FREEWHEEL BURNING

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Characters in this story

  • NPC — Background charater
  • 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: Keep the civilians in the middle! Fighters on the outside! Nobody fucking stops!

Amelia: Eleven of them.

Charlie: You counted, Ames?

Amelia: I intend to know when I've killed all the bastards.

Brigid: Purple case. Open it.

Amelia: Grandad’s Benelli.

Brigid: Been keepin’ her warm for ye.

Amelia: Oh, Aunt Brigid. Explosive shells? You shouldn’t have!

Brigid: Try not to look so happy, love.

Amelia: Too late!

Brigid: Dat one’s fer Da’s rifle.

Charlie: An M203 under barrel grenade launcher? Oh fuck me. Your family doesn’t do subtle, does it, Ames?

Amelia: Course not, Charlie. Fuck subtle.

Amelia: That’s one! Ten more!

Charlie: You’re actually counting, aren’t you, babe?

Amelia: Obviously, love!

Norm: Please be careful not to fire that inside!

Charlie: No shit.

Amelia: You got two! Eight more!

Charlie: That counts as two, babe?

Amelia: Course it does! The grenade didn't shoot itself, darling!

Sean: Brought somethin’ for ya, Charlene!

Sean: Ya miss her, a stór?

Charlene: Yeah. I did. You are such a gentleman, Sean.

Trixie: Touching reunion. They’re about to ram us.

Charlene: Not for long!

Sean: Dat’s me girl!

Trixie: Oh, you mad Irish bastard!

Sean: Haha! Hold on, sweethearts!

Charlene: Sean! Please!

Sean: What's da matter, Charlene?

Trixie: She means try not to get so fucking carried away!

Sean: Can't help meself!

Charlene: You've had that this whole time, Trixie?

Trixie: I've had lots of things this whole time, babes. But this little toy I was saving and had your boyfriend hold onto for me.

Sean: Don't phrase it like dat.

Trixie: Semper Occultus, motherfuckers.

Charlene: Remind me never to annoy MI6.

Trixie: You're lucky I like you, sweetheart.

Brigid: Sean. Keep it off the civilians.

Charlene: Still moving.

Sean: Hit the bastard again.

Charlie: Bonnie?

Amelia: Keep us steady, Clyde.

Brigid: That's my job, love.

Brigid: Sean.

Sean: Already on it, Ma.

Amelia: One left.

Amelia: Oh, fuck off. Need more shells.

Charlene: Trixie?

Trixie: Ammo's gone.

Sean: Den bring the bloody thing back.

Trixie: No.

Trixie: I've got a better idea.

Sean: Jaysus! Yer feckin' mental!

Trixie: Required for the job, mate!

Amelia: And that's all of em!

Charlie: We actually got all eleven.

Amelia: Told you we could handle 'em, love!

Trixie: Brigid.

Trixie: They didn't have a clean firing lane.

Charlie: They were waiting.

Sean: Ma…

Brigid: I see it. Enemy choppers inbound!

Amelia: Go fucking figure... Right then. Round two, shitheads!