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| Topic Started: Dec 24 2013, 10:06 PM (13,760 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Dec 24 2013, 10:06 PM Post #1 |
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*Gene slams the pen down on his desk with a smirk of satisfaction. That's today's crossword done and dusted, and now it's time for his afternoon brew. There's nothing much to sort out just yet - not until Chris and Ray get back with the results of the morning's surveillance. May as well take it easy - looks like it's going to be a bit of a crazy few hours before Beer o'clock. Feeling boredom creeping up on him, Gene peers through the blinds at Sam's desk, and at Sam buried somewhere behind the stack of paperwork placed there. Maybe he'll go out there and hang around for a moment, see if Sam could use a bit of banter to perk him back up.... Making a decision, Gene gets up and strides through his office door towards Sam. He tries to ignore the way he can feel himself warming up inside as he approaches, seeing Sam's downward gaze - the way his eyelashes fan out like that and the loose grip he has on his pen...* Oi. Sally. Fed up of that yet? *nods at the forms on the tabletop* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 24 2013, 10:31 PM Post #2 |
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*However, Sam is not as relaxed as Gene. He's been working on filing away forms and the likes all morning, until just a few minutes ago. As Gene puts down the last letter in his crossword, Sam opens another file and spots a typed note on top of all the other sheets. Which is odd, because usually if people leave him notes, they are hand-written... There are only a few words, three lines, but they drain the colour from Sam's face. "Meet me tonight, 10:00 PM outside the Printworks, Withy Grove. Alone. DCI Morgan" Before Sam has much time to process what he just read, he hears Gene come out of his office, and very quickly pushes the note under a pile of papers before he looks up* .... er. Yeah... no. Actually, I was in the middle of something important here. *Not for the first time, Sam wishes he'd be a better actor. Situations like this, he's so bad with dealing with them...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 24 2013, 10:48 PM Post #3 |
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*Gene frowns a little, cocking his head and looking down at Sam as though he's just grown a tail* ........ Really. *Gene knows that reaction. Something doesn't seem quite right here.* What's so important then? *tries to take a peek at the files Sam just touched* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 24 2013, 11:00 PM Post #4 |
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*His heart starting to beat faster and faster, Sam tries to think of a good response, but his mind is, for once, blank. Thank God he pushed the note under a different pile of files, but...!* Just... sorting these things out. These files are all... really...unorganized. Need to rearrange them. Properly. *as he speaks, Sam closes the file and puts it down on a different stack, trying to look calm* So er... did you need something, Guv? *hopefully changing the subject will help...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 25 2013, 10:54 PM Post #5 |
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*Hmm. Subject change. Okayyy...* Yes, as a matter of fact. S'bloody borin' round 'ere. So. *pulls a chair up, flips it round and plonks himself down on it, straddling his legs either side of the seat and crossing his arms over the backrest* Unbore me. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 25 2013, 11:01 PM Post #6 |
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.... *... figures. With a sigh, his mind still slightly reeling, Sam leans back in his own chair* Unbore you. How? *glances round the office quickly - they're alone, for now...* You get bored with anything related to sitting 'round 'ere. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 25 2013, 11:11 PM Post #7 |
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*Gene's very aware of the fact that they're alone in the room, and he takes full advantage of it by leaning in a little and raising a cheeky eyebrow* *in a low voice* I can think of a few ways.... *smug look* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 26 2013, 10:16 AM Post #8 |
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*Sam's eyebrows rise slightly, and finally he seems to be regaining his composure properly* I'm fairly sure that entertaining you is not part of my work contract, DCI Hunt. *By which Sam also means to say: "Not here and not now you cheeky sod, anyone could come in at any time!"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 26 2013, 10:29 PM Post #9 |
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*huffs a little and slumps* Polite. *reaches out to try and lift the files Sam placed over the note - he's still a little curious after all!* So. What's so interesting in 'ere that you can't take five minutes out for a bit of a fumble? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2013, 11:21 AM Post #10 |
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Christ... *reaches out to bat Gene's hand away* Stop it, you're ruining my system. Look, I'm just... This needs to be done. *his expression softens a little* At home, alright? It's too risky here. *Sam doesn't quite understand himself why he doesn't tell Gene about the note... Maybe it's because he's afraid that he'll misunderstand...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 27 2013, 09:00 PM Post #11 |
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*sits back, leaving the files alone and withdrawing his hand* Hmmph. Fine. I know how you get yer jollies from alphabetical organisation. You comin' for a beer after work at least? Or have you got more numerical figures to snog? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2013, 09:23 PM Post #12 |
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*leans back a little as well, momentarily relieved* Er... *thinks quickly - if he comes and leaves the pub at short notice, Gene might offer to go with him...* ... no, actually. I, er... I'm starting to feel a bit under the weather, actually. I'll just stay 'ere, work a little, and then go straight 'ome. *glances up at Gene with a wry look* No need to wait up on me or anything, though I know that will be oh so hard for you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 27 2013, 09:50 PM Post #13 |
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*Huh.... Not that Sam missing beer o'clock to put in a few extra hours is that strange... He's done it before.... But there's something prodding at Gene's copper instincts here... Something's not quite right. Gene just can't put his finger on it...* *He frowns* Under the weather? What's wrong? Been inhaling too much of the biro fumes? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 27 2013, 09:56 PM Post #14 |
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... call it that, if you like. *picks up a file, flipping it open and shooting another pointed glance at Gene* I need to get done with this lot today, and the longer you keep me now, the later I'll be home and in bed tonight. *God, if Gene could just... back off a little...! Sam fears (and knows) it's that gut feeling of his which is making him prod, and he doesn't know whether he should admire or curse it. But it's a fact that Sam needs to be alone tonight, and so he'll need to Gene off his back, at any cost.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2013, 07:40 PM Post #15 |
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Hmmph. *flicks his gaze down towards the pile of files once more and nods slowly after a pause* ........... Fine. Want me to pick you up some curry on the way back from the pub? Or are you stayin' in the canteen for dinner...? *His real question is - how late is Sam going to be back?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 28 2013, 08:15 PM Post #16 |
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*looks up* Hm? Oh... no, don't bother. I'll go to bed early... And I know you like waking me up in the middle of the night, but I'd be thankful if you could not do it tonight. I'll pick something up from the canteen if I really get hungry. *Hopefully that did the trick...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 28 2013, 11:21 PM Post #17 |
