The log of George. A. Antioch

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George and Helga step out of the clinic Helga was in a very cheerful mood while George was trying to hide a mixture of both happiness and dread, but he was showing the former.
"So we are having twins after all, I really don't know what to say other than how happy I am."
Helga gave him a look of suspicion.
"I know that you are hiding something George, you know that you cannot fool me."
George sighed and place a hand on his forehead.
"It's just I don't like seeing you in pain, and my mother said that me and Charles was a painful birth."
"Ja but you where not born planetside, even then I want a home birth."
"I guess we will have to cross that bridge when we come to it. Now where is-?"
A man walked up to them.
"Are you George Antioch?"
"Yes, do I know you?" George asked.
"Nein, I am here to give you a message from the WVS."

"Yes what is it?" George snarled bitterly.
"This." and with that he grabbed Helga by the arm and held it in an almost arm breaking position.
"If you don't sign over the farm I will break your wif- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
George had spun round and put both hands round the guy's head and started to twist.
"Now you listen to me, the farm is not for sale, it is not and shall not be for as long as I have at least part ownership of it."
"George this hurts." Helga moaned.
"Release my wife or I will snap you neck like a toothpick."
"Nein, the farm will belong to-" *SNAP*
The WVS man fell in a heap and Helga fell into George's arms sobbing.
"It hurt George, why are they doing this?"
"I don't know but I will try and find out."
"Did you kil-"
"No he will be fine just he will wake up with a sore neck."
A RFP officer was walk towards them at a high rate of knots.
"Oh bugger it."
"HALT OR I WILL SHO-" The officer paused to read the transcript of the incident on George's data slate.

"Oh I see should I call an ambulance?" He said rather sheepishly.
"I wouldn't but to be on the safe side."
"Right, I still need to take statements from you two."
"There is no need if you have a similar device, which I assume you do?"
"Ja here." The officer hands George his data pad but George did a dance with his fingers and the data was transferred before the officer could react.
"What, how did you do that so quickly and where can I get myself one?" The officer asked.
"You cannot get one of these unfortunately I had this made for me, and as an accomplished pianist the hand movements aren't that hard for me."
"I see, well I have to get this guy an ambulance, good day."

*Back at George and Helga's apartment*
George was making tea while helga was laying on the sofa rubbing her swollen belly.
"George, I know it's early but have you though about names?"
"Unfortunately I have not." George said as he stirred his tea.
"I really want of have over and done with but I have now ideas, thanks" She said as George handed her some tea.
"I will go over it with you later, now what to play?" George said as he sat down at his mini-grand piano.
"What about some Mozart, Helga?" George knew Helga's second favourite composer only too well.
"Um, how about something more Bretonian?"
George pondered for a moment.
"Grenadiers it is then."
And George started playing the British Grenadiers.
After he finished Helga who was always interested in George's hobbies said.
"George, as I can sort of play the piano but have issues with my handwork, would it be possible for you to try and teach me."
George looked at her and said.
"I don't know if I would be a good teacher with my trader life style and your current burden."
"Burden, what do you mean?"
"It's a Bretonian thing Helga very hard to explain, now about the children's names?" George lead Helga to his office almost forgetting his tea and a a true Bretonian tea is very important.

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