can finally get more info on Nikki and Helen.

    Oh yeah, it took the London Police and Ambulance three hours after the explosion to get there. That's British emergency service for you…

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