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*Gene's frown deepens as Sam lays out his plans. So he won't be seeing Sam at home then, not really. It feels like Sam's trying to avoid him or keep something from him. Like something's up but Sam's trying not to let on. It's nothing obvious, but Gene's always been proud of his ability to read people, and in terms of readability, Sam's like a picture book. The last time Sam acted shady like this... Well. It was a while ago. And while that doesn't mean anything bad could come from this, it still sets off Gene's alarms slightly. But then.... They're together now... And they've been seeing each other a lot since they started...Maybe Sam just wants some space for a night. Gene can't deny him that. Maybe he should just.... back off this once. See if Sam's back to normal in the morning.... So, regretfully, Gene nods once and huffs out a sigh* Right. I'll leave you be, then. *heaves himself up out of his chair and turns to walk back into his office* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2013, 03:29 PM Post #18 |
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*Oh thank God. Inwardly, Sam sighs with relief - though it makes him feel uncomfortable and guilty to see Gene look defeated like this. To make it up a little, Sam tries to smile as Gene gets up from the chair* Thanks. *As Gene moves away, Sam calls after him* Home-cooked curry tomorrow night? *Because hopefully, whatever this is, Sam will be able to resolve it tonight...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 29 2013, 08:27 PM Post #19 |
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*Gene slows his steps as Sam calls out his offer. Sam feels bad, then. And while he's acting strangely, he's not acting coldly. So it doesn't seem as though it's anything Gene's done to piss him off. That's reassuring and worrying at the same time. If it's not Gene, then what is it? For now, Gene decides he'll take the offer and see how Sam is later. He may just be being paranoid. It could be nothing. But if it is something, hopefully Sam'll come to him sooner or later....* *voice flat but not angry or hurt, exactly* Right. I'll bring the poppadoms. *And with that, Gene stalks into his office and shuts the door behind him* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 29 2013, 09:34 PM Post #20 |
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*Sam watches Gene shut the door, his chest tight. This whole thing isn't off to a good start...Hopefully it's not a bad omen or something like that. And as soon as that thought crosses his mind, Sam rolls his eyes at himself, because Chrissakes, he's no supersticious fool. With another glance to Gene's office, Sam gingerly pulls the note out from the pile of files to glance at it once more. He knows the address, or at least the general area - it's close to the city centre... so it probably won't be too... remote, or deserted. Christ Sam, relax.You're meeting a DCI, not a crime lord. With a shake of his head, Sam folds the note and shoves in the pocket of his jacket, then turns his attention back to the stacks of files he still needs to go through. And so, the rest of the day passes fairly quickly,because for once, Sam is able to lose himself entirely in the files, and he only looks up when Annie asks him whether he'll go down to the pub too, upon which he shakes his head no with an apologetic smile. Finally, the clock strikes 9, and Sam gets up from his chair at once, grabbing his jacket. He's more nervous than he has any right to be... He snorts. There's nothing he needs to worry about, absolutely nothing. If this is about the train heist, Morgan is on a worse foot than Sam is. And if it's about M.A.R.S....Well, it's the same matter, really. Nothing to worry about, Sam tells himself again and again, as he jogs down the stairs and walks out of the station. It's ten minutes to 10:00 when Sam finally arrives at the Printworks. He knows the site only from the future, 2006, and there it had been busy at all times. Now, though, the places is strangely quiet, and nothing moves under the flickering light of the street lamps. Sam stops beneath one of them - not quite in the full glare of the light - , scanning the area. There are many places where one could hide... So he'll need to be on his guard. Another couple of minutes pass, and finally Sam feels compelled to call out* DCI Morgan? *he resists the urge to move forward - if he did, he'd be fully visible, and that might not be in his favour...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2013, 04:53 PM Post #21 |
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*There's a shifting in the shadows - a movement positioned just out to the corner of Sam's field of vision. A tapping on the floor as the figure stands up and dusts himself down, as though the area is too dirty and mucky for his presence* DI Tyler. *Morgan moves out into the dim light, dressed in a smart spotless suit and looking like he's just readied himself to go stay at the Ritz. His face is guarded, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth. He eyes Sam briefly, his eyebrow raising a little.* it's been a long time. No hard feelings, I hope. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2013, 06:39 PM Post #22 |
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*Sam manages not to flinch as he turns - a measured movement, not too sudden - to face Morgan. Christ, but he looks like something out of a different world... Sam can't suppress a tiny shiver, straightening his back and raising his chin ever so slightly* Not really, no. You helped me find where my true loyalties lie. *And that's the truth, even. And it won't hurt to let Morgan know from the get-go where they both are standing.* Since it's been a long time indeed, I have to ask: What do you want? |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2013, 08:31 PM Post #23 |
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*Morgan raises his hands a little as though Sam's just about to pull a gun on him and smirks. "Now, Sam. You're a respectable well brought up lad.... I thought you'd have more time for pleasantries, especially for old friends. So. How's life here? You... Settled in nicely, after terminating your place with us?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2013, 08:43 PM Post #24 |
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*the corner of Sam's mouth twitches into a terse smirk* *deliberately ignoring the "old friends" part* Couldn't be any happier. And as far as I remember, it was you who terminated my... place. *He nearly said "terminated my life and friends" there....* Really though, I'm tired and there's a lot of work to do, so if you could get to the point soon... |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2013, 09:23 PM Post #25 |
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*Morgan eyes Sam for a moment, his disappointment at Sam's impoliteness evident on his face. "If that's what you wish, I'll get right down to it." He straightens, taking on a cheery businesslike air. "Sam. I'm here on business. The M.A.R.S project... it's back in operation. I admit I thought you might have tired of this place by now and would want to return to where you're really appreciated. But it seems I overestimated your judgement. I assume I already know what your answer will be should I ask you to join me?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2013, 09:28 PM Post #26 |
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*Sam's right hand slowly curls into a fist. M.A.R.S. is back... so that means they will target Gene again....! He snorts and shakes his head* I'll spell it out for you, to make sure: No. I belong here. I'm appreciated here. *raises his arm now, jabbing one finger in Morgan's direction* And I warn you. Stay away from DCI Hunt. If you want to nail him on anything, you'd have to do so with forged evidence, and you'll want to think twice before going down that road. *a humourless smile shows on his face* Though I suppose it wouldn't be too hard for you, seeing as you were ready to let a whole team of detectives die for the sake of getting the result you wanted. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2013, 09:34 PM Post #27 |
