To catch a leprechaun… tales of Wilfred Bramble MML Transfer Division…

…urgh… 12.04 and it’s that time of the season…

 

Time to drag my ass out of bed. I take a shot of the last bottle that’s left standing, grimacing in pain as the burn follows. I step over the pile of burnt out ashes that used to be confidential documents from other leagues and head to what passes for my kitchen.

 

After staring at my empty fridge, I find the mirror, plaster my hair back over my scalp and straighten the crumpled fabric round my neck into a tie. I’ve looked worse. I pocket my badge and step out of the door.

 

Just another day for Wilfred Bramble, MML Transfer Division.

 

I hail my trusty cart, stumbling inside secure in the knowledge faithful Grommit will take me to where the Guv has instructed me to go. I fade in and out of consciousness during the surprisingly bumpy trip…

 

I hear strange noises outside of the shuttered wagon as we bounce along… where on earth in this filth besmirched league am I know. Grommit, the bastard, stops suddenly, letting me know we’ve reached our destination.

 

The first thing that hits me is the stench… I shield my eyes as I step into the fetid air… looking up at the structure before me…

 

“Jurassic Park”

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Shit. This is going to be a hell of a start to this seasons Transfer Investigations…

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