Day 2 - Discovered Among the Reindeer - Prosfic: Never on Holiday by Slantedlight

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I was not expecting to be working today, which means that I'm going to post this wee fic, which was written for Write Time 2023. It's been cold enoough, though, that I could do with some warmer temperatures... *g*

The task was set for writers to include: the word “precipitous”, a building that has significance in the story and sense of time...

Never on Holiday
by Slantedlight

They were, of course, on holiday, a whole week away from CI5, from London, cars and guns, and from the Organisation and plastic explosives, and so neither of them had an RT. Not, Doyle thought, that it would do them any good up here anyway; so far north of Kneesden that they spoke another language, deep in the Yorkshire wilderness, and well away from anything as civilised as a local cop shop.

In the case of the half-dozen men who had driven up and tumbled from the back of a non-descript brown van, that language was heavily accented in Irish. Worse still, their curses and threats as they sauntered loudly down the path to the house at the bottom of the cliff were aimed at the man they pushed roughly ahead of them, hands bound behind his back, eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged.

Doyle recognised him straight away, even all the way up here where he shouldn’t be, through the dim, late summer twilight, and the thick bushes that concealed them.

Jax.

( Beside him... )