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*Morgan's lip twitches, just a tiny bit. He knew this was going to be Sam's answer. No matter. Time to explain things a little more clearly. "Sam, I think you're misunderstanding. Ignore Hunt for a moment... Do you remember what M.A.R.S was set up to do? I know your memory has become notoriously unreliable, but.... I trust you remember the meaning behind the operation?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2013, 09:38 PM Post #28 |
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*there's a slight twitch under Sam's eye, just one* To eliminate corrupt coppers and establish a new system of work within England's police stations. *As soon as he said it, he hates himself for it - don't play into Morgan's hands like that, he's not your superior, he never was...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2013, 09:48 PM Post #29 |
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*Morgan leaves a meaningful pause there, willing Sam to get the message. When he speaks, his words are definite and deliberate - words slowly chosen with care. "That's about right, yes. To remove and replace... liabilities." He cocks his head a little, one eyebrow raising as his voice grows darker. "Are you a liability, Sam?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2013, 09:54 PM Post #30 |
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*Sam's eyes widen minutely - for a second, before Morgan speaks again, he's confused. Then, he can feel a cold feeling building in the pit of his stomach. "Are you a liability, Sam?" For an endless moment, he wants to say "no". It seems like an eternity has passed before Sam suddenly raises his chin, both hands curled into tight fists now.* ... I suppose I am. From your point of view. |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 30 2013, 10:24 PM Post #31 |
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*Morgan's face drops, any hint of friendliness disappearing behind the cold, blank expression now set on his features. "That's a pity." He looks down, adjusting the front of his blazer - straightening it out a little. Everything in its place. "You know, I thought we had an understanding, you and I. A common goal." He looks up again, fixing Sam with a mock-regretful stare. "You were right, you know. Corruption is spread like a virus. I just regret that you succumbed so easily." he nods at Sam to demonstrate his point. "I daresay you'll regret it too, in time." And with that, he turns and begins to walk away, towards the exit leading out into the night. "You know how to reach me if you need to."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 30 2013, 10:40 PM Post #32 |
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*Sam's jaw sets as he notices those subtle changes in Morgan's posture. Christ, logically speaking he shouldn't feel so scared, but... there's no denying that sense of dread creeping up on him, is there. Sam wills himself to remain silent until Morgan turns to leave, but then he can't resist to say one last thing, when Morgan has nearly disappeared into the darkness, calling after him* You know I won't. Ever. *Then, Morgan is gone, just like that. After a few seconds, Sam begins to wonder whether their meeting ever happened.... but the slight shaking of his hands confirms it to him. He doesn't know how long he remains standing there, but finally, Sam moves - calm, measured steps,out of the factory area, out to the street. There's no one around, but Sam still keeps his guard up, even when he reaches his flat and carefully unlocks the door. However, there's no one there, not even Gene. He makes sure that the windows are closed and the door locked twice, but even as Sam lies down, he knows he won't be able to sleep. Morgan threatened them. He threatened him. And while Sam is much more worried about Gene, the fact that he can't sleep shows how much Morgan's threat is affecting him personally. This is going to be along night... .... and indeed, it is. Sam barely sleeps more than a couple of hours before the alarm reminds him that he needs to get up and to work. Christ. Half an hour later, he walks into office, cradling a cup of coffee, and having stuck his head under a stream of cold water as a way of waking up. As a result, his hair is still slightly tousled, and a quick peek in the mirror had confirmed to him that he looked pale as a ghost. Well, at least that made his story of not having felt well last night more plausible, Sam reflects morosely...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2013, 04:23 PM Post #33 |
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*Oblivious to last night's confrontation, Gene rolls into the station at the usual time, not feeling quite as shit as Sam, but still not one hundred percent. It'd felt weird last night, with Sam absent. And with Gene not knowing what was up with him, that didn't exactly help. Still. Sam's probably inside already, knowing him. Hopefully he's a little less distracted this morning. On his way into the office, Gene picks up two mugs of strong coffee - if Sam really has been working late he's going to need it. Gene's suspicions are confirmed as soon as he marches in and spies Sam hunched over his desk looking like something the cat just spat out. Gene was going to slap the mug down in front of him and startle him, but... Maybe not this time. Instead, he walks up to the desk, his footsteps announcing his presence, and places the mug down in front of Sam's face.* Wild night then, was it? You have a rave with them files of yours or what? You look like the ghost of Paperworks Past. |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2013, 08:33 PM Post #34 |
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*When Gene walks up to him, Sam doesn't react at first - then, however, he flinches. He'd nearly fallen asleep there...! Now, he looks up veeeery slowly, looking at Gene through half-lidded eyes* .... Funny. *his gaze drops down to the coffee mark, and his expression softens somewhat* Thanks... I've just... *clears his throat a little* ... had a headache. Couldn't sleep. *takes a tentative sip* |
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| Gene Hunt | Dec 31 2013, 11:14 PM Post #35 |
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*Well, from how Sam looks at least, his story seems to check out.... He quickly scans the room, checking nobody else is here, then pats Sam's shoulder* I'll tell you what it is - too many nights locked up in 'ere staring at numbers when you could be at 'ome in front of the telly or in a nice snug bed with yours truly. Noggin still givin' you gip now? Or s'it better? |
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| Sam Tyler | Dec 31 2013, 11:42 PM Post #36 |
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*There's a pang of guilt at Gene's words. Well, more like several pangs, forming one massive punch in the gut. Gene actually bought it, and he's properly worried, and... and Sam met up with Morgan and is keeping it a secret from him. Sam looks up slowly, letting a second pass before shaking his head.* ...not really. Feel like shit, to be honest. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2014, 12:26 AM Post #37 |
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*pauses, then lifts his hand from Sam's shoulder and gives it an annoying poke* Well why aren't you in bed then, if you're sickening for something? If you came in to sneeze in Ray's biccies, just aim it away from the wafers. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2014, 12:29 AM Post #38 |
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............. *looks at Gene for a long moment, before lowering his head* .... no, I.... needed to distract myself... *as soon as he says it, he regrets having done so. This will surely set off Gene's alarm bells yet again...!* .... f...from that ruddy headache, that is. Doesn't let me sleep, does it. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2014, 12:40 AM Post #39 |
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*Sam needs to..... Okay, well. That explanation seems unlikely.... Or rather, illogical. Gene shifts his weight and looks down at Sam's bowed head, his eyebrows sinking into a frown* You not thought that maybe when yer head's hurtin' the worst thing to do is try to cram more stuff into it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2014, 12:45 AM Post #40 |
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. . . . . . *Sam keeps looking down studiously* ... I.... I just can't 'elp it. When I can't sleep. *glances up a little*What else am I supposed to do....? *Christ, that frown doesn't bode well for him... He's starting to get himself caught up in contradictions....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2014, 12:54 AM Post #41 |
