May Day! Part 30
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discoveredinalj“The Leatherhead.”
“Eh?”
“Off Jermyn Street.”
“Ah...”
Doyle rolled his eyes. “It’s a club. Not as fancy as some of them, but it’ll take the likes of Maurice Seaton, and apparently Maurice Seaton...”
“... will take the likes of your Charlie.”
“Right. I thought he was settling down, but... he’s a constant enough guest that he’s practically a member himself.”
“Better taste in pick up joints than you’ve got, anyway. Didn’t fancy it yourself? ”
“Sod off, Bodie.”
“I’m just saying... You said he was an old mate of yours...”
“So ‘elp me, Bodie...”
“Alright...” Bodie backed down, hands raised peaceably, threw the keys across the roof of the Audi, and got in the passenger side.
“You know, we could have picked up one of the cars,” Doyle said, accelerating out of the carpark. “At least if we’re reinstated we could have a decent motor.”
“This is a good bit of kit, this!” Bodie looked affronted, “It might have been sitting around in the garage for a while, but there’s nothing wrong with it!”
“And Cowley’s planning a Christmas party to surprise us this year.”
“He could be...”
Doyle grinned, unable to help himself, was pleased when Bodie smiled back at him. They’d track down Foley, find out what was going on, burn those bloody photographs, and then take themselves home for a good long...
“Mind the bus!”
Doyle swerved, clearing the Route Master with inches to spare, and pulled up to park illegally just down the street from the Leatherhead Club.
“The only thing is,” he pulled the keys from the ignition and swung them around on his finger, thoughtfully, “What the hell’s Murphy doing with them?”
Their eyes met for a frozen moment, they looked away hurriedly.
“No.”
“No. Definitely not.”
“That envelope...”
“The pictures?”
“We’ve got the pictures.”
“We’ve got one set of the pictures...”
They sat staring at the elegant steps of the gentlemen’s club, at the red awning that fluttered gently in the breeze, at the varnished door with its neat brass plaque.
“We could see what Cowley’s got to say for himself,” Doyle gestured with the RT.
“We could, or... bloody ‘ell!”
Doyle turned, caught sight of what Bodie had seen. Maurice Seaton walking towards the club with none other than Andrew Williston. Talking calmly, they climbed the steps, opened the door, and disappeared inside.
“Told you – Cowley’s throwing us a surprise party,” Bodie muttered.
“Well he’s got a funny... fuck!” The door to the Leatherhead Club had swung open, and Andrew Williston stumbled frantically out, clutching a large brown envelope, breaking into a fast run, and pursued by Murphy.
“Go!”
“Eh?”
“Off Jermyn Street.”
“Ah...”
Doyle rolled his eyes. “It’s a club. Not as fancy as some of them, but it’ll take the likes of Maurice Seaton, and apparently Maurice Seaton...”
“... will take the likes of your Charlie.”
“Right. I thought he was settling down, but... he’s a constant enough guest that he’s practically a member himself.”
“Better taste in pick up joints than you’ve got, anyway. Didn’t fancy it yourself? ”
“Sod off, Bodie.”
“I’m just saying... You said he was an old mate of yours...”
“So ‘elp me, Bodie...”
“Alright...” Bodie backed down, hands raised peaceably, threw the keys across the roof of the Audi, and got in the passenger side.
“You know, we could have picked up one of the cars,” Doyle said, accelerating out of the carpark. “At least if we’re reinstated we could have a decent motor.”
“This is a good bit of kit, this!” Bodie looked affronted, “It might have been sitting around in the garage for a while, but there’s nothing wrong with it!”
“And Cowley’s planning a Christmas party to surprise us this year.”
“He could be...”
Doyle grinned, unable to help himself, was pleased when Bodie smiled back at him. They’d track down Foley, find out what was going on, burn those bloody photographs, and then take themselves home for a good long...
“Mind the bus!”
Doyle swerved, clearing the Route Master with inches to spare, and pulled up to park illegally just down the street from the Leatherhead Club.
“The only thing is,” he pulled the keys from the ignition and swung them around on his finger, thoughtfully, “What the hell’s Murphy doing with them?”
Their eyes met for a frozen moment, they looked away hurriedly.
“No.”
“No. Definitely not.”
“That envelope...”
“The pictures?”
“We’ve got the pictures.”
“We’ve got one set of the pictures...”
They sat staring at the elegant steps of the gentlemen’s club, at the red awning that fluttered gently in the breeze, at the varnished door with its neat brass plaque.
“We could see what Cowley’s got to say for himself,” Doyle gestured with the RT.
“We could, or... bloody ‘ell!”
Doyle turned, caught sight of what Bodie had seen. Maurice Seaton walking towards the club with none other than Andrew Williston. Talking calmly, they climbed the steps, opened the door, and disappeared inside.
“Told you – Cowley’s throwing us a surprise party,” Bodie muttered.
“Well he’s got a funny... fuck!” The door to the Leatherhead Club had swung open, and Andrew Williston stumbled frantically out, clutching a large brown envelope, breaking into a fast run, and pursued by Murphy.
“Go!”
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Date: 2008-05-31 02:18 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2008-05-31 02:32 am (UTC)*cue overly dramatic 70s chase music* *makes wah wah guitar noises* *sits on edge of seat* *appears to have become the human set of stage directions*
Ah... a slight on an old boyfriend met by a slight on an old car. Seems reasonable! :D
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-31 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-31 06:14 am (UTC)As
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Date: 2008-05-31 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-31 08:00 am (UTC)Where are all these people who said they wanted to write a chase scene?! *g*
No more from me until nearer Pago Pago time I'm afraid - I'm in London until tomorrow night, though I might manage a late night stint if it's getting desperate!
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Date: 2008-05-31 08:05 am (UTC)I shall be keeping an eye on from London, but I'll be with a non-slash mate/my Phd adviser (eek!) so any dashing in I do will have to be quick and moderately surreptitious! *g* Thank goodness for Pago Pago time... *g*
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Date: 2008-05-31 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-31 05:47 pm (UTC)So... if no one else posts you might have to wait a while... *g* But surely someone else will! *looks around hopefully*
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Date: 2008-05-31 06:46 pm (UTC)Slantedlight has my permission (begging here) to delete my entry (pretty please!) and to finish this up properly. Consider it a commercial break before you get back to the main feature.
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Date: 2008-06-01 10:01 am (UTC)Although I'm wondering if the chocolate you had was in some kind of special brownie...*g*
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