|‘I welcome you Mr. Mansworth’, said Bin London. ‘Allah welcomes you.’
Rick saw the guards walking to the back of the cave.
‘You killed Christmas Bin London’, said Rick, angrily. ‘I’m taking you
to the police’.
Bin London laughed. His head fell back and his long beard moved
up and down.
‘Commercialism killed your Christmas’, he said, suddenly very serious. ‘Commercialism, capitalism and greed. There’s no religious meaning
in Christmas anymore Mansworth, it only represents money in
the western world. Money and evil.’
‘What about the poor children Bin London? You killed Santa Claus. You ordered one of your men to put a bomb
under his sleigh, murdering him and three reindeer in
‘He was just another symbol of western capitalism. The world and its children will be much happier without him.’
Suddenly the noise of a helicopter stopped the conversation. There was panic inside the cave. Bombs exploded
around them and the “ra-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta” of machine-gun fire was everywhere, sounding even louder inside the cave.
Rick wasn’t stupid. He knew this was his chance to turn the situation around. He jumped
on a guard who was standing near the door and hit him hard. The guard fell
down heavily. Rick took his gun and pointed it at
Bin London. ‘Put your hands up where I can see them MySummer Bin London, your
under arrest and I’m taking you in.’
Rick looked out of the window as the taxi drove through the wet city streets. It was New Year’s Day and he could see Christmas lights in most of the houses he passed. He smiled
to himself. Maybe Bin London had killed Christmas, but he was sure that next year the children would not be living
in fear of MySummer Bin London.
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