Killer Dachshunds
Mood:  not sure
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Well last night I was rudely awaken by a vibrating sensation in my trouser pocket. I'd almost forgotten about that little trinket I'd picked up from Madam Sue's Bondage Emporium but it wasn't that. My Mossad issue phone was summoning me. It's f***ing awful that I should get woken up at 10 at night after a hard day skiving at the Hospital. Even worse that I'm told that I have to get down to Fairoaks and escort some mutts up to the safe house in Harlesden.
I've heard about the elite killer Dachshund unit, but until last night I'd never had any contact with them. Strange looking bunch they are, don't look tough at all, and as for the f***ing dogs, don't even go there. Stupid looking things about six inches off of the ground, viscious...don't make me laugh. It just goes to show how far standards have fallen in Tel Aviv. When I was in the Dog unit we used German Shepherds, which was pretty controversial if you look at the role they played in Nazi Germany, but there just wasn't any decent Jewish dogs around at the time.
Anyway I ended up having to escort these things up to some well dodgy looking estate in Harlesden, although I was glad I didn't have to take them all the way. The exact location of the Ex councillor is a closely guarded secret, there are a lot of people who would like to get to him. Me...well I'm just thinking what I could do with the power and influence being on the local council could do for me. I'd get that anti tank ditch built around my house after all, plus the odd little backhander to supplement my poor porter's wages. It's becoming very tempting.

Shalom