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| What Goes Around...; And old enemy returns to haunt Sam... | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM (5,372 Views) | |
| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM Post #1 |
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*It's been a month now since Sam made his decision and took a leap of faith into this world that had grown onto him without him even realising it at first. And within that month, not much has changed. Work is still exhausting and, at times, outrageous - you wouldn't believe the standards that weren't existant at the time - his work colleagues are still exhausting and, at times, outrageous (when will Ray ever learn that fart jokes are not funny), and most of all, his superior is still majorly exhausting, and nearly always outrageous. Period. But Sam wouldn't want to have it any other way. ... well. There is that small matter of him finding himself more and more attracted to his DCI, the more time passes, and it's starting to become a problem. Sometimes, Sam finds himself daydreaming about confronting Gene in Lost and Found, pushing right into his personal space, grabbing his tie, and................. But it can't happen, can it. Not with this man, not in this time. He's becoming a little desperate though, to be honest. He's even found himself eyeing the entrance to Canal Street at times, but so far hasn't had the courage to actually go there. Hell, he isn't even gay. Is he? It's hard to tell. The fact is, things haven't worked out with Annie (maybe it's part of his mystery being gone? But no, Annie isn't that type, surely), though they're still friends, so now there is nothing standing in between Sam and Gene anymore. Except for Gene himself, of course. Sam sighs, taken the steps up to the station. Another day, another endless set of hours of fighting, bringing peace to the city, and trying not to ogle his Guv's backside. Despite himself, Sam smiles, shaking his head as he enters the station. Maybe he shouldn't give up hope. No, he definitely shouldn't give up hope. If he is the man who jumped through time, then maybe he can also be the man who kissed Gene Hunt and survived to tell the tale. Inspired by these thoughts, Sam takes the stairs up to the office - noting with slight confusion that Phyllis isn't at her post - and then strides into CID, only to find that he is greated by hectic activity and frustrated talking and shouting. Sam stops in his tracks, frowning. What...? In the corner of his eye, he notices Annie approaching him. "What 'appened?" She looks at him with big, distressed eyes, ready to continue downstairs for whatever task she's been appointed, but she still has enough time to tell him. "It's Kim Trent. Remember 'im? Word is 'e escaped prison." Sam blinks, a horrible feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Trent... of course he remembers Trent. The case that turned things around for Sam, early on. If he really 'escaped'... Annie is already gone, so Sam makes his way over to Gene's office, pushing open the door. "Guv - what's this about Trent?"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 10 2015, 08:40 PM Post #2 |
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*Gene's standing already, a file in one hand and the phone in the other. His hair is ruffled and his tie dishevelled, ash tray already full of cigarette butts. In short, he looks stressed. He feels it, too. Trent was an important collar, and a bastard he'd relished in locking away - both for the pain he'd caused to so many people in his city and for threatening his DI. His friend. If he hadn't turned up when he did... It doesn't bear thinking about.* Trent!? Oh don't even speak to me about that little fetted toerag! *Gives up on whoever he was talking to on the phone and hangs up, dropping the reciever down so hard it's a miracle he's not smashed the mechinism* Bastard slipped out. God knows how! Prison guards need a good punch in the teeth. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2015, 08:48 PM Post #3 |
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*Sam closes his eyes for a moment, needing to process this. So it really is true... Trent is out. And with how the case went, plus considering Trent's personality... Sam can't imagine that he'll flee the city without paying a few visits to... To certain people. Sam opens his eyes again with a sigh, willing himself to remain calm and collected. With how stressed Gene looks, he needs to keep a cool head, for the both of them.* What's the plan? *He needs to know if Gene has thought of everything...and if there's anything Sam can do. How Trent got out doesn't matter right now - what matters is what they're going to do to get him back in.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 10 2015, 11:39 PM Post #4 |
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The plan?? I've barely had time to take a shit, let alone make a plan! *waves the file at Sam* In this case file is everything we know so far. *throws the thing down on the table* If you can even call two bleedin' bits of paper a case file. *takes a breath and tries to settle. They do need a plan. They just have to think of one.* Everyone's makin' enquiries right now. Looking for a lead. I s'pose we'll have to pay his usual haunts a visit... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 11 2015, 05:44 AM Post #5 |
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*Sam raises his arms in a placating way as Gene talks - he needs to calm down...! And yes, there we go, finally something constructive. Sam picks up the file Gene threw his way, quickly glancing to the few pages it contains. That really isn't much... Taking a breath, Sam looks up and at Gene again, nodding.* We need to round up 'is mates as well. That... "Brixter", and the other one. Pay a visit to his relatives too. And Leonard. We need to get him somewhere safe. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 11 2015, 08:02 PM Post #6 |
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*listens to Sam's contributions eagerly - friends, yes. Relatives, yes. Leonard...?* Leonard, why Leonard? Trent's gonna be lookin' for somewhere he can disappear, he didn't wriggle his way out of prison just to throw 'imself right back into our hands. Naah, we need all resources out there sealing up his escape routes and trappin' 'im like a rat. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 11 2015, 08:08 PM Post #7 |
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*Sam shakes his head - looks like he's going to have to convince Gene... * No, I don't think so. Trent is a dangerous man with a score to settle, and that score's gonna be with the man who shopped him. And that's Leonard. You know him better than I do - you know it's true. Trent is vicious, and he's cocky. He's not been in prison for long enough to have that beaten out of him. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2015, 12:01 AM Post #8 |
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*narrows his eyes as he listens, trying to work it all out in his head. There are so many things he's got to organise... Can they really spare the manpower to go babysit Leonard?* He doesn't even know where Leonard lives! What's the point in moving him from one mystery location to another? We need people out on the streets, being smart, following the trail! Not babysitting! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 12 2015, 06:46 AM Post #9 |
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*Oh Jesus, Sam hadn't expected Gene to be this skeptic of his idea. He leans in a little, placing his hands on the desktop* It's the easiest thing to find out an address - all he'll need is a phone book. And if Trent shows up at Leonard's and kills him, you know where the blame will be? *narrows his eyes* With us. Because we failed to protect him. Be reasonable, Guv. Annie and I will take care of it. Give us one more officer, and we can do it. Otherwise, this will be a repetition of the first time, and you know how that nearly ended. *And if Gene still won't agree, Sam will at least have to stop by Leonard's and warn him...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2015, 08:01 PM Post #10 |
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*stares at Sam for a moment through narrowed eyes. He doesn't have time for this... When Sam's in this mood and he's got that look there's nothing that'll stop him from doing what he wants to do. Better that Gene knows when and where he'll be and when rather than Sam try to run off on his own.* *with just a hint of anger* .... Fine. But you do it quick. I need everyone co-ordinated and busy, not off flouncing about in the street. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 12 2015, 08:10 PM Post #11 |
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*visibly relieved, Sam nods* Yes, Guv. I'll take Annie and Geoff with me, won't take more than a few hours. *he did notice that hint of anger there... typical. Maybe Gene is right, and they don't have to worry, but Sam still vividly remembers how hard it was to earn Leonard's trust, and what nearly happened. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if they failed to protect him now...* You have the number of Annie's radio - any leads, we'll be right back at the station and on the hunt. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2015, 11:30 PM Post #12 |
