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BEING JOHN NICKLESTON

“Ring Ring…Ring Ring” The old rusted phone rang at Jon Nickelston’s rundown holiday home as he was rebuilding a tin roof. The house’s dark tinted windows that overlooked the oceans beauty had been smashed by hoons, the brown brick walls were covered in dull graffiti art and the only things that hadn’t been stolen were the old rusted telephone and a throw rug.

Jon picked up the phone.
“Hello” said Jon.
“Hello Jon, it’s been a while” said a distinctly Italian voice on the other end. Jon knew instantly who it was.
“Mario?” asked Jon.
“Yes Jon and I’ve got a mission for you” said Mario.
You’d think Jon is no different to any one of us until his past is dug up because he used to be a professional hitman for Mario Delirious (the Italian on the phone), a little, plumb, rich man who seems to get himself into all sorts of business strife.

After getting the exact GPS co-ordinates on where to meet his ‘ex-boss’, Jon went to the old Indian throw rug and lifted it off the ground where he was announced by a very mysterious , padlocked door.
“Time to dig up my past” he sighed as he pulled a set of keys out of his crisp white shirt’s pocket and tried to force open the jammed padlock. After a few stressful minutes Jon managed to free the padlock and reveille what was inside, an old wooden packing crate from the docks of Mount Lovette. He heaved the packing crate out of the hole and opened it. Inside were a perfectly folded black suit, a pair of polished black shoes and an automatic handgun. Jon got changed into the suit and shoes, grabbed the handgun and got into his black Mercedes Benz.

After cruising for twenty minutes he pulled up at the co-ordinates destination, a huge rundown shed with a little tubby Italian man waiting in front of it. Jon got out of his car and greeted Mario.
“Mario! You’re looking great! What can I do for you?”
“Come inside and I’ll tell you” said Mario, and they walked inside the massive shed. To Jon’s surprise the shed was brand new on the inside with leather seats and large meeting tables. They walked to the first set of couches and sat down.

Mario said” Okay, here’s what happened, a man name Marconi Spangoli came to me a few years ago for five million dollars, and of course I gave him the money expecting it back in a few months. I haven’t heard from the barsted ever since, but I know that he lives in a mansion on the eastern hills. I need you to get in there and get my money back!”
“Okay, I’ll do for five hundred grand” said Jon
“You’ve got a deal Mr. Nickelston” laughed Mario as they shook hands.

The next day Jon pulled up outside Marconi’s mansion, got out of his car, grabbed a suitcase, went to the front gate and pressed the intercom button.
“Hello” said a butler’s voice on the other end.
“What do you want?”
“Mr. Spangoli is expecting me” stated Jon
“Aah! Mr Gibble’s, come thru” said the butler
Jan hadn’t really planned any meeting with Marconi, so he was very lucky to get in. He walked threw the mansions jarrah doors where the butler welcomed him and asked him to follow. They went up a new, sturdy staircase to the top floor and into a stylish business room.
“Thank you” Jon whispered to the butler as he walked away.

In the room was a big timber desk with a dark leather chair behind it, facing the other way. As the chair started turning around a voice said.
“Welcome to my mansion Mr. Gibble’s, I have another…” Marconi didn’t finish because Jon had pulled a gun to his head.
“I’m here on behalf of Mr. Mario Delirious” said Jon in a quiet voice.
“Well done” said Marconi, “but didn’t you realize that this house is full of surveillance cameras that are being monitored by local police 24/7? And thanks to this system there are swat teams outside waiting for you” Laughed Marconi.
“Call them off or this bullet will pierce your skull and puncture your brain” said Jon.

“You sure have done your homework” said Marconi as he picked up a radio. Marconi asked the SWAT teams to be on standby. Jon then put the gun away and pulled out his briefcase.
“Mario is charging you five and a half million. No questions asked.
“Okay you’ve got yourself a deal” said Marconi, putting his hand out for a shake. Jon put his writing hand out and as he shook an amazingly powerful shock of electricity went thru his bones. Jon reacted quickly and shot Marconi in the should, trying to get his heart.

Still in shock, Jon looked in Marconi’s desk and found a check book. As he limped out of the room he heard a whisper.
“All units, man shot”.
Jon knew this meant trouble so he ran downstairs and took the butler hostage.
“I’ve got a hostage!” screamed Jon as he walked thru the mansion doors.

Bang! A shot was fired from a bush to the east but Jon managed to use the butler as a shield. He then ran out of the mansion ground and into his car he then drove off, back the rusty old shed owned by Mario Delirious. Jon ran inside and saw Mario standing there. Bang! Mario shot Jon straight between the eyes and said “Thank you son, mission over!”

