ACES HIGH

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Characters in this story

  • Amelia — An 18-year-old Yorkshire goth teen turned anti-hero vigilante. Fierce and patriotic, she dual-wields pistols to fight corruption and threats to British values. She fights against the corruption and incompetence in the British government, specifically against Prevent, an authoritarian intel agency.
  • Charlie — Charlie, an 18-year-old British teen, ditches college for radical life with Amelia. From naive gamer tempted by extremism, he becomes a cynical terrorist and Amelia's Clyde to her Bonnie in their anti-corruption crusade. Sarcastic, resourceful, with a dry wit masking moral conflict.
  • Charlene — The twin sister of anti-hero Charlie from Pathways. She begins on a peaceful path working on behalf of the Restore Britain Party for Rupert Lowe as a staff member to go against Prevent. As the story proceeds, Charlene joins Amelia and Charlie's crusade to take down Prevent.
  • Sean — Amelia's older Irish cousin, hailing from a group of Irish travelers. His father was a member of the IRA. He's the grizzled yet fiery mentor figure who taught Amelia street survival that prepared her for her life as a terrorist.
  • Cú — Sean's loyal wolfdog companion, a hybrid bred from a gray wolf and an Irish Wolfhound for maximum strength, intelligence, and loyalty. Cú was raised alongside Sean during his formative years, becoming an integral part of his black-market runs and underground fights.
  • Brigid — Sean's mother, and the leader of the original gang of Irish travellers started by Sean's father.
  • Norm — Sean's little brother and a member of Brigid's gang of Irish travellers.
  • Trixie — An MI6 agent who masqueradeas as a stereotypical British chav. She is investigating Prevent and becomes a reluctant ally with Amelia.
  • Shay — Sean's second. Rode with Sean's father. Holds the fort, asks no questions, misses nothing.
Story transcript

Brigid: Ground’s clear.

Charlie: So the aircraft get a clean run at us. Out of the frying pan and into the fucking fire.

Amelia: At least these shitheads know how to make an entrance.

Charlie: I can’t bring that thing down with this, but I can sure as hell piss it off!

Amelia: Go on, love! Keep the fucking flies off us!

Sean: Charlene, remember the Erebus? Ye shot down two Apaches with that Barrett! Can ye get us a third?

Charlene: That was just luck, Sean!

Sean: No, Charlene! That was God and your own bloody skill! I believe in ye! Now make us another miracle!

Trixie: I beg your fucking pardon?! Two Apaches?!

Charlene: O-okay. I'll try!

Trixie: Oh my God, you did it!

Sean: There! What’d I feckin’ tell ye? Knew ye could pull off a third miracle, a stór!

Charlene: I just got lucky, Sean. And it was the Wildcat, not the Apache.

Sean: Still counts! It was God and you who did it!

Trixie: I am never playing darts with you, Charlene.

Charlene: Oh, hush…

Norm: MISSILE!

Charlie: You all right, Norm?

Norm: Yeah… I’m fine.

Amelia: That’s it! Now I’m pissed!

Charlie: Oh… fuck me.

Amelia: Good ‘oh fuck me,’ or bad ‘oh fuck me’, Charlie?

Amelia: Oh. Very good ‘oh fuck me’!

Trixie: What’ve you found, Charlie-boy?

Charlie: Something that’ll improve our odds. Check your case.

Trixie: Well now. I can say a good ‘oh fuck me’ too.

Charlene: Oh my…

Sean: How d’ ye not believe in God after this?

Trixie: This is more like the Devil’s luck, Irishman.

Charlene: It’s coming back around!

Trixie: I’ve got you, you bastards…

Sean: FECK YES!

Trixie: One left. But that’s the only missile we’ve got.

Charlene: I can’t get a clean shot!

Trixie: Shit. That one’s the real problem. Got anything you can use, you crazy goth grape?

Amelia: Leave it to me, Double-O Chav. This fucker’s mine.

Brigid: Keep moving, Sean!

Sean: We are, Ma!

Norm: Ma! Straight stretch coming!

Trixie: Amelia. You’re about to get your shot. Make it count, babes.

Charlie: That fly swatter ready yet, Bonnie?

Amelia: Locked and loaded, Clyde.

Charlie: Amelia? Remember what you said as we were escaping when you busted me out of that camp?

Amelia: Oh Charlie, you sly devil you. You REALLY know how to turn me on, darling.

Charlie: That was the idea, Ames...

Amelia: For luck.

Charlie: You're God damn right, babe...

Amelia: Here goes...

Amelia: TAKE THIS, COCKSUCKERS!

Amelia: FUCK YEAH! THAT'S THREE FOR THREE, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Amelia: Hey Char! That's three! Tell Sean he owes me a round of whiskey!

Charlene: Tell him yourself, Amy! He can hear you!

Sean: Hey Charlene! Tell Amelia she’s a feckin’ lunatic!

Amelia: You say that like it’s news, pikey!

Brigid: Roll call.

Brigid: Rear Six?

Sean: Jude? Ye there? Come in!… Nothing.

Brigid: Keep moving.