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*Gene still isn't happy about this - three officers faffing about at Leonard's place means three less officers to search for Trent. But so be it. Tyler always manages to get his way somehow. With an irritated pout, Gene turns his back and continues rummaging about on his desk - now where did he put his keys?* You'd better. I need you back 'ere lickety-split. Now bugger off so you can bugger back in asap. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2015, 09:05 AM Post #13 |
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*huffs out a chuckle* Guv. *And with that, Sam leaves the office, calling Geoff over and then grabbing a radio to get a hold of Annie. If they want this to be a successful operation, they need to act fast...! And for once, things do move fast. Having gathered his little task force together, Sam manages to find out Leonard's address with one quick look through the files (which, of course, he put in order and filled properly - thank God for that). It's more difficult to sort the matter of a safe house - mostly because at this time, the Manchester Police never seemed to have had any use for them, and they simply don't exist. For a little while, it seems that Sam's entire plan is at jeopardy, because letting Leonard live with one of the detectives, as Geoff suggests, is simply not an option. It's much to easy to follow any of them to their home, and then what? No, there has to be something different... Then, Annie suggests a small appartment belonging to one of her brothers. He's frequently out of town for business matters, and as it were, the flat isn't occupied at the moment. Right then, Sam could kiss her. Luckily, Leonard is in when they knock on his door. It's not exactly a pleasant task, having to explain to him that the man who once threatened his life is now out and about again and might even plot his revenge against the one who spoke out against him. However, the trust Sam had won back then still seems to be there. Leonard has the look of a grateful puppy about him when he learns of their plan to keep him out of harm's way. While Sam and Geoff pick up Leonard, Annie and the PC assigned to stand guard for Leonard are at the flat, getting it ready for Leonard to live in for the next couple of days, and even Sam is impressed when they arrive. He couldn't ask for more in this day and age, really - Annie's suggestion was spot-on, and the PC Sam chose for the job seems eager to do his duty as well (it must be a welcome change from traffic duty). So, all in all, Sam considers this mission a success. There is one more thing, though - as they drive back to the station, Sam asks Annie and Geoff to take turns on keeping tabs on Leonard's actual home, especially during the night. It's more of a hunch than anything else, really, but if Sam has learned one thing during his time here, it's to listen to his gut. If Trent really is out for revenge, he can easily find Leonard's address.... and that might lure him out into the open. And that is when they might get their chance to grab him. About 3 hours after they took off, Sam, Geoff and Annie return to the station, which they find deserted bar a few officers who stayed behind on telephone duty. It seems that everyone else is out in the streets, looking for Trent and his cronies. Annie excuses herself to take her first shift (Sam doesn't really have any qualms about sending her off on this, seeing as it is part of their mission to capture Trent, and she promised him to be careful), and so Sam and Geoff take back off into the city, doing their own bit of investigating. However, at the end of the day they've turned up nothing. Trent's gang seem to have disappeared, and the snouts claim not to have seen anyone resembling Trent's description. Questioning his family hasn't turned up anything either. Tired and somewhat despondent, Sam makes his way back to the station one last time before beer o'clock, hoping to find Gene and the other officers there for the day's report. He's not seen his Guv the entire day, so there's the slim hope that he got something resembling a lead at least...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2015, 11:14 PM Post #14 |
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*Unaware of how Sam is faring, Gene has no choice but to throw himself into his work equally as hard. It's a disaster - nobody's turning up anything and everybody who'd ever come close to even smelling Trent seems to have disappeared into thin air. Every officer is out on separate tasks, and even with the radios it's proving hard to keep track of everybody. Finally Gene gets irritated enough that he grabs his coat and heads out himself, speaking to as many of his snouts as he can. By the time he gets back into the office it's all he can do to just sink into his chair and glare at the unfinished paperwork littering his desk. Sam's return doesn't go unnoticed, though - and Gene's actually very glad to see him. He may find Tyler a pain in the arse sometimes, but his presence almost feels essential now. The two of them work so well in sync, now that he's back maybe with the combined brainpower of the two of them they'll finally think of something. So Gene calls from his office* Oi, Betty. Gonna give me a report then, or what? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2015, 11:25 PM Post #15 |
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*Sam turns as Gene calls out to him, glad that he is indeed in, and not drinking himself into a stupor at the Arms already. He makes his way over to the office, letting the door fall closed behind him.* We moved Leonard to a safe location - 57 Ancoats Road, it's a flat in a big Estate. I placed a constable there to stay with him and Annie and Geoff are keeping tabs on Leonard's actual home. Should Trent show up there, well know of it. *crosses his arms, well aware of the fact that Gene is frustrated - that doesn't bode well for his end of the investigation... * Other than that, we found nothing, no leads whatsoever. Trent seems to have disappeared into thin air. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2015, 10:03 AM Post #16 |
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Great. Hunky dory. So all we've managed to do today is move one bloke from one house to another. *sighs heavily, calming himself down a bit* Okay... Nothin' left to do but call beer o'clock. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2015, 10:10 AM Post #17 |
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*grimaces slightly, though in a way, Gene is right... this really isn't what one could call progress... However...* The longer he's out, the harder it will be for him to stay hidden. If we keep the search up at full force, we're bound to flush him out sooner rather than later. *hesitates for a moment - Gene seems so frustrated with all this, Sam would like to... he doesn't even know exactly what, but at least put his hand on his Guv's shoulder.... but no, that probably wouldn't be a good idea. So Sam uncrosses his arms, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket instead* We'll be at it again first thing in the morning. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2015, 04:57 PM Post #18 |
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Yeah. And hopefully he'll have made a mistake by then. *drops his tense shoulders, rolling them to try and iron out the kinks. He's been tensing up all day. How could this happen? They locked up the bastard and now the prison can't keep him in?? * Right... Pub? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2015, 06:11 PM Post #19 |
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*Sam nods, and then pulls his lips into a little smile* Pub. *And this time, he can't resist taking a step forward - they'd been standing fairly close together anyway - and dropping his hand on Gene's shoulder, giving him a gentle inviting little push towards the door.* C'mon, Nelson must be wondering where we are by now. *Of course Sam is anxious to get Trent back where he belongs - the man is a threat to the public, and Sam didn't forget how he shot at him and Gene in cold blood, causing the cleaning girl June to end up in ICU. But still, he's confident that they can do it... And the team needs Gene to be confident as well. HE needs Gene to be confident.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 15 2015, 01:59 PM Post #20 |
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Good. *turns into Sam's push, heading for the door. He needs a drink. They probably all do, Sam included.* Good cold pint should freshen us up, eh! *the thought of it is enough to rejuvenate him a little!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 15 2015, 02:08 PM Post #21 |
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*smiling, both at Gene's enthusiasm and over the fact that the friendly physical contact went down well like that. With Gene, every little victory like that is major.* Absolutely. *And so they make their way to the Arms. Sam feels that the mood is somewhat dampened, but still fairly up to CID standards, and that helps him unwind a little. There's a feeling, somewhere deep in his gut, something like unease...but he can't put a finger on it. So he laughs at Gene's jokes, rolls his eyes at Ray's, but in the end he leans back after his second pint.* Right...think I'll turn in for the night. I'm knackered. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 15 2015, 06:53 PM Post #22 |