Description
BEING JOHN NICKLESTON

“Ring Ring…Ring Ring” The old rusted phone rang at Jon Nickelston’s rundown holiday home as he was rebuilding a tin roof. The house’s dark tinted windows that overlooked the oceans beauty had been smashed by hoons, the brown brick walls were covered in dull graffiti art and the only things that hadn’t been stolen were the old rusted telephone and a throw rug.

Jon picked up the phone.
“Hello” said Jon.
“Hello Jon, it’s been a while” said a distinctly Italian voice on the other end. Jon knew instantly who it was.
“Mario?” asked Jon.
“Yes Jon and I’ve got a mission for you” said Mario.
You’d think Jon is no different to any one of us until his past is dug up because he used to be a professional hitman for Mario Delirious (the Italian on the phone), a little, plumb, rich man who seems to get himself into all sorts of business strife.

After getting the exact GPS co-ordinates on where to meet his ‘ex-boss’, Jon went to the old Indian throw rug and lifted it off the ground where he was announced by a very mysterious , padlocked door.
“Time to dig up my past” he sighed as he pulled a set of keys out of his crisp white shirt’s pocket and tried to force open the jammed padlock. After a few stressful minutes Jon managed to free the padlock and reveille what was inside, an old wooden packing crate from the docks of Mount Lovette. He heaved the packing crate out of the hole and opened it. Inside were a perfectly folded black suit, a pair of polished black shoes and an automatic handgun. Jon got changed into the suit and shoes, grabbed the handgun and got into his black Mercedes Benz.

After cruising for twenty minutes he pulled up at the co-ordinates destination, a huge rundown shed with a little tubby Italian man waiting in front of it. Jon got out of his car and greeted Mario.
“Mario! You’re looking great! What can I do for you?”
“Come inside and I’ll tell you” said Mario, and they walked inside the massive shed. To Jon’s surprise the shed was brand new on the inside with leather seats and large meeting tables. They walked to the first set of couches and sat down.

Mario said” Okay, here’s what happened, a man name Marconi Spangoli came to me a few years ago for five million dollars, and of course I gave him the money expecting it back in a few months. I haven’t heard from the barsted ever since, but I know that he lives in a mansion on the eastern hills. I need you to get in there and get my money back!”
“Okay, I’ll do for five hundred grand” said Jon
“You’ve got a deal Mr. Nickelston” laughed Mario as they shook hands.

The next day Jon pulled up outside Marconi’s mansion, got out of his car, grabbed a suitcase, went to the front gate and pressed the intercom button.
“Hello” said a butler’s voice on the other end.
“What do you want?”
“Mr. Spangoli is expecting me” stated Jon
“Aah! Mr Gibble’s, come thru” said the butler
Jan hadn’t really planned any meeting with Marconi, so he was very lucky to get in. He walked threw the mansions jarrah doors where the butler welcomed him and asked him to follow. They went up a new, sturdy staircase to the top floor and into a stylish business room.
“Thank you” Jon whispered to the butler as he walked away.

In the room was a big timber desk with a dark leather chair behind it, facing the other way. As the chair started turning around a voice said.
“Welcome to my mansion Mr. Gibble’s, I have another…” Marconi didn’t finish because Jon had pulled a gun to his head.
“I’m here on behalf of Mr. Mario Delirious” said Jon in a quiet voice.
“Well done” said Marconi, “but didn’t you realize that this house is full of surveillance cameras that are being monitored by local police 24/7? And thanks to this system there are swat teams outside waiting for you” Laughed Marconi.
“Call them off or this bullet will pierce your skull and puncture your brain” said Jon.

“You sure have done your homework” said Marconi as he picked up a radio. Marconi asked the SWAT teams to be on standby. Jon then put the gun away and pulled out his briefcase.
“Mario is charging you five and a half million. No questions asked.
“Okay you’ve got yourself a deal” said Marconi, putting his hand out for a shake. Jon put his writing hand out and as he shook an amazingly powerful shock of electricity went thru his bones. Jon reacted quickly and shot Marconi in the should, trying to get his heart.

Still in shock, Jon looked in Marconi’s desk and found a check book. As he limped out of the room he heard a whisper.
“All units, man shot”.
Jon knew this meant trouble so he ran downstairs and took the butler hostage.
“I’ve got a hostage!” screamed Jon as he walked thru the mansion doors.

Bang! A shot was fired from a bush to the east but Jon managed to use the butler as a shield. He then ran out of the mansion ground and into his car he then drove off, back the rusty old shed owned by Mario Delirious. Jon ran inside and saw Mario standing there. Bang! Mario shot Jon straight between the eyes and said “Thank you son, mission over!”