Successful Extraction

We’ve got her back!

She would be telling you this herself but at the moment, Gobz is at the hospital getting stitched up a bit. Unfortunately, they managed to get one finger. Um, a very prominent middle one. There is a picture of it looking all miff but Gobz will have to send that to you later since I don’t know where the hell she keeps her cables.

So here’s what happened:

After that letter from Gobby’s bro was sent off, we started noticing strange things. Apart from finally getting a demand, all of us could report being followed or monitored by strange people. On bikes.

And then we got lucky.

On the way to work the other morning, my little tail must have not been looking around at the road much in an effort to keep up with me because, well, he went through a red robot and was promptly knocked on his ass and all unconscious. I decided to take the opportunity to grab him and see what I could find out. Since he didn’t seem to be majorly hurt (and if there were internal injuries I didn’t really care), I told the driver that hit him that he was my cousin and I’d take him to the hospital myself. Then I threw him in the car and took him home. Where he was promptly tied up. To cut a long story short, he came around and eventually told me what we needed to know to get Gobz.

As it turns out,  she was being held quite close by. And by quite close, I mean about 4 streets away. But that wasn’t the best part. We also found out that her captors were a nefarious band of cyclists (makes sense, they are the one group of people she’s pissed off the most). This counted in our favour of course since we know from experience that they aren’t the brightest bunch on the planet.

We weren’t prepared for what we found when we got there though.

Upon arriving, we promptly scanned the property and decided the best way to go in was straight through the front door. So we did this. I’d just like to mention that it’s more difficult to break down a door than it looks. And that’s when we stopped.

There we found Gobz strapped to a chair with a cup of tea in her hand being lectured at about bicycles and how using your middle finger on them is not acceptable. And that’s when a cigar slicer (whatever those things are called) was used to, well, shorten her middle finger.

And then we kicked their asses, got her out of there and to the hospital and now you’re all caught up.

Despite the pain of the finger loss, emotional as well as physical, Gobz is in high spirits and has a surprise for everyone tomorrow. She really is indefatigable sometimes. You should probably look that up if you don’t know what it means. It’s important.

Related posts:

1. Weekend Update
2. Day 1
3. Aggravation #6
4. Repitition becomes me.
5. Day 2