the gentlest of injections can turn into a small swelling and a bruise which looks obvious on open skin, so Andy had to inject an area of the body that’s hard to inspect.
‘Show me some butt,’ Andy grinned.
Greg rolled Zhang on to his belly and pulled down the back of his boxers.
‘Gross,’ Greg choked, gagging and turning away.
‘It’s skidmark cit y down there.’
Andy tried not to breathe as he pulled Zhang’s buttock upwards and wiped a patch of skin with a sterile wipe. He then dug the needle into the fold where Zhang’s f labby bum met the back of his thigh.
After injecting enough sedative to keep Zhang under for six hours, Greg hitched up the boxers and rolled Zhang on to his back again. George weighed half as much and showered t wice as often, so it was a much more pleasant experience rolling 70
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him off the beanbag and injecting his buttock as he lay f lat on the f loor.
Greg tucked a pillow under George’s head before looking uneasily towards Andy. ‘Two down, one to go.’
‘The tricky one,’ Andy noted, as he pulled a green cylinder and a gas mask out of his backpack before heading down the hallway behind Greg. Dr Lydon was probably asleep, but she wasn’t sedated like the boys and would wake with a start before they got anywhere near sticking a needle in her butt. She had to be taken down in a two-stage process, the first of which involved a powerful knock-out gas.
Greg approached first, quietly opening the bedroom door and stepping into the gloomy room. If Dr Lydon had been awake, he’d have pretended to have walked into the wrong room on the way to the toilet, but the doctor was dead to the world after her double shift at the hospital.
‘Clear,’ Greg said, as he backed out.
Andy tightened the straps of the gas mask behind his head and leaned into the room holding the pressurised cylinder. He pointed the nozzle up 71
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at the ceiling over the double bed and pressed the trigger to release a gentle mist. Job done, Andy backed out and swiftly pulled shut the door.
‘Give it four minutes for the gas to clear out of the air,’ Greg said, looking at his watch as Andy pulled off his mask and tucked it back inside his pack, along with the gas cylinder.
After an anxious wait crouching in the hallway, Andy burst noisily into Dr Lydon’s bedroom. He f licked on the light and stumbled on to the bed. This was a deliberate strategy: if the gas hadn’t worked for some reason, he’d get yelled at for waking George’s mum but she’d hopefully think nothing of it apart from some hyped-up kid bursting through the wrong door.
In many ways this was the trickiest part of the whole operation, so Andy was delighted to find himself sprawled over Dr Lydon’s legs, with the mattress bouncing but the doctor’s body completely limp.
‘Gimme a needle,’ Andy shouted, as he ripped off the duvet.
The boys were slightly freaked out as the bedding landed on the f loor. They’d both been through 72
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CHERUB training and were capable of all sorts of remarkable feats, but it was still a shock seeing one of your mate’s mums sprawled naked and unconscious over the bed in front of you.
‘I feel like a right perv,’ Greg confessed, as he rolled Dr Lydon on to her front.
‘Snap some pics with your camera phone,’ Andy grinned. ‘That’ll freak Georgie boy out when he wakes up.’
‘Be serious,’ Greg said, snorting with laughter as he swabbed Dr Lydon’s skin with a sterile wipe before Andy plunged the needle into the back of her thigh.
Greg threw the duvet back over the doctor before following Andy out into the hallway. He’d f lipped his phone open to dial their mission controller.
‘John,’ Andy said cheerfully. ‘Phase one’s in the bag. Everyone’s sedated and we’re about to move into Kurt Lydon’s
‘Show me some butt,’ Andy grinned.
Greg rolled Zhang on to his belly and pulled down the back of his boxers.
‘Gross,’ Greg choked, gagging and turning away.
‘It’s skidmark cit y down there.’
Andy tried not to breathe as he pulled Zhang’s buttock upwards and wiped a patch of skin with a sterile wipe. He then dug the needle into the fold where Zhang’s f labby bum met the back of his thigh.
After injecting enough sedative to keep Zhang under for six hours, Greg hitched up the boxers and rolled Zhang on to his back again. George weighed half as much and showered t wice as often, so it was a much more pleasant experience rolling 70
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70
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him off the beanbag and injecting his buttock as he lay f lat on the f loor.
Greg tucked a pillow under George’s head before looking uneasily towards Andy. ‘Two down, one to go.’
‘The tricky one,’ Andy noted, as he pulled a green cylinder and a gas mask out of his backpack before heading down the hallway behind Greg. Dr Lydon was probably asleep, but she wasn’t sedated like the boys and would wake with a start before they got anywhere near sticking a needle in her butt. She had to be taken down in a two-stage process, the first of which involved a powerful knock-out gas.
Greg approached first, quietly opening the bedroom door and stepping into the gloomy room. If Dr Lydon had been awake, he’d have pretended to have walked into the wrong room on the way to the toilet, but the doctor was dead to the world after her double shift at the hospital.
‘Clear,’ Greg said, as he backed out.
Andy tightened the straps of the gas mask behind his head and leaned into the room holding the pressurised cylinder. He pointed the nozzle up 71
HS1829_WBD_Cherub.p65
71
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at the ceiling over the double bed and pressed the trigger to release a gentle mist. Job done, Andy backed out and swiftly pulled shut the door.
‘Give it four minutes for the gas to clear out of the air,’ Greg said, looking at his watch as Andy pulled off his mask and tucked it back inside his pack, along with the gas cylinder.
After an anxious wait crouching in the hallway, Andy burst noisily into Dr Lydon’s bedroom. He f licked on the light and stumbled on to the bed. This was a deliberate strategy: if the gas hadn’t worked for some reason, he’d get yelled at for waking George’s mum but she’d hopefully think nothing of it apart from some hyped-up kid bursting through the wrong door.
In many ways this was the trickiest part of the whole operation, so Andy was delighted to find himself sprawled over Dr Lydon’s legs, with the mattress bouncing but the doctor’s body completely limp.
‘Gimme a needle,’ Andy shouted, as he ripped off the duvet.
The boys were slightly freaked out as the bedding landed on the f loor. They’d both been through 72
HS1829_WBD_Cherub.p65
72
10/29/2007, 11:56 AM
CHERUB training and were capable of all sorts of remarkable feats, but it was still a shock seeing one of your mate’s mums sprawled naked and unconscious over the bed in front of you.
‘I feel like a right perv,’ Greg confessed, as he rolled Dr Lydon on to her front.
‘Snap some pics with your camera phone,’ Andy grinned. ‘That’ll freak Georgie boy out when he wakes up.’
‘Be serious,’ Greg said, snorting with laughter as he swabbed Dr Lydon’s skin with a sterile wipe before Andy plunged the needle into the back of her thigh.
Greg threw the duvet back over the doctor before following Andy out into the hallway. He’d f lipped his phone open to dial their mission controller.
‘John,’ Andy said cheerfully. ‘Phase one’s in the bag. Everyone’s sedated and we’re about to move into Kurt Lydon’s
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