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*Gene looks up as he realises that Sam's on his way out. The evening's been nice - just what they all needed, all of them. And while they've been drinking for a good while now, the thought of Sam leaving so soon makes Gene's mood waver. He wants Sam to stay, he realises.* Oh c'mon, one more! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 15 2015, 06:57 PM Post #23 |
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*While Gene's insisting really warms Sam's heart, and he really would love to spend those few more minutes in his company, he still shakes his head, huffing a little* Honestly, I'd rather 'ave a clear head tomorrow mornin'. *Besides, he plans to be up even earlier, so that he can check on Leonard first thing in the morning.* Have a chaser on me, but I'm out of 'ere. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 15 2015, 07:09 PM Post #24 |
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*Heart sinking a little, Gene backs off. He can't force Sam to stay - and what would it look like, even if he did? So, hesitantly, he looks away* Alright. Lightweight. Bright and early tomorrow mornin' then. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 15 2015, 07:15 PM Post #25 |
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*Sam blinks, momentarily confused - Gene seems especially reluctant to let him go tonight... He catches himself, though, and nods.* Yeah. *One last wave, and then Sam is out of the pub, pulling on his jacket properly and buttoning it up against the chill of the evening. And so he starts the walk back home, letting his thoughts wander back to the details of Trent's escape, of his usual haunts, and what strategy they could pursue tomorrow...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2015, 12:06 AM Post #26 |
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*Disappointed that Sam's gone, Gene downs the last of his whiskey and places the glass down on the table, running his finger around the rim thoughtfully. It seems a shame to cut things off this soon - one more chaser and he'll be off home too. They have a big day tomorrow, after all. Meanwhile outside, Sam may be expecting an uneventful and comfortable walk home... But this evening there's something different. If he listens, he might hear the quiet footsteps, the muted rustle of clothing. The hushed whispers... See the silhouettes of people in the shadows, hunched behind bins and lurking in the alleyways....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 17 2015, 07:12 AM Post #27 |
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*Walking in silence as he is, Sam indeed listens, and his faint unease grows with every step he takes. This isn't normal... And he's been with the police for long enough to know when he's being followed - and these guys aren't even being subtle about it. Looking ahead, Sam realises that he is approaching a badly lit part of his way home. Right... If he's going to have to confront whoever is following him, he better do it here, still fairly close to one of the street lamps. Sam stops, then turns around quickly, raising his voice so that it rings through the street.* Alright lads, this is all very funny, but why don't we stop this little game and you come out 'ere? Whatever you want, I'm sure we can talk about it like civilised people. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2015, 09:30 AM Post #28 |
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*There's a pause, a silence - they've been rumbled. A little early, since they were hoping to do this at DI Tyler's flat, where he'd be pinned in by four walls, but no matter. Now is as good a time as any, and the van isn't far from here either. In fact, it's perfect. With relaxed, easy strides, a familiar figure steps out of the shadows, a grin on his face. "Well fancy seeing you 'ere, Detective Inspector. Should've known pigs have good hearing!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 17 2015, 09:58 AM Post #29 |
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*Any buzz that may have been left from the alcohol disappears the moment Sam recognises that figure - leaner, slightly more haggard than what he remember, but there still is no question about it. Sam straightens up a little, hands curling into fists by his sides.* Trent. Had a change of heart? Want me to escort you back where you belong? *As he speaks, Sam listens hard, trying to make out where Trent's goons are, and more importantly, how many. If he's surrounded.... He'll need to fight his way out of this mess. The realisation makes the adrenaline rise, his heartbeat picking up. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2015, 11:30 PM Post #30 |
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*Trent laughs at this - it doesn't even seem like Tyler is scared. Big mistake. "Real nice of you to offer! Sadly the food there didn't really take my fancy." He takes a casual step forward. "But if a walk's what you're after, let's take one. We've got a lot of catching up to do."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 18 2015, 07:18 AM Post #31 |
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*Sam snorts, shaking his head without taking his eyes off Trent.* No. You have to get back to your cell. There's a pub filled with police officers and detectives just down the road, I'm sure they'll all volunteer to give you a lift. *That's it... he needs to make Trent realise that he's in a very dangerous position here... Even if that might not be strictly true... and if he distracts him just a little bit longer, maybe he can bolt, catch them all by surprise and outrun them... Sam's muscles already are taut as it is, he's thrumming with suppressed energy. He can do this, he can get out of this... any second now...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 18 2015, 12:20 PM Post #32 |
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*Trent snorts, unfazed by Sam's threat. "Oh really? Shame for you there's a good few brick walls inbetween us and them." And just to demonstrate his point, Trent cups his hands around his mouth and yells cheerfully, "Oi, coppers! Now's your chance, come and get me!" The resulting silence and complete lack of police action is enough for him, and he fixes Sam with a dangerous stare. They're alone here, and he knows it. Sam knows it too. "Must still be hitting the Watneys. Sad day for you."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 18 2015, 01:11 PM Post #33 |
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*Sam's jaw tenses in an effort not to show just how on edge and scared he really is, flinching as Trent yells at the top of his voice. He'd planned to run for it, and that moment would have been perfect - but the resulting silence has a quality to it that keeps Sam frozen to the spot. Besides... He only now realises that he doesn't even know how many more people there are, and whether they have weapons. If only one of them carries a gun... Running would be the worst thing he could do. One misfired shot would be all it would take... So Sam, keeping his voice as controlled as he can, speaks up again* What do you want, Trent? |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2015, 12:28 AM Post #34 |
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*Ahh, here we go. Demands. "A good hot meal and a shag, for a start." A beat, then Trent holds his hands up as though he's created a misunderstanding. "Oh, not from you, don't worry. Not my type." He sneers. "I just want to talk, matey. Somewhere private. Got a bit of a bone to pick with you, so we'll discuss it. Like gentlemen. Now. You're gonna turn around and let my two buddies here escorts you to my van." From behind Sam, two figures step out from their hiding places in the shadows - Trent's organised, and he's willing to flaunt it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2015, 08:15 AM Post #35 |
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*For a moment, Sam's fear takes on an entirely different, sickening quality, and Trent's "reassurance" does nothing to change that. This is getting worse and worse... Sam turns his head ever so slightly, registering the other two men's exact positions. Just those two, plus Trent... He can do that. He can fight his way out of that. Sam had been contemplating to play along for just a moment, in case there was a tiny sliver of hope that it might spare him injury... But this is Kim Trent standing in front of him. That man has no conscience, and Sam would not put it past him to become a cop killer, if it suited him. No - it's now or never. In response to Trent, Sam shakes his head. * Not gonna happen. *The other two man need to get just a little bit closer... And then he'll have them.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2015, 12:22 PM Post #36 |
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*Trent shakes his head, an amused look on his face. "It is gonna happen. Whether you like it or not." Deciding that it's finally time to move this somewhere more private, Trent nods to the men standing behind Sam, prompting them to start forwards, hands out and ready to grab. "You come along quietly and maybe I won't break your legs. How's that for a deal?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2015, 12:33 PM Post #37 |
