THE LIBERATION OF RORY DYLAN STEPHEN: EVERYTHING TO PIECES! MY PUPPYHOOD FINALLY RIPPED FROM ME
I understand Bob and Fay made arrangements to fly from Toronto to Singapore via Hong Kong. They would be at Singapore Shangri-La late tomorrow evening. Blessed reunion!
All the passengers were partaking in their last meal on the Eastern & Oriental Express. At 14:00 we were to be taken from the train to be processed by Singaporean Immigration and Customs. We were told to expect a massive media presence outside the Woodlands train station. Two murders on a luxury train was newsworthy. The fact no progress had been made nor much official interest being shown in the murder investigation of Madame Fong had all level-headed persons scratching their heads. And of course, why had the two Budweiser swilling hamburger and ketchup men been released from the train prior to their questioning for the murder of Sir Reginald Nicomshire and had been picked up by American embassy Surburbans? Something very rotten in the state of Denmark!
Our butler Keith appeared somewhat anxious persistently looking at his watch as he took me, earlier than usual for a post luncheon walk in a field about 700 meters from the train. A usual stinking hot and humid day in Singapore.
Then a deafening roar, like I have never heard before and the Eastern & Oriental Express with all passengers and crew obliterated in a several huge explosions. Keith dragged me to a nearby shed as chunks of metal and what appeared to be body parts rained down upon us.
In a state of shock it tsunamied me……Bobby Fong, Jr. and Amira gone!!!!
How much more death and destruction must I encounter. Did so many die because of my abduction? Am I the cause of so much evil?
Don’t tell me otherwise, don’t you dare! I saw three black jets without markings drop their deadly payload on the train.
It took only a few short hours, suspiciously short, for Singaporean and Malaysian authorities to conclude Amira, my dearest friend Amira, had placed explosives throughout the train and in a suicide mission triggered them as after all wasn’t she a prominent member of the “terrorist” organization Malays for Equality in Singapore (MES) and wasn’t it well known the MES was funded by Pakistan Sunni Muslim extremist groups? Muslims…suicide bombers… like meat sauce on spaghetti!
To Singaporean and Malaysian authorities, I say bullshit! I saw these three “unmarked” jets dropping their ordinances on the train. Singapore and Malaysia which dog is wagging your tail? Why did those two Budweiser swilling hamburger eaters leave the train to the American embassy in the midst of a murder investigation in which they were suspects! Gee whiz it was transparent who was putting the muscle on Singapore and Malaysia! Apple pie and ice-cream.
And the press and their cameras prohibited from waiting for us outside the Woodlands train station told to convene at the Chung Ballroom at the Singapore Shangri-La instead. Their cameras might just have recorded those three jets. Unmarked. Why?
And why had Keith been in such a hurry to get me out of the train before it was obliterated. Who was he working with?
Witnesses, documents…..gone… perhaps for some hopefully forgotten.
So yes I am liberated. My puppyhood lost deep in the blood stained woods…..
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