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kiwisue.livejournal.com A Warm Evening on the River
"3.7 to Alpha. We're on the river, approaching Wapping now, over."
"Acknowledged 3.7. Situation?"
"Very smoky, sir."
"I might have worked that out for myself, 3.7! Four pumps and a fireboat attending according to the London Fire Brigade. Can you enter the warehouse and extract Herr Steiner?”
They were on board a small cabin cruiser "borrowed" from its moorings upriver, steered by a pilot from the nearby docks. Right now they were passing the fireboat, its hoses trained on the backlit squares that outlined, in flickering, ominous relief, the warehouse windows and landing stages. Streams of water pumped from the river were hurled against the Victorian brick walls and timber interior. Where the torrent struck a blow the flames were beaten down, only to spring back to life when the fire hose moved on.
Bodie hesitated, looked sideways. Doyle stood beside him, watching, his face an imperturbable mask. Well, if his partner wasn’t yelling blue murder at the boss, chances were... still chancey. “It’ll be warm,” he acknowledged, “but we can do it.”
As though he read the doubt in his agent’s voice, Cowley’s next words were firm. “If possible, Bodie. You know the importance of the information Steiner carries. But no heroics, Bodie. Do only what you can achieve, do you understand?”
“Yes sir. Out.” He hung up the radio handset. “In other words, suicide is out of the question.”
“I’ve got a dentist’s appointment on Thursday,” Doyle said, musingly.
“You’ll keep it.”
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"3.7 to Alpha. We're on the river, approaching Wapping now, over."
"Acknowledged 3.7. Situation?"
"Very smoky, sir."
"I might have worked that out for myself, 3.7! Four pumps and a fireboat attending according to the London Fire Brigade. Can you enter the warehouse and extract Herr Steiner?”
They were on board a small cabin cruiser "borrowed" from its moorings upriver, steered by a pilot from the nearby docks. Right now they were passing the fireboat, its hoses trained on the backlit squares that outlined, in flickering, ominous relief, the warehouse windows and landing stages. Streams of water pumped from the river were hurled against the Victorian brick walls and timber interior. Where the torrent struck a blow the flames were beaten down, only to spring back to life when the fire hose moved on.
Bodie hesitated, looked sideways. Doyle stood beside him, watching, his face an imperturbable mask. Well, if his partner wasn’t yelling blue murder at the boss, chances were... still chancey. “It’ll be warm,” he acknowledged, “but we can do it.”
As though he read the doubt in his agent’s voice, Cowley’s next words were firm. “If possible, Bodie. You know the importance of the information Steiner carries. But no heroics, Bodie. Do only what you can achieve, do you understand?”
“Yes sir. Out.” He hung up the radio handset. “In other words, suicide is out of the question.”
“I’ve got a dentist’s appointment on Thursday,” Doyle said, musingly.
“You’ll keep it.”
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