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*With his senses on high alert thanks to the adrenaline, the men's footsteps seem to sound out much louder to Sam's ears - and that is when he decides to strike, right when Trent finishes talking. Sam wheels around, already throwing a punch, and it connects to one of the men's faces with a satisfying crunch. Anticipating the other thug's reaction, Sam uses his momentum to turn to his direction, bringing his arm up to protect himself from any incoming attack, ready to deflect a punch or twist a grab around. They're not going to get him, he can't let it happen....!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2015, 04:50 PM Post #38 |
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*The first man's head snaps back with the force of Sam's punch, staggering backwards a few steps. Meanwhile, the second guy finds his punch blocked by Sam's arm, his fist coming to a stop against flesh and bone. Unfortunately for Sam, the man has two arms, and immediately the second punch follows the first, headed under Sam's defence and straight for the kidney. Above the sounds of the scuffle, if any of them are listening, they'll hear the quiet but unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked and Trent calling out. "Alright, alright. Wrap this dance up, lads. We've gotta go."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2015, 06:27 PM Post #39 |
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*It might be because of some of the residue alcohol in Sam's blood, making his movements a tad slower than normal - and in this case, it's the crucial bit too slow. The punch connects, sending a spike of pain through Sam's body and he crashes to his knees with a breathless grunt, his eyes scrunched shut against the pain. However, with his mind so focused on the fight, Sam didn't hear the sound of that gun being cocked . All he knows is that there is just one more man to overpower, and he's hellbent on pulling that off as well. So Sam lunges forward despite the pain, aiming to knock his last opponent right off his feet.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2015, 08:46 PM Post #40 |
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*Sam's lunge connects, but the man's ready for it. He grabs on as he falls, handfuls of leather jacket yanking Sam down with him. They land in a struggling heap, the second thug piling in on top of them both. Together, the two men force their arms around Sam and try to get him pinned securely. Now that they've started a scuffle, they need to get Sam into the van and soon. They haven't made much noise, but time's getting on and the last thing they want is a pubful of coppers pouring into the alley...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2015, 09:06 PM Post #41 |
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*Shit! Sam wheezes as the second man lands on top of him, and a moment later he feels strong arms clamping around his upper body, effectively immobilising him. He's not out of options yet, though...! Sam sucks in as much breath as his body will allow him (which, admittedly, isn't that much) and starts to yell as loudly as he can* HELP--!! *Because there has to be someone, /anyone/, who's going to hear this--!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2015, 01:00 AM Post #42 |
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*As soon as Sam's started his shout, Trent takes action. The two men shove Sam's face down into the dirt, stifling his shout. And if they doesn't do the trick, the gun muzzle now pressing hard against the back of his head will. From behind Sam, Trent hisses in a dark voice, "You so much as squeak and I'll turn yer face into a firework. Got that, Twiglet?" He nods, and one of the two men holding Sam down roughly yanks his prisoners arms behind his back and begins to tie his hands together with rope. Trent grins. "Besides. Gotta save that voice so you can sing like a canary later. Hope you're feeling chatty!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 20 2015, 06:48 AM Post #43 |
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*Sam has to snap his mouth shut to avoid getting it filled with dirt, but that doesn't stop him struggling - until he feels the cold pressure of the gun pressing against his head. Sam goes very still, breathing hard and staring at the concrete in front of his face with burning eyes. This can't be happening... How could he let them overpower him, why him, why-- Sam squeezes his eyes shut as his hands are tied roughly behind his back, the rope already scraping at his skin. They want information, and whatever it is, Sam won't give it to them, he knows that much. But the consequence of that.... Just thinking about it is making fear claw at his chest, his insides. Then he's yanked to his feet, and Sam grunts as his already sore muscles protest against that rough handling. Still, the threat of the gun is still there, real, so he forces himself to keep it down, simply glaring at Trent. His silence should be answer enough, even if he doesn't feel half as courageous as it implies.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2015, 02:38 PM Post #44 |
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*Pleased with Sam's silence, Trent smiles wolfishly. He won't stay that quiet forever. "Okay chaps, time to move." He gives Sam's cheek a friendly pat, before stepping aside and waving his mates through. The men grip an arm each and start frogmarching Sam through into another alleyway and towards a black van parked half on the pavement at the end. When they finally get there, Trent throws the back doors open, allowing the two other thugs to start wrestling Sam into the empty space.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 20 2015, 02:45 PM Post #45 |
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*Sam jerks his head away at Trent's touch, and even though that doesn't really help, it feels like it's the last means of fighting back he has for now... and Sam can't let go of that. He won't... he won't. He'll stay strong, whatever happens. Trent is still holding the gun, so Sam doesn't dare to struggle as he's marched through the alley - away from the pub, away from Gene - but when they reach the van and the doors open, Sam can't help it. The empty, dark space staring out at him makes Sam grind his heels, try to delay the inevitable, but by now it's no use. Within seconds, he's thrown in, painfully landing on the floor on his side. He immediately tries to scrabble back up again, to at least be in a sitting position, and despite himself he hisses* You won't get away with this...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2015, 10:52 PM Post #46 |
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*Trent leans into the van, taking a door in each hand. "Watch me." With that, he slams the doors shut, plunging Sam into darkness. After a few moments, the engine starts and the van sets off with a screech, tipping around a corner with enough force to send anything in the back compartment flying. The drive takes about 25 minutes with a lot of stop-starting and a good few unneccesary fast turns around corners and speedbumps. Eventually though, Trent parks up and heads round to the back doors again, flinging them open. "Alright in there, Porkchop?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 20 2015, 11:11 PM Post #47 |
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*Darkness. Breathing hard, Sam stares ahead. He hears the steps, he hears more doors opening and closing, finalising his kidnapping - and then they're off, so suddenly and violently that Sam is thrown against the opposite wall, swearing loudly. The drive is far too long for his tastes, and more than once he asks himself how the hell the van hasn't been pulled over yet for that kind of driving - but soon these thoughts are gone, replaced by the fight to keep down the travel sickness. By the time the van stops, Sam is lying in a heap in one of its corners, his body aching and head spinning, stomach roiling. He doesn't reply to Trent, merely attempting to sit up without antagonising his muscles and stomach any further.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 21 2015, 01:13 AM Post #48 |
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*"Aww, diddums having a sulk, is 'e?" Trent gestures to his cronies and they clamber up into the van and seize Sam by the arms, yanking him up onto his feet. "Bring' im in. Chair's all ready." And the men do just that, forcing Sam down out of the van and towards a concrete shed. It's dark, so it's hard to see exactly where Trent's hideout is, but there are no lights and no real sounds of traffic. Nobody close enough to hear the screams.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 21 2015, 08:28 AM Post #49 |
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*Shit... Fighting down the nausea, Sam can't do much other than stumble along with Trent's thugs. He tries to see where they are, how far out of the city, but it's impossible to tell, now that night has fallen properly. And there are no street lights, no other buildings as far as Sam can see, and it's unnervingly quiet apart from the shuffling of their steps... They're way out of town, Sam realises with growing panic. The door to the shed is thrown open and Sam is forced inside as a light goes on, making him blink and squint his eyes for a moment. There's the chair indeed - a rickety, uncomfortable-looking thing. They wrestle him down into it, and before Sam gets the chance to put up a struggle his already bound hands are secured to the backrest of the chair with more rope, making it impossible for him to get back up. He's trapped. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 12:14 AM Post #50 |
