Juniper’s Daughter:The Final War Nick Armbrister extra scenes

 Juniper’s Daughter:The Final War Nick Armbrister extra scenes

WITCH TALKS TO THE DEVIL THEY HAVE A CUP OF TEA EACH IN CONSTANTINOPLE what chapter to go in?

A parley with the enemy. Istanbul was now a Catholic/Muslim city after the recent Turkish/Greek peace accord. The wars were over and rebuilding had begun in the flattened city. The Devil had caused the war and the witch had stopped it, thwarting his plans. Both met for a cup of tea in a small cafe in central Constantinople on a Thursday morning.
Satan was dressed in a pale red suit, lilac shirt, orange tie and dark green shoes. He wanted to make an impression. His black hair was slick and his black eyes shone with menace. Juniper’s Daughter wore a yellow and blue summer dress and gray ballet shoes. She picked this up in the Ukraine the previous summer. Her red hair was loose.
She ordered a hot sweet peppermint tea while the Devil had Royal Tea with full milk, sugar and biscuits. The only thing missing was the Queen!

TURTLE TRADE to go where?

The three fighters traded with some Chinese Communist Party members. These small men used to have a fish and chip shop before the wars. Now they represented their old homeland which was a now a collection of feudal peasant fiefdoms. The trade took place at the old stone quarry at Greenfield. It was above the abandoned derelict village and was private. Nobody could ambush them and expect to get away with it.
The group travelled there by Jap bikes. Each motorcycle was a hybrid of Yamaha/Honda/Suzuki/Mitsubishi parts and fuelled by single distilled moonshine. Decades old but lovingly maintained by Red. They wern’t fast but did the job.
Uzi machine guns with shoulder straps gave security as did five spare clips each. Body armour gave stab and ballistic protection.

ENGLISH ARMY DRONE OVER FLIGHT
An early drizzle slowly fell from the grey clouds. It made visibility half on this Monday morning in central town. In a council flat three hung over fighters slept off a night of moonshine. There was a wasp like sound. It came from everywhere and nowhere. Was there a bee or wasp nest they didn’t know about? It grew louder and was enough to wake Sarah from a deep drunken sleep. She groaned and rolled over. Daylight came through the half open broken windows. She put a shirt over her eyes and tried to sleep again. John elbowed her in the side and swore.
“Sarah, wake up for fuck sake. The English Army. It’s a fucking drone!” John threw off his sheet and got up. He looked out of the window to try to locate the drone; it must be close to be so loud. The dawn light and rain hid it.
Sarah shook her head and sat up. “Shit! The army bastards. They know we’re here. They know where we are. I don’t believe it!”

LOCAL WATER SCENE
Oldham was a town in great disrepair. The taps hadn’t worked since the wars and societies collapse. Water was always a rare commodity. There were regular ‘water wars’ and the trio had past experience of this. Rain water was collected when possible for washing and drinking but it needed to be filtered.
Their local source of water was a stream up on Oldham Edge. It was hidden and few knew about it. Random freedom fighter guards and patrols protected it. Much of the water was carried by hand in varied size containers. This was hard work. The fighters used a small 125cc Honda motorcycle fitted with a side car to carry the load which was normally 20 x 25 litre Jerry Cans. The cans were ex United States Army World War 2 surplus. They had been cleaned and scrubbed by Sarah but still tasted of gas (petrol). It was fine for the water was fresh and pure.