Maintenant ou jamais: vectors of death / the flying blizzard of the wizzard

November 6 of 1981, the loathsome dawn shows a cloudy sky over an unspecified well-off suburb of Madrid... the car





the car belongs to the 2nd vice-president of cabinet, J. A. García Díez (third to Leopoldo Calvo Sotelo); a copious amount of explosives has been adhered to the brand new Peugeot on a recondite angle of a mudguard


a tenderhearted terrorist commando of the organization Euskadi Ta Askatasuna (2 men and a woman driver) await from a prudent distance in a SEAT 131 '78, which is parked close to a mountain of trash, nonsensically piled by the neighbors

the air brings an unheard perfume, cheap cologne maybe, that repulsive matinal smell of unidentified origin that blends freshness with Hell, sprinkled in the morning breeze by some bilious angel, or beldame from the night's Plutonian shore

it's 7:48 AM, from the corner, the pathetic and vacuous noise of a male pigeon with mucocutaneous putrefaction can be heard.


A while later García Díez opens the door of his house, the coche bomba is awaiting, he walks to the car

the door of the Peugeot is opened, and García Díez sits down on the grey seat

the automobile is perfumed with Rexona deodorant, and despite he just took a shower, some rebel dandruff falls from the head of García Díez on the shoulders of the impeccable blue suit... he introduces the key and starts the car, turning on the radio:

"No more love at your convenience"

a strange sensation assaults his psyche, García Díez doesn't like Pop Rock with fake Disco overtones, and besides it's the first time he hears the ridiculous song


the twisted hearts of the malefactors beat with trepidant rhythm, the car of García Díez is going to pass in front of their SEAT in a few seconds, and after that, once it passed by, they will blow it in 1000 damned pieces by means of remote control, because they want to see the car bursting lifted 8 metres from the pavement in flames, because García Díez is a rightwinged member of the UCD party.


But unexpectedly, a ray (it's a ray?)
A white blizzard like a shot of snow, it appears in the scene... flying, a wizzard?
Yes, a wizzard?
A wizard all in white, wearing a white cape that shines under the white morning sky


ejected like a white meatball the wizard flies, landing beside the SEAT of the terrorists, and stretching his long arm of the law, he catches the hand of the felon who holds the lethal remote control, snatching it from him.


García Díez, who was about to pass by, sees the heroic feat and stops the car, braking violently:
the screech of the tires echoes through the street


frustrated and scared the villains start their car and escape at 122 km p/h through the narrow street, they escape! Escape!

At prodigious speed, the white wizard [unnamed for the story] he pulls a white and long lasso with the skill of a prestidigitator, and throws it with lawful and white arm

the lasso, longer than death, it flies in the matutine oxygen, and gets entangled in the bumper of the terrorists' vehicle:

with masterful movement, the white hero makes the lasso swirl in centripetal-whipping parabola, using the own impulse of the car against itself:

the SEAT of the bad men overturns in the air like a mad horse, and crashing against a stupid but huge Coca Cola billboard acquires brutal combustion and explodes. The end.

The white wizzard disappears from the scene flying toward Malasaña, his silhouette gets immediately confounded with the white sky

García Díez stays paralyzed in his Peugeot, his eyes are fixed on the twisted SEAT 131 in flames

sirens of the police and fire brigade of Madrid are heard, on a near corner, the pigeon with mucocutaneous putrefaction flies scared.