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discoveredinaljA triptych is a work in three parts, and there will be three parts to this one, but time-zones being what they are I need to sleep a little first. Herewith then, parts 1 and 2. Part 3 to come before midnight Lads’ time.
Unus
London, the Great Dame of cities. The weather in December was perishing cold and wet, day after sodding day. In this derelict, unheated flat where he swore he could hear the mould grow and the damp rise, sometimes Bodie fancied a return to Africa, to balmy breezes in Cape Town or Nairobi. Except… His partner was sitting near the window, gazing fixedly through binoculars at the building opposite. Doyle was half-smothered in blankets, one hand steadying the equipment, the other tucked away under covers.
Nearby, church bells pealed the hour. Silently, the men stood and exchanged places. The observation continued.
Duo
Bloody weather. No heating because it might steam up the windows. Keep quiet in case the foreign students downstairs get ideas. No relief for forty-eight hours for the same reason. Of course their targets across the road suffered no such constraints. The rain made visibility worse, but Doyle could tell that there was an open fire blazing, and tall stemmed glasses moved on and off a table near the window.
He checked his watch. Murph and Jax were almost due to relieve them. But not quite yet. The anticipation caught at him, time an infinite rubber band stretching wordlessly ahead.
Unus
London, the Great Dame of cities. The weather in December was perishing cold and wet, day after sodding day. In this derelict, unheated flat where he swore he could hear the mould grow and the damp rise, sometimes Bodie fancied a return to Africa, to balmy breezes in Cape Town or Nairobi. Except… His partner was sitting near the window, gazing fixedly through binoculars at the building opposite. Doyle was half-smothered in blankets, one hand steadying the equipment, the other tucked away under covers.
Nearby, church bells pealed the hour. Silently, the men stood and exchanged places. The observation continued.
Duo
Bloody weather. No heating because it might steam up the windows. Keep quiet in case the foreign students downstairs get ideas. No relief for forty-eight hours for the same reason. Of course their targets across the road suffered no such constraints. The rain made visibility worse, but Doyle could tell that there was an open fire blazing, and tall stemmed glasses moved on and off a table near the window.
He checked his watch. Murph and Jax were almost due to relieve them. But not quite yet. The anticipation caught at him, time an infinite rubber band stretching wordlessly ahead.
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Date: 2022-01-06 12:23 am (UTC)