May Day. Part Fifteen.

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“Fucking hell, he never said you was a bloody nutter!” The tattooed man nursed his arm close to his body.

 

“Who, the bastard who hired you?”

 

“Yeah, he said this would be a simple job. Easy money, he says.”

 

“What d’you do to him?”

 

“Nothing, I—”

 

Bodie let go of  the tattooed man’s hair and grabbed his good arm, twisting it up behind his back. “Want to go for the matching set?”

 

“Didn’t do nothin’ to the bloke who hired us.”

 

Bodie laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. “Obviously whoever hired you wasn’t shopping for brains. I don’t mean your boss.”

 

The man Murphy had in the headlock passed out from the lack of oxygen and Murphy let him drop to the tarmac.

 

“What’s the matter Bodie?” He moved in closer. “Why don’t you want to know who hired them?”

 

“Priorities.” Bodie pulled at Tattoo man’s injured arm again, causing him to scream, as he wrenched Doyle’s watch off. He showed it to Murphy. “I want to know where Doyle is and what this bastard did to him.”

 

Murphy put his hand on Bodie’s shoulder. “Look, I understand you being upset, but we need to find out who hired him and we can’t—”

 

Bodie shook Murphy’s hand off. “Leave if you want to, go and report back to Cowley. Tell him you were never here. But this arsehole is going to tell me what he did with Doyle or there won’t be enough of him left to scrape off my shoes.”

 

Tattoo man cowered on the ground. “But I told you, we didn’t do anythin’ to the bloke who hired us.”

 

Bodie lowered the watch in front of his face. “For the last fucking time, I’m not asking about the bloke who hired you. I’m asking about the bloke you got this watch from. Where’s Doyle?”

 

“Ray Doyle right?”

 

“Yes. Ray. Doyle. And he better still be breathing else—”

 

“He was fine when I saw ‘im. I know Ray from when he was a copper. He hired me and me mates ‘ere. I took a fancy to his watch so I got ‘im to throw that in too. Come to think of it, he warned me not to put it on ‘til later. I should 'ave listened to him.” The tattooed man nodded at Murphy. “Pointed out yer handsome friend over there through the pub window, said to wait until he was joined by a ‘short haired bloke with an attitude problem’ and then to slow the two of you down for a while. Said not to really hurt you, but to rough you up a bit. The knife was supposed to scare you, that’s all. I actually thought it was lucky when you spilled me drink, gave me a chance to make it look like it weren't planned, like Doyle asked—”

 

“Ray hired you? I’ll bloody kill him!”

Comments

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Interesting piece of plotting and trying to tie threads together. That's the *fun* of round robins - never know what the next person will bring *g*.

What we need!!!!!! is someone to do a flashback and fill in the gap between the meet with Marty and missing Doyle. What's in Bodie's head, hmmm?

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

I like to get "plotty" now and again...

Is there a gap? Bodie dropped Doyle off and went to pick up the gun at the station didn't he?

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

But why did Doyle ask the thickos to "slow them down a bit"? They took it waaaay too literally, but what was Doyle's reason? What else happened, hmmmm?

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

You see, I tracked that back to BSL's last piece, the conversation about Cowley, the newspapers and Doyle thinking about where Bodie's loyalties might ultimately lie and then linked that in to my bit about Bodie thinking Doyle wasn't really interested and Doyle handling that badly. My thinking was that Doyle would be off trying to work this a little on his own -- hence the hiring of the thugs. I was running up against the 500 word limit on each RR section else I would have pointed that up more. However, Alice has shut that down already in the next section by having Doyle go home to wait.

That's the fun of the RR, particularly when you have a blend of plotty, PWP, action/adventure, H/C... fen. Plot people will take it in one direction and other fen will steer it off into different seas. I'm a bit of a plot obsessive by nature. I just don't really write long plotty pieces of FF anymore due to limited personal time that goes in large part toward my own original writing.

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can see that Doyle might head off on his own, for thinky time, although I'm not sold on the idea of doing it without at least flagging his intentions to Bodie in some way. I have to nudge things (shake, twist and roll) a little because of what has has been written by other lovely, talented ladies.

PS I think the 500 word limit can be pushed a bit for wordy types *g*. BSL is a kind mistress.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

I look forward to your plotty nudging! *g*

I wanted to respect the 500 word limit as I didn't want to run the risk of hi-jacking the RR. This is a collaborative effort after all, and it's fun to think your way out of the corner the previous person painted you in to... although maybe I'm just strange. *whistles*

BSL is a kind mistress Now I badly want to write a Donne-esque poem.

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

it's fun to think your way out of the corner the previous person painted you in to...
Oh, yes... *g*

Now I badly want to write a Donne-esque poem.
*Heh* Dares you.

And now, a good night to all.