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*Sam's not even looking at him now. Avoiding eye contact.... Gene had believed Sam before, but... Is.... Is Sam lying....? Usually it's easy to tell, but Sam's clearly tired either way, and it's making it tricky to tell. Bad night's sleep and a headache, or something else...? Gene keeps his voice free from accusation or anger, instead trying to keep it jovial and light. He shrugs.* Dunno, gimme a ring, maybe? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2014, 11:25 AM Post #42 |
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*Again, there's a few moments of silence, before Sam gives an exhausted sigh* ... Sorry. 'm sorry. Didn't want to bother you... not in the best of moods... *How can he tell Gene the true reason? He can't, that's the only answer. It hits Sam again, the knowledge that M.A.R.S. is back and running,and that means they all are in considerable danger, judging from the way Morgan issued his threats... Christ.... Sam runs a head over his face. He wanted to stay at home,he really did, but then if anything had happened at the station, with Morgan, and Sam wouldn't have been there... It would have looked too suspicious for anyone, even Gene, to think Sam hadn't been involved. And besides, Sam wanted to be there... for the team.... But all that, he can't say. His fist clenches around the mug he's holding.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2014, 03:33 PM Post #43 |
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*Gene sighs, looking down at his shoes. There's clearly something Sam's not sharing here, and it doesn't look like he's going to be getting anywhere however long he asks.* Yeah, I can see that. *points to Sam's mug* Keep that topped up. Looks like it's gonna be a slow day, bar any emergencies. If y'want a nap, take one. I'll be in 'ere. *Feeling frustrated and disappointed (why can't Sam share whatever's bothering him? They're supposed to be able to talk to each other....), Gene turns and walks off towards his office.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2014, 03:43 PM Post #44 |
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*Sam remains silent, merely nodding to acknowledge that he heard what Gene said. Better not talk, lest he say something that trips up his story again... But it's with deep regret that Sam listens to Gene's retreating steps. Maybe he should... say something... but even with how things have developed,the train heist and DCI Morgan still are the touchiest subjects of them all... Sam never explained what happened, and Gene never asked, so if he were to mention his visit with Morgan now... It might be entirely irrational, but Sam simply fears that Gene will just... cast him out without even hearing the whole story. And he couldn't face that... So,once more, Sam buries himself in files for the time being, trying to ignore everything else.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2014, 04:49 PM Post #45 |
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*Silence as he walks away. Sam doesn't even try to stop him. This is.... not how Gene'd hoped it'd go... What's Sam hiding from him? He's sure there's something... Sam might be tired, but the line about Sam distracting himself from his headace... That didn't ring true, somehow. Gene's seen Sam with a headache, plenty of times. And he's usually pressing his fingers into his temples, complaining of not being able to think... This isn't a typical headache, at least. Okay. Tonight. Tonight while they're having their curry, that's when he'll ask again. Not at the station where others might hear. He can't have others overhearing, if it'll give away the... 'nature' of their relationship... So Gene works through the day, finishing paperwork, giving orders and marching about trying to keep himself busy until beer time. Once the clock strikes time, he takes a deep breath and gets up from behind his desk. He shrugs his coat on and makes his way out towards Sam, still sat at his desk.* Right. *gives Sam a nudge on the shoulder* Beer O'Clock. Dinner time. You comin'? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 1 2014, 04:56 PM Post #46 |
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*For Sam, the day passes in a blur. He barely manages to get through his pile of files, reading and rereading every other line about five times without even realising. God... More than once, he feels like he'll throw up any moment, and ends up spending a fair amount of time down in the stalls, just sitting and trying to regain his breath and calming himself down. To think this would be troubling him so much... When the clock strikes beer o'clock, Sam has just rested his forehead on his forearm, wanting to take a small break. He flinches at Gene's nudge and looks up suddenly, before exhaling* ...Dinner... No, sorry, I can't... *rubs a hand over his eyes* Don't feel much like eating... *There was something, he remembers dimly from the night before, and that something is now making a small alarm bell ring, but he just can't put a finger on it...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 1 2014, 10:28 PM Post #47 |
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*Gene blinks. Wait, what? He knows Sam's not feeling his best, but he hadn't thought he'd actually forget. Gene wouldn't expect Sam to cook for him if he was feeling ill, but... Sam forgetting something like that.... It's not usual...* ....... Thought we were doin' curry tonight? We said... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2014, 07:06 AM Post #48 |
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... *Sam, having bowed his head again, looks up slowly, a frown on his face. Curry...? ... and then he remembers.* Oh, God. *covers his eyes with his hand for a second, exhaling slowly* Gene, I'm so sorry. I completely... ... ... *swallows* I forgot.... And I... *He can't... not with.... Not if he keeps thinking about this... For a moment, Sam wants to blurt out everything that happened. But, no, he can't... The whole matter never was resolved. Sam tried to touch upon it, once, when they weren't yet... together, but Gene had avoided the discussion, and so Sam had let it rest. Still, at this moment, Sam is aware of how much of an elephant in the room this matter is. And since he himself isn't quite sure yet about his own involvement even back then, he can't talk about it freely...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2014, 08:26 PM Post #49 |
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Forgot? You're usually fizzin' over with girly glee at the thought of getting your spices out! *clenches his fists, frustrated and anxious - Okay. He can't keep giving him his space now. He's given Sam plenty of time to come out and tell him what's wrong....* *leans in towards Sam, trying to keep his voice hushed - just in case of people eavesdropping* Right, c'mon. You me what's gotten stuck up yer jacksie right now. You've been acting shifty for well over a day now and you haven't come to me once. This isn't just a headache and I know it. M'not stupid. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 2 2014, 09:24 PM Post #50 |
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Yes, yes, I know, and I'm sorry, but-- *Sam is interrupted by Gene, and as he looks up Gene's face is suddenly dangerously close to his won. He leans back ever so slightly, eyes widening with surprise and shock. Shit.* I--! *shit shit shit what does he say what does he say* There's nothing-- *no that won't work now, will it* I-I mean-- *okay Sam, calm down, take a breath, just calm. down. Sam takes a breath.* Gene. I've really just. Been out of the loop. *Part of Sam is wondering why he still isn't saying anything about Morgan. The more he denies it, the more he pushes it away, the worse the impact will be when Gene does find out....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 2 2014, 11:16 PM Post #51 |
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Out of the loop, my arse. You're the most 'on top of it' person in this bloody office. *tries again to keep his voice down, more sure now from Sam's reaction that he's being lied to* There's something naggin' at you. S'written all over your face, so don't keep tryin' to pull the wool over my eyes! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 3 2014, 02:46 PM Post #52 |