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*Trent watches his cronies secure Sam to the chair with an amused smirk, walking around the perimeter casually, as though admiring a rather nice piece of art. Once Sam's fully tied the the chair both by his already bound wrists and ankles, he finally pipes up. "Sorry for the crappy accommodation, but it's the best I could get at short notice! Not many soundproof garages around here." He saunters up to Sam, pausing just in front of him and leaning down to get a look at his face. "Never thought I'd be glad my cousin's a bloody tuba player!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 09:34 AM Post #51 |
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*It takes Sam every ounce of willpower not to turn his face away, to glare back at Trent instead. Soundproof... If that is true, it means no one is going to hear a thing of what happens in here. No one's going to start looking for him before the morning, and even then... The morning is far off still... Sam swallows, not breaking eye contact, but not saying anything either. He's not going to give Trent the satisfaction...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 01:40 PM Post #52 |
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*Trent waits for a response, laughing after a moment. "Jesus Christ. You're really gonna keep this up?" chuckles again, shaking his head disbelievingly . "You know, the last bloke I had like this was wetting 'is knickers before we even got' im sat down. Now come on, you've gotta give us something. See, you give us information and we let you keep your fingers. It's a good deal!" He leans in even closer, a smirk on his face. "Let's start with this. How's your last few months been, eh? Been enjoying life?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 02:03 PM Post #53 |
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*Trent's cheeriness is highly unnerving, but Sam tries not to let that show, even as Trent leans in even closer. And the fact that he's toying with Sam, like a cat with a mouse, makes the situation even worse. How is it that a harmless question like that can sound so dangerous, coming from a man like Trent? Sam sets his jaw, resolving to stay silent still. A snarky comeback would only play into Trent's hands - and besides, Sam doesn't trust his voice not to betray his fear.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 22 2015, 05:35 PM Post #54 |
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*.... Okay, now this is starting to get irritating. "....Nothing to say? No comebacks? Come on, that was an innocent question!* He crouches, staring at Sam until their noses are almost touching. "Scared your tongue away, have I?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2015, 05:40 PM Post #55 |
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*Sam can't help himself, he leans back as far as he can as Trent comes even closer, nearly holding his breath. He presses his lips together in a tight line, forcing himself not to open his mouth. He won't play Trent's game, he won't...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 23 2015, 12:07 AM Post #56 |
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*Trent waits, but it becomes clear that Sam isn't going to talk. He sighs, straightening up and putting his hands on his hips, frustrated. "Gave you plenty of chances. Jesus, been nice as pie, I have!" He pauses again, before motioning to his mates in the back, who walk up behind Sam immediately. "Okay. Have it your way. S'pose once your vocal chords are nice and loose you'll feel like talking." And with that, Trent turns his back and wanders off into the darker area of the garage, sitting down in the chair against the wall and picking up a newspaper. "Give 'im a work over, lads. I need to catch up on what I've been missing!" With no more warning than that, Brigster launches a fist into the side of Sam's head, following it up with one to the gut. He's careful, though - hitting hard enough to bruise and hurt like hell, but not hard enough to rupture anything. They need Sam alive, after all. They follow it up with more of the same, battering Sam with glee until finally one of their fists comes away with a smear of blood. A quick glance confirms that they've managed to split the DI's lip. Watching from behind the newspaper, Trent calls out, "That helped?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 23 2015, 08:56 AM Post #57 |
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*There is no warning apart from Trent's words, the blow following near immediately after - Sam has no time to steel himself before he sees stars, pain exploding through his head. It's punch after punch after that, no chance at all to anticipate any of it, leaving Sam to a barrage of pain, the frequent blows to his gut and stomach taking away his breath, without a chance to catch it. Finally, they step back, leaving Sam bent over as far as he can and coughing, trying hard to regain his breath and breathe through the pain - easier said than done. Trent's voice floats over to him, but Sam doesn't look up yet, his eyes squeezed shut against the pain that seems to be radiating from everywhere in his upper body and head. And there's that trickle of blood.... ... And this is only the beginning. It takes a few seconds, but then Sam spits out blood and looks up finally, straightening up slowly. Trent, sitting there with his newspaper... The sight makes Sam's insides twist with anger and horror. If this just the beginning, then what will happen if he keeps up his defenses...? ... No use in asking himself that. He doesn't have any other option. He doesn't know yet what exactly Trent wants, but he can guess, and he'll be damned if he's going to be the one to hand that piece of information over to the enemy... Sam grinds his teeth, then opens his mouth to speak. His voice is low, wavering only ever so slightly* ... I've nothing to say to you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 23 2015, 04:14 PM Post #58 |
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*Trent makes a whooping noise in celebration. "Oho! There we go!" He stands up, dumping the newspaper down on his seat and walking closer to Sam, ready to try for conversation again. "Don't put yourself down, Tyler! You've got plenty to say!" Trent crouches in front of Sam again, getting their eye levels to meet. "C'mon, then - innocent question. How've you been? You, your plonk and your fat pig of a DCI? And little Deaf-aid. Leonard. How's he been doing?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 23 2015, 04:30 PM Post #59 |
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*Sam curses himself for rising to Trent's bait, but on the other hand, it means he's getting a break from the beating, and that is a plus... It HAS to be a plus. Still, with Trent this close to him again, Sam can feel his heart beating hard, and he breathes out slowly in an attempt to calm himself a little, to cope with the pain that is still emanating from the already forming bruises on his face and torso. Leonard. Sam's eyebrows twitch into a small frown and his jaw sets as he hears the name. So he was right... He was right all along. He was right to have Leonard moved to a safe place. Only, that thought doesn't give him much satisfaction at the moment. Figuring that talking might keep him safe for a little bit longer, Sam growls* None of your business. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 01:05 AM Post #60 |
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*Ahh! That twitch. Leonard. So he and Sam must still be in contact, then... Trent narrows his eyes, watching Sam for any more telltale signs of lies. "You ARE my business now. You're a guest in my garage!" He spreads his arms wide to demonstrate the point. "My roof, my rules. That means you answer my questions, and politely!" Trent drops his arms, focusing once again on Sam's face. "Now. What you're gonna do is tell me where all your little friends live, starting with the deaf idiot. Leonard - where am I likely to find 'im?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2015, 06:39 AM Post #61 |
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*Shit... This is becoming truly dangerous territory. And Trent asking after all their addresses.... This is so bad. He hadn't imagined that Trent was going to go after every single one of them, but now it makes perfect sense. If he's willing to kidnap one policeman, what's to stop him from doing that and more to others as well? Sam glares back at Trent, deciding to go for a blatant lie, even though he knows it won't help much - but he has to do it, out of principle if nothing else. * I don't know. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 12:28 PM Post #62 |
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*Trent laughs, prompting his goons to chuckle as well. "Jesus, if that's how you lie, you must be broke! You're the type of sod I'd want to play at Poker." He looks down at Sam again, sobering up a little. "Tell us, or we'll have to get the tools out, and you don't want that."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2015, 12:35 PM Post #63 |
