Chapter 89: Locked In
The men in the room turned their attention to the pretty girl standing on the table. Maybe they thought after the singing comes the go-go dancing.
Sorry to interrupt. I thought you might like to know the man who just left put something in your drinks.
A confused murmur drifted around the room.
I cant be absolutely sure, but I think he drugged you so it would be easier to grab you when you leave here and force you to join the army.
The murmuring escalated into objections.
What are you saying?
Why would he do that?
Not true. Not true.
The natives started to get restless. I tried to move away from Betty Bigmouth, but I was in a booth so it was hard to get any distance.
Please, I dont want to start any trouble Yeah, right but I saw him squeeze a few drops of whatever was in the small pouch on his belt into each of your mugs. Maybe they were vitamin drops and hes secretly boosting your immune system, I dont know, Im not a doctor . Im just warning you, if you leave here and run into him, theres a good chance hes going to try and sign you up, whether youre interested or not.
This gave the men pause for thought, but none of them seemed convinced. A scruffy man with a bushy beard stood up on the far side of the room.
I dont know why youre saying these things, but I known Crunchy since we were boyssame as most everyone else here and theres no way he would do something like that. No way. I mean, why? Why would he do such a thing? It makes no sense.
There was general agreement with this sentiment.
I dont know, said Jenny. Does he get paid a commission for the men he brings in?
An awkward silence fell on the room.
He do, said Bushy Beard, but not enough to turn on his friends.
What if he managed to bring in every man in this room. Would it be enough money to tempt him then?
Everyone looked around, counting the number of men and doing the calculations. There were twelve men in the room.
I, I still dont believe it, said Bushy, sounding unsure of himself. You say he put something in our drinks? Well, I feel fine. More than fine. I think you just be seeing things. You wanna be more careful who you go around badmouthing, young lady. I had enough of this. Im a going home.
He pushed away a chair and walked over to the exit, paused to give Jenny a disapproving glare, and opened the door.
A gust of cool, fresh air rushed into the room and struck Bushy like an undercut to the chin. His head tilted up and he staggered a few steps backwards before collapsing.
A couple of the men nearest rushed to help him up. They got him back to his feet but his neck had turned to rubber flopping his head from side to side.
Remi, whats wrong? Are you okay, Remi?
His only response was a stream of giggles. A sense of panic pervaded the room.
Jenny climbed down from the table and sat back down next to me. She smiled at me like job well done.
What the fuck is wrong with you? I said.
All I did was warn them, said Jenny. Its up to them if they want to do something about it or not.
And you think thats all? No blowback?
Jenny shrugged. Why would there be? We can just leave.
Holy shit, she actually believed that. It must have been pretty great being someone whose life always worked out for the best. I on, the other hand, was a guy whose life never did. Irresistible force, immovable object. Who would win?
Hes just drunk, said a bald man over by the bar. Youre all going barmy over nothing. He stood up, took a step forward like you do when you get to the bottom of the stairs and thinks theres one more step when there isnt, and went down like a very drunk sack of potatoes. He lay on the floor giggling.
All around us, men began to stagger and go limp. Weird, unnerving laughter filled the room.
A younger guy sitting by the window suddenly stood up. Its Corporal Ween, hes back. He isnt alone.
Lock the door, cried out the barman. Shutter the windows.
The three bar staff ran around shuttering the windows, skipping around the incapacitated customers.
Were going to have a lock in, said the barman. Youll all stay here until you sober up.
I cant stay here, said one of the men who was still able to remain upright. You any idea the bollocking Ill get if I spend the night in pub? My wifell cut me goolies off. He stumbled towards the door which was closed, locked and had a bar across it.
What do you think shell do if she finds out youre fighting on the frontlines and theres no one to support her or the kids? said the barman.
The guy stopped and leaned against the wall like he was giving the question a lot of consideration. He slowly slid down the wall and ended up in a heap on the floor, so I guess deliberations had ended.
We can just leave, can we? I said to Jenny.
She looked at me somewhat sheepishly. Theres probably a back door.
Damn, the back door. I almost forgot the busted lock. You the barman pointed to one of his staff go to the back door and nail it shut.
Jenny refused to look me in the eye. Its just a lock in. Its not like we have to fight our way out of here.
The guy who had played lute for Flossie suddenly called out. Oh, no! He was pulling large wooden shutters across the window at the front of the pub, but he had stopped and was looking at something out in the street. Uncle Enwye!
What is it, Little Chicken? said the barman.
To be fair, with his long scrawny neck and beaky nose, the kid did have a poultry look about him, but it was still a bit of cruel nickname.
The men with Corporal Ween, said Little Chicken, they aint regular army. They look like theyre from the Carpenters Guild.
Oh, shit! said the barman.
It was a bit of an extreme reaction, I thought. Granted, a carpenter might be useful for taking the door off its hinges, but I couldnt see any reason for the abject fear on everyones faces.
I got up and walked over, partially out of curiosity and partly because I didnt want Jenny to say anything else.
At least it isnt raining. SFX: crash of thunder.
Whats so scary about a few carpenters?
The barman looked at me like I was an idiot. There arent any carpenters in the Carpenters Guild.
Then why are they called the
The barman interrupted me with a long sigh and a shake of his head. If you had a group of thugs and murderers for hire what would you call them? The Assassins Guild? Put it on a business card with your contact details, would you? Be a bit of a giveaway to the authorities, wouldnt it?
Oh, I said. I get it. And the Thieves Guild
The Cheesemakers Association. They do actually also produce cheese, but its more of a sideline.
So, these Carpenter Guild guys are pretty tough?
They take a blood oath before every job. Either they get the job done or die trying.
There was a loud banging on the door. Come on, now. Whats going on in there? If youre having a lock in, at least let me in for a drink.
The barman moved over to the door. Ah, you know the law, Crunchy. Once the doors locked, no ones allowed in. Cost me my licence if I broke the rules.
I wont tell anyone, said the voice through the door. There was a fake jovality to it, but it wasnt hard to spot the menace beneath it.
Ha, nice try., said the barman, his fake jovality undercut with a nervous desperation. Sorry, no can do.
There was another round of banging. Those men have got families to go home to, jobs in the morning. Its irresponsible to let them drink all night.
Its irresponsible to bring the Carpenters Guild into this, the barman shot back. There was silence.
I went to the shutters and peered through the slats. There were three wagons out there and a bunch of silhouettes. Large silhouettes.
I dont suppose you have a cellar with a secret passageway out of here? I said.
No, said the barman. Theres no way in or out of here now.
Okay. Well just have to wait for everyone to sober up. The customers were in various stages of passing out. On tables, on the floor, some even on their feet. Lets just hope Corporal Crunchy doesnt try any FBI hostage negotiation techniques like setting the place on fire and burning us all to death.
There was a sound above us. We all stopped and looked up.
Oh shit, said the barman, I forgot about the roof. Theres a skylight in the back bedroom.
Jenny sprang to her feet, ran across the room, headed for the stairs. I grabbed her as she tried to get past me.
What do you think youre doing? I had her firmly by the shoulders. Im not going to get myself killed because you think youre some kind of hero.
She shook me off. I didnt ask you to come with me. She patted me on the shoulder and then sprinted up the stairs.
She was right. If she wanted to throw herself into the arms of certain death, that was her business. Absolutely nothing to do with me. My job was to keep me alive. She was on her own.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I chased up the stairs after her. What the hell was it about this girl that made me run towards danger?
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