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! *He's not going to get out of this, is he. Sam leans back in his chair, to get a bit of distance between their faces. Christ, he needs to think... If Gene is a target, he has every right to know about the threat, but... Sam still dreads Gene's reaction... But he can't keep lying, not when Gene already is like this. He's ballsed that one up...* *exhales, rubbing at his temple with two fingers for a moment* Right, alright... Just, promise me not to fly off the handle... *Sam knows that that won't help much, but it's worth a try...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 3 2014, 09:14 PM Post #53 |
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*....... If Sam thinks there's a chance Gene's going to fly off the handle, there's a good chance he will, he's learnt that by now. His fists clensh in anticipation and dread. What is Sam hiding from him...!?* I'll know whether I'm right to fly off the handle once I hear it. Spit it out. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 4 2014, 09:34 AM Post #54 |
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*Sam remains silent for a few seconds, looking at Gene. His heart is beating so hard, it feels like it's going to pop out of his chest any moment... Christ... He heaves a sigh, then reaches for his jacket. He's found what he's looking for very quick, and he hands it over to Gene - the note, neatly folded.* ...I found this among the files yesterday. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 4 2014, 09:17 PM Post #55 |
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*Gene unfolds the note quickly and nervously, brow furrowed as he finally lays eyes on the words written there. He doesn't blink, frozen in place while the message echoes in his mind. Morgan. Frank Morgan.* ..................... *He stares for a few moments more, face pale and eyes sharp, staring down at the paper with a carefully unreadable expression. Then, quick as a flash Gene's hand is whipping out and grabbing Sam's shoulder. There's hardly anyone left in CID now and those that are left are busy and absorbed in what they're doing... But he doesn't want anyone overhearing this...* C'mon. *gives Sam a yank, pulling him up out of his chair and dragging him across the room towards the double doors. He's tense and angry, confusion and stress bubbling up in his chest and threatening to burst out. That note could mean anything.... Sam has more information than just that note, Gene knows it.... And he needs to find out what it is. He needs to find out right the hell now. Somewhere quiet. Lost and Found. That should do...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2014, 02:57 PM Post #56 |
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*Sam watches Gene for several seconds, before swiping his hand over his eyes again. God, he's tired, and this is nerve-wrecking, and-- Suddenly, he's yanked up from his chair, and fear shoots through his system as Gene drags him along, out of the office. The rational part of his mind immediately argues that Gene probably wants to go somewhere they can't be overheard to discuss this, which is perfectly understandable and very clever, because this information will defintiely cause a stir... But Sam also knows that in a place where they can't be heard talking, other things too can go by unnoticed... And that is ridiculous, because he and Gene are more than just partners now, have been for a while, and really he should be ashamed of himself for thinking for even a moment that Gene would lose it that way. Because he won't. And Sam should have told him from the get-go, he was being an utter idiot keeping this meeting to himself. All these thoughts shoot through his mind within seconds, and he lets Gene pull him along silently, through the double doors, over to Lost and Found.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2014, 05:27 PM Post #57 |
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*hauls Sam through the doors of Lost and Found, letting go of him roughly as soon as they're in. He turns, throwing the doors shut and turning the lock. He turns to face Sam looking both scared and furious at the same time* Explain. Now. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2014, 05:44 PM Post #58 |
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*stumbles as Gene lets go of him, and as he turns around, Sam hears the clicking of the lock, and suddenly his heart seems to be beating a bit higher up in his throat. And Christ, Gene's look.... Sam swallows, eyes a bit wider than usual. He tries to tell himself that he has nothing to fear, but...* I met up with him. With Morgan. Last night. *God, how does he explain this quickly and properly...* It was about, about the operation I used to... supposedly used to work for. *And only as he speaks does Sam realise that he never even really told Gene about all that...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 5 2014, 09:12 PM Post #59 |
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You... You... met that slimy BASTARD?? *breathing heavily and feeling thoroughly confused, Gene keeps his eyes fixed on Sam. Last time Morgan was in the picture he'd ended up laying on some traintracks waiting to be shot dead. His team had been injured... The memory, though now less immediate still hurts when he lets himself think about it. The fact that he never found out exactly what Sam was upto that day is something he'd been able to get over. Sam's with him now. On their side for sure. Or so he'd thought.... He'd never considered that Sam'd see Morgan again. And even if the reason's unknown still... It feels like a small betrayal...* ....... Why didn't you TELL me?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 5 2014, 09:22 PM Post #60 |
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*swallows again, though he tries not to let his nervousness and fear show. Christ, he should have known.... He should have told Gene straight away...* I... I needed to know. What it was about. I hadn't expected him to get in contact again, and it... it scared me. *That is a concession that isn't easy to make for Sam, and it shows.* Besides, it could still have been a hoax, so I, I didn't want to make the horses shy if there was no need. *The truth of course is, that it all happened so quickly - him reading the note, and then Gene showing up. It was pure reflex that made him hide the piece of paper and not talk about it. Sam pauses, before taking a breath.* Anyway. He... it was a warning. There used to be this operation - M.A.R.S. - which was supposed to comb England's police stations and get rid of... *smiles wryly as he remembers Morgan's wording* 'liabilities'. Corruption, inefficiency. He, he'd targeted... *Here, Sam has to break off, because it still is hard for him to think back to those couple of days. When he secretly recorded interrogations and briefings... And in the current situation, it makes him physically ill to remember it...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2014, 12:23 AM Post #61 |
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*Gene's about to interrupt - to tell Sam to stop beating about the bush - to stop wasting time with stupid metaphors about horses and whatnot. He just wants a straight answer, dammit! He needs to know what's HAPPENING. Luckily, before Gene can voice his displeasure San starts to actually get into the nitty gritty of it and explain. Still not as clear and concise as Gene needs, but.... It's a start. And not a nice start either. Gene was vaguely aware of the very very basics - that Sam had apparently been working against them in some way... But his change of heart had been enough to absolve Sam of that, in Gene's mind. Now though, with all of it surfacing again....? * .... Me. You both? Targeted me. *He punctuates his by violently prodding himself in the chest* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2014, 09:09 AM Post #62 |
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*Sam winces slightly at Gene's self-prod, and his wording. It's unfair, it's ruddy unfair, because it's true, and at the same time it isn't. If only he could explain properly... calmly....* ... yes. *Denying it now would only lead to further discussions, and now that he's started talking, Sam needs to get the whole story off his chest...* But I dropped out, as you know. And now Morgan is back, and the operation is running again. He told me. *Sam wants to tell Gene that they're both in danger now, but he hesitates for just one moment - what if Gene doesn't believe him...? Gene's expression, his reactions so far, they seem to be confirming Sam's worst fears....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 6 2014, 09:24 PM Post #63 |