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*Sam bristles inwardly - he bloody well knows he's a bad liar, but having that rubbed into his face by a criminal bastard is quite another matter. And.... that threat. Sam wonders how much longer they'll play with him before they really get down to business. He wonders just how bad it's gonna get. He wonders if he can do this. Well...* I don't know where he is. *He has to.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 09:54 PM Post #64 |
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*Trent takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling in frustration. There's nothing for it. Even though torturing Sam isn't exactly something he won't enjoy, Trent was rather hoping he'd be able to get Leonard here first. Maybe Hunt, too. Let them all watch each other die, one by one. But he'll have to start the party early. Too bad. "......Fine. You brought this on yourself." Grim determination in his eyes, Trent moves past Sam and off to a table at the back of the room, where he's already got everything prepared. Briggster and the other thug move back, ready to step in and help when needed. Trent's got this, they'll let him have his fun. Finally Trent selects something that might do the job. He picks it up, not trying to silence the metallic cling as it drags against the table on its way up. Then he saunters back, standing in front of Sam with a dangerous glint in his eyes and the hammer in his hand. "One more chance. Leonard's address. Now."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2015, 10:03 PM Post #65 |
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*Sam watches Trent's every move, his heart beating even harder and faster, and in the silence of the room, that metallic sound seems amplified to his ears. As the tool comes into view properly, Sam's eyes widen, and he's unable to hide his fear for a good few moments. Trent is serious... Deadly serious... But it's his duty, as a detective, to protect Manchester's citizens from harm, so he has to keep it up... Sam swallows with some difficulty, already steeling himself - as far as that is even possible.* I swear, I don't know it...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2015, 11:19 PM Post #66 |
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*Trent sighs again, carefully tucking away his exasperation. If he's going to have to do this, he may as well enjoy it. Suddenly his eyes flash with gleeful malice. "Boys, we seem to have tied Mr Tyler in a rather uncomfortable position. Why don't we free 'is hands and get 'im a little more comfy?" The other two chuckle, clearly both gaining some idea of what Trent's about to do - then, they move in, roughly shoving Sam's head down between his legs and holding him there while undoing the bindings on his hands. It only takes a moment before one of Sam's wrists is free, and with no attention to care, the two men yank his arm forward and hold it down by force against the surface of the table that Trent's pulled up so that Sam's hand lies flat. Looking at it, Trent smiles sweetly. "You know what this reminds me of? What was it, that rhyming thing from when y'were a kid...? Oh!" Trent swings the hammer playfully in his hand as he begins to recite the nursery rhyme he'd never really forgotten. "This little piggy went to market...." He touches the hammer to Sam's thumb before lifting it up again. "... This little piggy stayed at home...." A touch to Sam's index finger. "...And this little piggy went wee, wee wee wee... All. The. Way. Home!" On the last word, Trent brings the hammer down hard on Sam's middle finger - hard enough to break bone.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 26 2015, 09:04 AM Post #67 |
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*Sam's stomach drops at the expression in Trent's face - shit, shit, this can't be happening-- He's forced to double over, the strain making his muscles scream, and Sam struggles vainly against the iron grip on his head and back. The next thing he knows, he's leaning forward with his arm and hand held flat on the table, Trent standing over him with that hammer and smiling a smile that is making nausea rise in Sam's stomach. No... He flinches at the light touch to his thumb, the metal cold, and as Trent keeps reciting that nursery rhyme, Sam's breathing grows heavier with the effort to keep himself from pulling away his hand - not that he'd have been able to.... Another flinch as the hammer touches his index finger, Sam's eyes remaining fixed on his own fingers. Resistance is futile, he knows it - the only thing he can do is not to show Trent and his men just how scared he is, and that is taking him every ounce of will he has. He can't keep his body from trembling, though, as Trent raises the hammer one last time, gets to the end of the rhyme, no, no, no-- Sam hears bone splintering through his own scream, jerks forward, sees stars from the intense pain that shoots up his arm - how on earth can such a tiny part of his body cause him this much pain? - and then it takes away his breath, leaving him doubled over, groaning, his arm twitching.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2015, 01:31 AM Post #68 |
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*Sam's reaction merely spurs Trent on. This isn't such a bad way to spend an evening! Far more entertaining than Eastenders! Barely giving Sam any time to recover, he begins to repeat the process - slow enough for Sam to interrupt if he'd like. "One down, four left! Eenie meanie miney mo, catch a tiger by the toe... "* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 27 2015, 04:29 AM Post #69 |
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*Sam flinches when he feels the light touch of the hammer again, and he raises his head, not to look at Trent, but at his own hand - his finger, already starting to bruise, unresponsive and yet throbbing with pain, in time with Sam's heartbeat. The prospect of this being repeated, another four times, it makes nausea claw at Sam's insides, makes his head spin. He's not getting out of this, it's starting to sink in - finally - and Sam feels himself starting to spiral down into the moment and into the realisation that all his near future has to offer him is pain and agony. And yet. The thought of Leonard, Annie, Gene, having to go through the same... Or worse........ It's that thought that allows Sam to bite down on the pleas and any other words that might come over his lips, letting Trent finish his sick game of nursery rhymes. His body might be trembling, he might be sweating, his eyes might be wide with dread - but this is the last thing he has left. If nothing else, it will buy him time.... Time for what, he doesn't yet know. Time to survive, hopefully.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2015, 05:26 PM Post #70 |
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*Trent touches the hammer to Sam's next finger, then swings it upwards again, ready to strike. This victim is clearly in agony already - there's a shewn of sweat appearing on Tyler's forehead, and he can see him trembling against the grip of his two cronies. He won't be able to keep his silence much longer, surely... "...If it hollers, let it go, eenie meanie miney MO." The hammer slams down, the snap of bone audible over the thud. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 27 2015, 06:47 PM Post #71 |
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*Again, Sam's breathing becomes more laboured, faster, and he bites down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from opening his mouth, until-- Sam screams again, and how is it possible that the pain seems to be even more intense than before? He doubles over - awkwardly, seeing as his other wrist is still secured against the backrest of the chair - his forehead coming to rest against the tabletop, his shoulders trembling. The pain won't let up, making tears spring to his eyes, but Sam manages to blink them away for now, staring at the wood beneath his eyes before screwing them shut, his mouth opening for a groan. And still - and still, he reminds himself, he can't say anything, he can't, he mustn't. He has to hold onto that....!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2015, 10:53 PM Post #72 |
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*Trent watches Sam's response, taking in the scream, the trembling and the satisfying crumbling of the man's body language. But he can't see Sam's face. Grabbing a handful of Sam's hair, Trent yanks his head up off the table. "Hey! Yoo-hoo! No passing out yet, yeah? We've got a lot more playing to do!" With a sinister grin, Trent leans in even closer. "Unless you wanna start telling me Little Leonard's address. Go on, you're gonna do it eventually. Why not spare yourself the pain and just give it up now?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 28 2015, 10:01 AM Post #73 |
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*Sam gives a choked off, pained grunt as Trent yanks his head up off the table, gritting his teeth and forcing his eyes open to glare at his captor. He's breathing heavily, trying to cope with the pain, to tell himself that it's going to subside soon (he knows that isn't true)... But he won't give Trent the satisfaction of showing just how badly this is chipping at his resolve. So he forces himself to remain silent, to suppress even the groans that are trying to escape his lips, to just glare. He won't give it up. At least not this soon.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 28 2015, 09:28 PM Post #74 |
