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Sitting in my paper strewn office at the chateau.

The phone rings.

"Mr Healy?"

"Who is this?"

"You would be wise to cease your enquiries into the life of Otto Skorzeny."

"Why? Am I getting close? The bit about war time contacts between the SS and the IRA? Did Skorzeny really know Pat McKenna who is styled on a headstone in Kilcullen cemetary,Northern Division Commander of the IRA? Did Skorzeny bring a black magic circle to Kilcullen? Did he initiate elements of the IRA into a devil worship cult? Is that why Pat McKenna's supposed son and daughter Joe and Breda McKenna are satanists? Am I right about my old history teacher at Newbridge College having some sort of connection to the thing?"

"It will all end in tears Mr Healy."

"Still not quite getting your name."

"There is only one way this ends. Either you stop what you're doing or you die."

"That's two ways."

"Es lebe unsere geheimnis Deutschland."

"Mugs is that you? You're such a kidder. And your German accent is a joke. Give it a rest will you."

"The sands of your life are running out. You will die in blood."

"Nyeahhhhh fuggoff!"

The line went dead.

The ghosts of four gentlemen in a music combo styled Limp Biskit entered the room, gave a curt nod and without any further word of explanation started playing their version of Mission Impossible 2 which appropriately enough is based on a Lalo Schfrin riff. Not the one from The Eagle Has Landed but still a good one.

It was super bad ass.