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*The operation's running again!? Jesus....! Suddenly things start slot together... And Sam admitted it... He'd been targeting Gene.* Oh, really. And lemme guess. He wants 'is star pupil back. *winces at himself, because he knows that was unfair. But he can't help it. He'd purposefully pushed back these memories and forgiven Sam for all of this... It's hard to process, all of it coming up again. He'd buried it in his mind for a reason. It hurts to think of a time when Sam would've worked against him. Betrayed him. They can't go back to that...* You told 'im where to get off, I hope. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 6 2014, 09:36 PM Post #64 |
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*Ouch. That hurt indeed. Sam never even really... Well alright, he did, but for God's sake what was he supposed to believe back then?! Sam's hands clench into tight fists, like they did the night before. His voice sounds terse when he answers* You think I didn't? *Part of him knows it's not good to start snapping back, but the feeling of being utterly cornered is starting to take over, and Sam is starting to react on basic instinct, even though that has been so unlike him for such a long time...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 7 2014, 11:11 AM Post #65 |
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I didn't know you'd even SEEN 'im til just now! I don't know what I'm supposed to think. You should have bloody told me before going there alone!! Jesus... *runs a hand over his hair, agitated* You told' im to get stuffed, then. What did 'e say? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 7 2014, 05:49 PM Post #66 |
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*grits his teeth* You don't understand... ! *But how could he, if Sam doesn't entirely understand himself...? Whether he really worked for Morgan or didn't, whether it was all a scheme, all a lie, and... Sam's head is starting to hurt.* He said I'd regret it. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 7 2014, 10:38 PM Post #67 |
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*Pauses, looking at Sam carefully with his head slightly to the side and eyes narrowed. He's watcing Sam closely and trying to play this through in his head. That's a clear threat. Sam's in trouble too, then....* So he didn't accept your polite 'no', then. He say anything else? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 7 2014, 10:41 PM Post #68 |
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No. *That came out fairly forceful, like it isn't true - and in a way, it isn't... Morgan DID say more, and implied even more, but Sam can't repeat it, not to Gene. Not to himself either.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2014, 02:41 PM Post #69 |
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*raises an eyebrow and folds his arms, feeling on edge again - like Sam's not telling him the full truth here* So that was it? He said you'd regret it and let you skip off into the sunset? You sure there's nothing you're not tellin' me? 'Cos if there is, now's your chance. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2014, 02:46 PM Post #70 |
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*Sam's fingernails are starting to dig into his skin, but he barely registers the faint pain.* He said it and left. There's nothing else. *exhales, willing himself to calm down a little* So you... we need to be extremely careful from here on out. There's no telling how or when he'll strike. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 8 2014, 10:37 PM Post #71 |
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*grits his teeth a little, torn between several reactions. He's unsure of what to think... Sam seems worried, but when Morgan was involved last time, Sam'd raised a glass and toasted him right before almost letting him get shot to death. When Morgan's involved, Gene's emotionally compromised, just like Sam is* Can't you just give 'im a ring? You must have 'is number somewhere in your little black book. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 8 2014, 10:42 PM Post #72 |
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*actually snaps this time* I won't, and I don't. *Sam would feel a bit better about all of this if Gene wasn't standing between him and the door - the locked door, no less. He's far from claustrophobic, but everything right now is adding up and up and up, and Sam can feel pressure building in his head and chest...* And I think we're done, now. I told you everything there is to it. We'll 'ave to be on our guard. Now unlock the door, Gene. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 9 2014, 11:57 AM Post #73 |
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Why! So you can run off again without explainin' anything? You never even tried to explain what 'appened with Morgan last time even after the shitstorm that came of it. *wrestles with himself for a moment, thoroughly confused with the situation. He knows they're both stressed and uptight, but he still doesn't feel like he understands what's even going on here. They're in danger apparently, but he still doesn't really know who Morgan IS to Sam...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 9 2014, 12:40 PM Post #74 |
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I just bloody did! *Sam's voice is getting louder, but for now, he doesn't care, he just needs to get out, get some air, breathe...!* And that -- *he can feel his face grow hot, but for God's sake, now's not the time to explain this....! Sam forces himself to exhale, to calm down, if only a little.* -- I couldn't explain it then, and I can't explain it now - at least, not right now, not 'ere. Now unlock the ruddy door and let me out. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2014, 10:07 AM Post #75 |
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Everything can be explained, Sam! Just needs you to use yer bloody noggin! *taps at his own forehead - to him it just looks like Sam's holding back. If he can't explain this then why not what happened last time?!* I think I deserve an explanation at least! But if you're just gonna keep runnin' from this, then.... *steps aside, folding his arms again* Be my guest. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2014, 11:04 AM Post #76 |
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*Sam feels like screaming. Instead, he glares at Gene, unable to formulate words for once. He might be able to explain what happened that last time, but he'd have to be thinking clearly in order to do that, and that is simply impossible at the moment. He needs to get out, he needs to think...! Gene finally steps aside, and after a second during which nothing in the room moves, Sam steps past Gene as fast as he can, fumbling for the lock. Finally, finally it turns, and Sam all but flees from Lost and Found, not stopping until he's out of the station. It's not that he wants to keep running, far from that... But godammit all, it's too much at the moment....!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2014, 04:34 PM Post #77 |
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*Gene watches in disbelief and fury as Sam practically sails through the door and out of the room without so much as a word. Shit. Shit. Too blinded by anger and a sense of betrayal to even think about the danger they're both in right now, Gene delivers a swift and brutal kick to the door Sam just left through. It cracks loudly against the doorframe and rebounds. Why didn't Sam tell him about this from the start! If they're both in this together, he should have TOLD him! This secrecy, just....! He slams his hands against the wall.* Shit....! *heaving a few calming breaths, it takes Gene around five minutes to calm down enough to leave the room and stomp back into his office. He hadn't seen Sam in CID as he'd waked through and he hadn't expected to. As much as he tries not to, he finds himself wondering where he's gone. And as the rage slowly begins to subside, Gene begins to feel the little nagging urge at the back of his mind telling him to go find Sam. Not just yet, though..... Not until he's thought this all through.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2014, 08:07 PM Post #78 |