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*Trent gives Sam a few seconds to respond before letting go of his hair and squaring his jaw. This is getting irritating, now. "Okay, how about we do a deal? That little deaf one isn't one o'your mates, is 'e? How about you give me the deaf one and I'll promise to leave the little lady and the gorilla alone? That's fair."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 28 2015, 09:35 PM Post #75 |
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*Sam's head hits the desk with a low thunk, and Sam screws his eyes shut again, an involuntary twitch making his entire arm throb again, drawing a low moan from him. Trent is offering him a deal.... But it's clear from the beginning that accepting it would be a stupid idea. Sam doesn't trust Trent further than he can throw him, and right now that really isn't very far. And he has a duty, he keeps reminding himself of that fact. As a police officer, he will always have that duty, and he will never forget that. Besides, he wouldn't want to have to face Gene, knowing that he failed to protect someone in his care... So Sam raises his head slightly - just enough to be able to look at Trent - and grinds out the words*..... Don't believe you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 29 2015, 11:39 AM Post #76 |
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*Trent glares at Sam. This is harder than he'd thought it'd be. Most people break after the hammer treatment. Guess he'll just have to get more creative. But first, his stomach needs some attention. "I'll give you some time to reconsider. I'm hungry as shit." He motions to his two mates, prompting them to pull Sam's arm back and retie it to the chair. They'll let him stew a bit. See if being left alone with the pain and his thoughts for a while weakens his resolve at all. "Have a think about my offer. I won't make it again. See you anon!" And with that he turns and leaves, the other two following. And just so that Sam knows escape is impossible, Trent makes a show of slamming the heavy external lock down and rattling the chain from the other side of the door.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 29 2015, 12:10 PM Post #77 |
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*There is one moment of relief - he's granted some respite, against all odds - before the rough handling of his arm is making the pain spike again, drawing a choked cry from Sam. There is no chance to fight, to try and escape - his wrists are properly tied again, his entire arm is throbbing, making Sam feel ill to his stomach, stars flashing in front of his eyes. And it seems like he's alone from one moment to the next, Trent's words still floating in the air, when the loud rattling of the lock and the chain make Sam flinch, which results in another wave of eye-watering agony and another helpless groan. For a long time, all Sam can do is try to breathe deeply, to calm down. His head isn't permitting any logical thought, so he closes his eyes tightly, concentrating simply on being perfectly still, so he doesn't set off his broken fingers (just thinking that is making him feel even more nauseous) again. And slowly, Sam does calm down, the sickness subsiding somewhat. It's clear that he can't try to escape now - the pain would drive him mad, and besides, there's no time - Sam doesn't doubt that Trent and his men will be back much sooner than he would like it. Still, this respite is lucky... the more time passes, the higher his chances get that someone will realise that he's missing. Sam tries not to think too carefully about this, however - he knows that it's a long shot from him not being in his flat to him being found in this godforsaken place... So that means Trent will be coming back sooner or later..... and then.....? Sam needs to stall for time... but he knows he's a terrible liar, so whatever he says, it'll result in more abuse, more torture. What he needs is a distraction... Going through his options carefully in his mind, Sam starts devising a plan (if you can call it that), something to fall back on in case he does break down... in case Trent does manage to get to him. If it works, it might even result in Trent's arrest... Christ, he hopes it will work. But it would mean that he'd have to hold out for quite a while... until the morning...! And so, finally, all Sam can do is wait, doing his best to steel himself, to tell himself it's going to be alright... ... and doing his best not to think of Gene. Not to wish desperately that Gene is going to find him. The odds are too low right now to allow himself that kind of hope.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 29 2015, 11:25 PM Post #78 |
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*Trent leaves the garage with Briggs outside, just to be safe. He knows there's no way Sam can get free, but the man's already escaped from him once - he won't allow it to happen again. After a brief interlude - a greasy chip butty, a sit down and a slash - Trent returns. An hour should do it. Just long enough for the shock to wear off and the real pain to kick in plus plenty of time for Sam to think. To contemplate his fate. With no regard for Sam's nerves, Trent unlocks and throws open the door as loudly as he can. "Oi oi! Miss me?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 30 2015, 06:07 AM Post #79 |
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*Sam flinches hard as the door finally and quite suddenly unlocks - the garage really seems to be soundproof, Sam wasn't even able to hear the footsteps. During the time that has passed (he has no idea how much it was) he's tried his best not to cause himself any more pain... But that was easier said than done, with the throbbing emanating from his hand. So now, as Trent walks in, Sam has his eyes shut from the wave of even more intense pain that his involuntary twitch caused him. Still, he doesn't turn his head even as he opens his eyes again, let alone reply to Trent's chipper greeting- he won't give Trent that much credit. Contrary to what Trent wanted to achieve, having time to think has in fact strengthened Sam's resolve. He won't break - and if he does, he has a plan... He'll cling to that for as long as he can.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 30 2015, 05:21 PM Post #80 |
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*Huh. Silence. That's odd. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Trent circles Sam as his mates close the door. "Nothing? Not even a peep?" With no warning, he lays a hard slap across Sam's face - maybe he's seized up. Maybe that tongue needs loosening.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 30 2015, 05:36 PM Post #81 |
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*As soon as Trent appears in his field of vision, Sam's eyes do follow his movements - but the slap takes him off guard, and he gives a pained and shocked grunt as his head snaps to the side, blinking dazedly in the aftermath of the attack. Well, this isn't exactly off to a great start... Still, shaking his head to rid it of the haze, Sam remains silent, fixing Trent with a glare once more.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 30 2015, 11:42 PM Post #82 |
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*Trent laughs suddenly, staring at Sam with a bemused grin.* "You're kidding! Thought you'd be the easy nut to crack! Maybe I should've gone for your great fat boss, eh?" He leans in close until his nose almost touches Sam's. "Plenty more of him to poke at, if you get my meaning!" To make his point, Trent trails a finger over Sam's stomach, pinching the skin there as if testing how much he has to work with - how deep he can cut before the real damage is done* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 31 2015, 06:42 AM Post #83 |
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*Sam grits his teeth, momentary satisfaction welling up over the fact that he's causing Trent much more trouble than he'd estimated - and that indirectly, he saved Gene from the same fate... Although he's fairly sure that even so, his Guv indeed would be the tougher nut to crack. Trent's probing is met with muscles so tense that they feel hard as a board, and precious little body fat. Sam's turned away his face to save himself from having to inhale Trent's bad breath, but now he's screwing his eyes shut against the sharp sting of the pinching. He can feel his fingers wanting to twitch, to move, but he has to force himself to remain absolutely still - not even doubling over as he'd like to - so as not to set of the broken ones again. A groan of pain right now wouldn't go a long way to proving his resilience...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 31 2015, 05:32 PM Post #84 |
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*OK, that decides it. He needs to up the ante here. A sigh, and then Trent's motioning to his two mates again. "Hold 'im down. Don't want the chair to fall over, after all. Thing's an antique!" The other two move over to Sam, one grabbing the back of the chair and holding it steady while the other waits ready to grab him is needs be. "Stop me at any time you feel like givin' them lips a flap!" And with that, Trent swings his fists back and lands a hard punch across Sam's face and another into his stomach.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 31 2015, 05:43 PM Post #85 |
