The Treacherous Wheels: An Oliver DeVille Short Story by Vetle Sivertsen by Vetle Sivertsen - Read Online

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Chapter I

South Wallonia, Belgium

Monday, March 12th – 15:23

The tires of the quad bike sounded like a wounded cat as the rubber and cobblestones worked against each other. Oliver DeVille jumped off the four-wheeled toy before it came to a standstill. Looking over at the group of people standing in front of several other quads, he hoped not to see heads shaking slowly from side to side.

While the three women did not look too impressed, the men smiled like boys who were thinking of naughty things. DeVille let out a sigh, took off his helmet, and smiled back. Being a fast learner was a requirement in his line of business, but even so, it was less than two days since he straddled a quad for the first time. And now he felt like he had been driving these machines for years. Don’t get too cocky, an inner voice said.

Hey, Ollie? Whoever leaves rubber on the cobbles, buys the drinks. You know that, right? Danny Pearce, a friend and terrorism consultant, said over the humming of eight idling engines.

"Play hard, live hard and pay hard, DeVille answered. Let’s go, then."

Pearce slapped him on the shoulder as they entered the old mansion. The six other consultants who were part of the team building event, DeVille considered to be colleagues. Pearce, on the other hand, was a friend. Only when he had seen his name on the invitation list to the event, had DeVille accepted. A week of fun — billable to the EU Commission. No need to worry about the bar tab, it was practically an open bar.

A grand, two-story hall greeted them as they entered the seventeenth-century mansion. The marble was in stark contrast to the orangey bricks of the outside. DeVille ran a hand through his hair, to straighten it out, more from the wind than the helmet. Ahead of them were the dining room and bar. Taxpayer money was already hard at work at the bar counter. Besides the eight consultants, there were twenty members of the European Parliament, which hired the consultants, attending the team building.

Pearce looked at the