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*As Sam leaves, he hears a mighty resounding bang from behind him, and for some reason he just knows that it was Gene, taking his anger out on something - the door of Lost and Found, probably. However, he doesn't give it much thought - he's out in the evening air now, a cool breeze making his jacket billow slightly as he walks across the yard briskly, not looking back. His head feels hot, his hands are still bunched to fists, and Christ, his vision is blurred... But he can't cry, not now, not about this. Sam knows he should've explained. But he also knows that he couldn't. He needs to think about it, find the right words, lay them out on paper so that he feels confident enough to speak them. Sometimes the words come to him and he knows they are the right ones - like that one time with the football hooligans - but this... this is different. The thing is, Morgan scares Sam, for far more reasons than just M.A.R.S. Morgan, previously, was a link to 2006. Sam knows with absolute certainty that it was Dr Morgan who operated on him, and he remembers his face clear as day. It was the same face he saw last night. So Morgan being back now... It feels like there could be far more behind it. It might mean that there might be something, someone, trying to get him back, if that is even possible. But it COULD be possible - Sam still doesn't know what really happened after his accident. He can't know for sure whether he is still alive, or dead. All he knows is that he is alive here, and that he won't give it up, not without a fight. But how can he explain that to Gene? Gene doesn't even know about 2006. Sam thought he would take that secret to his grave, he'd never really planned to tell Gene about it... Because how could he possibly understand? Sam doesn't want to risk the... the bond they share for something like this... It still is the 70s, there still is the possibility that Gene might think it best for him to spend time at a psychiatric clinic... And Sam shivers at the thought of it. But now... As Sam walks, he is starting to feel guilty as hell. He didn't want Gene to believe he was in cahoots with Morgan again... but he probably just did a great job at exuding just that... Well done, Sam, well bloody done. It'll take a lot to convince Gene of the contrary now.... Sam lets out a frustrated sigh, before stopping in his tracks, becoming aware of his surroundings only now. He's arrived at his flat without even realising. Just as well... They had planned to make curry, but... well............ Sam can feel his throat constrict, and again he tells himself that he can't cry over this, he's a grown man after all. He lets himself into his flat, closing and locking the door behind him before letting himself fall into the armchair. There's a bottle of whisky on the desk, and he reaches for it without even thinking, taking a gulp. He's tired, he's angry, he feels guilty. Can it get much worse? Sam thinks not, morosely staring at the television set. For a moment, he finds himself wishing for the test card girl to appear, but then he snorts. No, he needs her as much as he needs Morgan right now. What he needs now.... is not whisky, is not any sort of nemesis or figure of his subconscious or whatever... What he needs now, is to find a way to explain things to Gene. As soon as possible. His walk to the flat has made him cool down far enough to know for sure that this is something he, Sam, needs to fix. Gene reacted the way he was bound to react, and it's entirely up to Sam to explain himself. And so, he gets back up from the chair, grabs a small packet of paper sheets and a pen, sits down by the desk, and begins to write. Writes a word. Crosses it out. Writes a sentence. Crosses that out. Stares at the wall blankly for a while. Then writes again. Ends up throwing the sheet of paper, scrunched up beyond recognition, out of the window. Several hours pass this way, until finally, Sam has one sheet of paper in front of him, neatly filled with his writing on both sides. That should do. He glances at his wristwatch - not yet midnight... Gene will probably still be up, and he will most probably be home from the pub too, if he went at all.* Right. *Sam gets up, grabs his jacket, and leaves his flat - however, as he closes the door, he wedges a tiny sheet of paper between the door and its frame. Just a precaution... And then he's off, out into the cold Mancunian night, determined to set things right between him and Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2014, 09:48 PM Post #79 |
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*Gene's gone through the whole of the emergency hipflask he keeps in the locked draw of his desk by the time he leaves that night. It's bugging him so much, that this is what they argue about. This, something that Sam could easily explain if he wanted to. It'd taken a proper push from Gene - proper pressure, for Sam to crack this much and he still doesn't have the full facts. And that says that Sam really wasn't planning on telling Gene anything. Whether that's true or not, it's how Gene feels right now. So, accompanied by a bottle, Gene makes his lonely way home. He'll have to heat up some beans or something.... He'd planned on having curry with Sam, so he's not prepared food for tonight. And along with the rumble in his belly, there's an ache in his heart. He hasn't heard from Sam for hours now.... He wonders what Sam's upto. Where he is. Whether he's okay. When he gets in, he shuts the door behind him and slumps down in his chair. Never mind about the beans, it's the whisky he's interested in for now. Maybe it'll dull the rising sense of guilt he feels. Stop him worrying about the mess he's had a large part in creating. How could he have been so.... He hopes Sam's okay.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2014, 10:00 PM Post #80 |
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*Outside of Gene's house, right in front of it a car stops. Non-descript, really, a plain old dark car. Three figures get out, the driver remaining inside, ready to start up the engine as soon as needed. Together, the three men approach the front door. They walk casually, but with purpose. They don't belong here, but they really do try to make it look like they do - and in the darkness, you'd buy it. The have arrived at the front door now. One of the men reaches out to the handle, because you never know.... and would you look at that, the door is unlocked. Slowly, silently, he opens it, beckoning for the others to follow him. They've seen the light in the living room, so presumably Hunt is still awake... Or maybe he's fallen asleep in a drunk stupor. The station is being watched by their colleagues, and so Sam's leaving the building had not gone by unnoticed, nor had the fact that Hunt had looked somewhat intoxicated when he had followed several hours later. The men move into the hallway, barely making a sound.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2014, 10:48 PM Post #81 |
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*A quarter of the bottle down and Gene starts to feel as though actually he ought to eat something, or he's going to have one hell of a headache in the morning. He swallows against the taste in his mouth and tries to stand up. And tries again. Damn, the booze has gone to his head already. Unsteady on his feet and too preoccupied to take any notice of the shadows lurking at the end of the hallway, Gene wobbles from the lounge into the kitchen, his back turned to the intruders just metres away* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 10 2014, 11:08 PM Post #82 |