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*This time, Sam is ready for it - Trent's men moving into place gives him ample warning. It still hurts though, makes his vision falter and his thoughts blank out for a moment, and the punch to his stomach once again takes away Sam's breath as he doubles over. The movement jars his bad hand as well, but the groan that escapes Sam is hardly audible as he struggles for air, coughing and choking. He doesn't, however, try to stop Trent. He can do this. He can do this. He can.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 31 2015, 10:07 PM Post #86 |
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*"No?" Another punch. "Nothin'?" Another. "What am I talking to, a corpse?!" And another. "You keep going as you are, and that's what you'll be!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 1 2015, 05:48 AM Post #87 |
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*Each punch chips away at Sam's resolve a little more, pain erupting from everywhere. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want any more pain-- But he has to do this, has to protect Leonard, it's his duty, his duty... The third punch leaves Sam's nose bleeding, Sam groaning, blinking against the haze that is starting to settle on him, his upper body starting to slightly pitch to the side. Keep going, keep going... You can take one more... And another one...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 1 2015, 04:47 PM Post #88 |
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*One more punch to Sam's stomach and Trent has to step back to avoid being hit by drops of blood from Sam's nose. With a hiss, he shakes out his hand, letting the blood circulate back into his knuckles - he's going to be sore for a few hours! "Oi! No collapsing 'til you give us an address!" Realising that Sam's beginning to pitch to one side, Trent motions to his mate, who grabs Sam's shoulder and props him up. They'd better give him a minute to right himself.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 1 2015, 07:29 PM Post #89 |
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*The forced motion forces a loud groan from Sam - his control over himself is starting to slip away again, and the punches has left islands of intense pain all over his upper body and in his face, a cut on his forehead starting to ooze blood along with the already existing cut to his lip, and now his nose. Sam blinks hard, trying to get his thoughts back together, but for now all he can do is grimace and try to ride out the pain, involuntarily leaning into the man's touch. However... He still won't give up the address. Either of them. That much his scrambled brain still clings to.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 1 2015, 11:37 PM Post #90 |
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*still!? Jesus, the man deserves a medal. Though he's testing Trent's patience. "..... Bloody hell. Hand me that crowbar." The second man moves across the room, picking up a metal object with a 'clang'. A moment later it's on Trent's hand and he's spinning it like a baton. "Now. Sam. If you value your kneecaps you'll give me something. Anything. You have the stage."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 2 2015, 05:32 AM Post #91 |
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*Sam winces at the metallic sound accompanied bye Trent's threat- that doesn't bode well for him... He raises his head with some difficulty, blinking away the blurriness. Jesus, it really is a crowbar... Sam had resolved to simply keep his mouth shut and be completely silent, but Trent's offer is too inviting. He opens his mouth, but it takes several seconds before he's actually able to speak - everything hurts, throbs with agony, and Sam coughs painfully before finally, his voice complies* .... Piss.... Piss off........ *Don't show them just how scared you are... Don't show them weakness...... Don't...... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 2 2015, 10:44 PM Post #92 |
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*Trent sighs theatrically. "You brought this on yourself... " Making sure to swing with just enough force to hurt like hell but not actually break anything, Trent raises the crowbar and slams it into Sam's right leg, aiming for the shin just beneath the knee* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 3 2015, 05:47 AM Post #93 |
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*Sam squeezes his eyes shut as Trent raises the crowbar - and then, the pain that explodes from his right leg makes him scream and double over, twitching in his bonds as his instinct to curl up takes over. Sam's head is spinning now, the pain making his stomach churn. That hit may not have broken any bones, but it still did /something/, because the pain doesn't stop radiating, and every twitch of his causes it to increase in force, leaving Sam with tears in his eyes that are much harder to blink away than before. Groaning and twitching, Sam tries to right himself, to sit up again, to regain some of his dignity... And to stop his defenses from crumbling... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 4 2015, 12:08 AM Post #94 |
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*pleased with the reaction, Trent barks a laugh - like watching a film, this! "You deserve an Oscar for that one! Liked the tearing up - very good!" He swings the crowbar in his hand, apparently having fun playing with it. "Maybe you'll do even better for the sequel! Unless you wanna gimme something?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 4 2015, 06:49 AM Post #95 |
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*Breathing hard, Sam stares down at his knees, feeling the blood from his nose drip down his chin, no doubt staining his shirt underneath. He doesn't want to give Trent a show - he wants to be strong, stoic, cold in the face of danger - but by now, that's wishful thinking. There's only so much pain he can bear, and if Trent keeps going the way he is, the breaking point will arrive much sooner than Sam anticipated... But he still has to - has to think of Leonard, defenseless, and Annie and Gene, and looking at how easily Sam himself was captured, he can't allow the same thing to happen to his friends. So he grinds his teeth, not raising his head, even swallowing down the next groan of pain and blinking away the tears, only one of them rolling down his cheek, joining in with the blood. Sam isn't even trying to encourage himself any more now - all that matters is that he doesn't start talking. Keep your mouth shut. Don't give them anything. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 4 2015, 11:09 PM Post #96 |
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*Jesus! Still nothing!? "What are you made of, bloody steel?? Jesus Christ, you're gonna let me smash up all four limbs just to keep that little scrote from me!?" He takes a calming breath. "You do realise that's what I'll do? And worse?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 5 2015, 02:22 AM Post #97 |
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*Exhaling carefully, painfully, Sam does raise his head slightly at this, though focusing on Trent is turning out to be difficult. He'd resolved not to say anything, but there is something that's compelling Sam to try and work his mouth, even when he has to screw his eyes shut against the pain before he can talk* .... I'm.... I'm a police officer..... *sucks in a pained breath - he managed to set off the forming bruises to his abdomen - but this is all he wanted to say at any rate. All the explanation this needed. Still, Trent's threat is making fear course through his body. And finally, he can't hold back that one thought anymore, the thought he hadn't allowed himself. Save me, Gene. Please. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 5 2015, 11:07 PM Post #98 |
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*A pause, accompanied by a wide eyed stare. "You're....? Oh jeez-louise, I'm sorry, officer! I had no idea!" And in a moment, Trent snaps out of it, letting out a raucous laugh. "And I'm a bleedin' cheeky scoundrel. What difference does that bloody make!?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 6 2015, 09:26 AM Post #99 |
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*Sam squares his jaw as he glares at Trent - he knew this was going to be met with ridicule, but it doesn't change a thing. Sam is a police officer, and it's his duty to protect the city and its citizens, just like Gene always says. And he may not be able to go through with it until the very end, but that won't stop Sam from resisting Trent's treatment for as long as he possibly can. Trent's laughter and exclamations are met with stony silence. The more Sam says, the more danger there is of him slipping up... So he'll remain silent again now. And he'll do his best to keep it up, whatever happens next.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 6 2015, 02:53 PM Post #100 |
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*"Oi! I asked you a question!" Determined to get Sam to speak again, Trent swings the bar again, thwacking it against Sam's stomach. "You gonna answer me or what!!"* |
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