May Day! Part Six

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"Stop that!"

Doyle chanced a quick glance over at Bodie, who sat stiffly in the passenger's seat.

"What?" Doyle answered curtly, eyes darting to the mirror again.

"Stop looking like somebody's following us."

With a roll of his eyes, Doyle said, "Somebody's following us."

Bodie relaxed and grinned. "Brown Cortina? Three cars back?"

"Berk," Doyle groused. "Yeah."

"Better lose him before we meet with Marty."

"Right."

Bodie raised an eyebrow when Doyle continued to drive on without making his move. "Problem?"

"Big one." When Bodie started to turn his head, Doyle said, "Don't turn around!"

"Why not?"

"Turn you into a pillar of salt, mate."

"Oh, Christ. Is it one of ours?"

"Ours?" Doyle said bitingly.

"Not all the lads would be against us," Bodie said sagely. "Even if-" He shrugged.

"Even if they knew?"

"Yeah."

"Then why is one of our lads following us?"

"Cowley's orders, of course."

Doyle let out a cold chuckle. "Cowley's orders, of course."

Bodie glanced at Doyle, who looked back intently. They stared at each other for a moment before Doyle's gaze returned to the road. Bodie put a hand on Doyle's arm and asked, "Why did Cowley shake our hands?"

Doyle shifted down into third. "Same as before. We're expendable."

"Bloody hell. Have had enough of that, you know."

"I know. Hold your breath, sunshine. We're going to have a chat up with our former fellow agent. See what sort of talk is going round the hallowed halls of CI5."

The Capri roared forward when Doyle mashed the accelerator.

May Day! Part five

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"Bloody hell, Bodie! Does Her Majesty know about this coup you've been planning?"

Bodie grinned, "Good, innit? Here." He threw a gun at Doyle, who had to catch it one handed as a box of ammunition came sailing along a split second later. Still grinning, Bodie moved off and began peeling bits of tarpaulin covers off various boxes and crates, replacing them or rummaging until he found what he was looking for.

Doyle left him to it, content for the moment to simply stand and marvel at the dusty lock-up Bodie had brought him to. Illuminated by a single lightbulb, boxes and crates were everywhere, neatly stashed around something car-sized under a tarpaulin in the centre. To his left against a cement brick wall stood a Welsh dresser, complete with the required set of china on each shelf. Doyle shook his head at the incongruity and couldn't resist. Putting the gun on a shelf and the ammunition in his jacket pocket, he eased open one of the drawers. An array of passports greeted him, together with several rolls of cash in currencies he didn't recognise. Feeling odd, as if he'd been caught snooping, he quietly closed it and turned round to find Bodie a step away.

"I...uh, was just-"

"Curious. Yeah, I know, and it's all right, mate. Wouldn't have brought you here if there was something I didn't want you to see. Here, take these."

Doyel blinked and focused on the keys Bodie was dangling between them. He looked over Bodie's shoulder at the vehicle under the covering and sighed. "Designated chauffeur am I, your Lordship? Well, it better have some bloody petrol in it and not be some ancient heap your granny left you, 's all I'm saying."

Taking the keys from Bodie's fingers, he picked up the gun and moved past Bodie, cursing freely as he caught his shin on a crate. He began to negotiate his way more carefully towards the car, when he realised Bodie hadn't followed him. His partner was still standing there in fact, with the oddest expression on his face.

"What?"

"Look at the keys for a moment will you, sunshine?"

Wondering if perhaps the shock of being outed like that to Cowley had short-circuited something, Doyle looked down at the keys in his hand.

"I'm looking, I'm looking... And?"

It was Bodie's turn to sigh theatrically and shake his head. He stepped up and took the keys out of Doyle's hand. He singled one out and held it up. "This, you ungrateful peasant, is for the nippy little Audi under the covers over there. And this..." He held up the second one, "...is to this place." He pressed both back into Doyle's palm and slowly closed Doyle's fingers over them. Bodie held Doyle's fist as he spoke and looked directly at him. "These are copies of my keys, you berk. For you. The only copies, I might add, so guard them with your bloody life, all right?"

Doyle nodded, a little afraid of how his voice would come out at what he was being trusted with. Bodie made to turn away and Doyle caught him, hooking a hand round his neck to pull him back. He kissed him hard on the mouth before he let him go. When he opened his eyes Bodie was grinning again.

"I hear you, sunshine. Now let's go see a man about a photo."