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*The men stop in their tracks as Gene comes into view, tensening-- But he doesn't see them. The relief is palpable between them - a scuffle with Hunt attacking would have been inconvenient. Now, the men move fast, one of them producing a baton. Quickly and silently, two of them advance on Gene, the third staying behind a little to keep the front door - they didn't quite close it - in view. The distance between the man with the baton and Gene is growing smaller and smaller, and the man raises his arm, and brings the baton down on Gene's head before the latter can reach the kitchen counter. As the men close in on Gene, Sam turns into Gene's street, walking fast. The oe gulp of whisky he's had hasn't had much of an effect on him, but the lack of sleep is making itself known in how frighteningly light his head feels... Still, Sam is aware enough of his surroundings to notice the car standing in front of the house, the driver staring at him before starting the motor and slowly reversing out of the street. The men inside the house don't notice. He doesn't know why, but the sight of the car is making his gut clench uncomfortably. Sam slows down for a moment, before speeding up again, clutching the sheet of paper closer to his chest. Up the stairs to Gene's front door - and Sam hesitates again. The door is slightly ajar. Sam reaches out slowly, and gently starts to push at it.... And then he hears a thud from inside. It could be anything. But in that moment, Sam has the mental image of Gene crashing to the floor. Without even thinking, Sam kicks the door in and rushes inside, his fist hitting the light switch hard. If he catches them by surprise...! He'd be much more cautious normally, but this is about Gene, and if it's about Gene, Sam can't think rationally, never has been able to, not from the start.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 10 2014, 11:35 PM Post #83 |
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*The sudden bang of the door reopening and the light flicking on in the hallway startles the two men currently in the kitchen, and they both jump. Hunt was supposed to be alone, this doesn't make sense...! In the hallway, the last man's currently having the same reaction, his head snapping round in shock, eyes wide and surprised. This wasn't in the plan....! The two in the kitchen glance at each otherbefore coming to an unspoken plan of action. Ignoring the half-conscious DCI sprawled on the floor, the baton-wielding bloke raises the weapon and lunges out into the corridor to meet his mate. It's bound to be a nosey neighbour. They'll assume the house is being burgled and leg it, for sure. Either that or they'll end up with more of a headache than they'd expected and they'll be long gone before any authorities turn up. More on edge and full of adrenaline than his mate, the armed man rushes headlong towards the disturbance, baton raised and muscles tensed* Edited by Gene Hunt, Jan 10 2014, 11:39 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 10:12 AM Post #84 |
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*It's Sam's luck that the light in the hallway isn't very strong, so it doesn't blind him, and he immediately spots the man standing closest to him, staring at Sam like he's a ghost. Just as well. The sheet of paper he's been holding onto flutters to the floor as Sam draws back his arm, rage and determination welling up inside him. The man doesn't even know what hit him when the fist collides with his face, flattening his nose. He crumples to the floor, right in the line of the baton-wielding bloke who is now rushing at Sam. The latter sidesteps, ignoring the sharp pain in his hand from the punch before, and brings up his forearm to shield himself from a possible incoming blow. Sam is just as full of adrenaline as his attacker, and he's driven by the need to get to Gene... so it won't be as easy as the men hoped it would be.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 12:42 PM Post #85 |
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*The man brings the baton down hard, aware now that Sam's more than just a nosey neighbour. The weapon smacks down hard on Sam's raised arm, stopping its movement before it can hit Sam's face. Cursing inwardly, the man tries to turn his momentum to his advantage and lets himself carry on moving, his torso and shoulder barreling into Sam's body* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 12:46 PM Post #86 |
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*Again there is a burst of pain, but again Sam just pushes it away, just like he pushes his arm away from himself, attempting to unbalance the man -- but then he barrels into Sam, and they are suddenly much too close, so there's just one thing for it. As Sam's back hits the wall, all air momentarily leaves his lungs, but he ignores that as well, instead lashing out and burying his fist in the man's gut.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 12:59 PM Post #87 |
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*as the guy slams Sam against the wall, he gets a good look at his face for the first time. Shit. It's DI Tyler! Suddenly it becomes even more urgent that they take him down. He's about to shout for his mate to come help when Sam's fist lands hard in his gut. What comes out is a strangled gasp, which does the job well enough - the third man's head appears from the kitchen doorway. Quick as a flash, the man's halfway up the hallway, fists brandished and ready to join in. The first guy, still doubled over from Sam's punch, slams against Sam again with all his might, aiming to get a shoulder into Sam's solar plexus and wind him* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 01:05 PM Post #88 |
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*Sam is about to push the man away from him, as his eyes shoot up at the sound of more footsteps. Shit, there's more. And then, Sam's fatigue makes itself known as he's just a bit too slow in his motions. The man's shoulder connects, and now it's Sam who's doubling over with a grunt, unable to move for a moment as pain and something that feels like electricity ricochets through his body, leaving stars flashing in front of his eyes. Still, he has some adrenaline and a lot of will left, and so Sam somehow manages to bring up his foot, intending to kick the man away, into the way of the 3rd bloke. But he knows it's unlikely to work - the hit has left him utterly winded, most of his strength sapped away.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 05:14 PM Post #89 |
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*The second guy collapses to the floor, pushed away by Sam's kick. But there's that third man, and he's been predicting what would happen. Dodging his mate on the floor, he grabs two fistfuls of Sam's jacket and yanks hard, aiming to throw Sam onto the floor, face down* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 05:32 PM Post #90 |
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*Sam's eyes are screwed shut against the pain and the feeling of nausea, but he still swats blindly at the man who is grabbing at his jacket - but it's useless. The world shifts suddenly, and then he face-first hits the carpeted floor. And still Sam won't give up; he tries to get back up immediately, propping himself up on his elbows and scrambling to gain proper purchase on the floor under his boots. However, his movements are still severely hampered by the blow he received...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 07:46 PM Post #91 |
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*As soon as Sam's on the floor the three men scramble up and pile on top of him, grabbing for his arms and pulling them back, slamming him back into the floor. "Mick, shut the front door will you!? People can see!" One grunts, gesturing to the front door. "How'd you like that! Eh?" The guy hisses again, giving Sam's face one last push into the carpet. "Bastard. Saved us a job though, 'aven't you. Don't have to even drive by your place now, do we! Get 'im in with the other one." safe in the knowledge that his two mates are holding Sam down, he gets up and dusts himself down. Then he bends, grabbing Sam by the shoulders and yanking him forwards, his friends helping by pulling upwards on Sam's arms. A moment of huffing and puffing later, they drop Sam right next to Gene. "Right. We gotta get 'em out to the van."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 08:06 PM Post #92 |
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*Suddenly there's way too much weight on his back and Sam crashes back onto the floor, and he's not even given time to catch his breath as he feels a large hand on the back of his head, pushing his face into the carpet - and he can't even fight back, his arms caught in vice-like grips, and no matter how hard he tries to fight and twist, they just won't let go. But, what-- they'd... planned to nab him as well... This isn't just about Gene? So that means... Sam wants to say something, shout, get someone, anyone to notice what's going on, but he still can't seem to inhale properly, and so all that comes out is a wheeze and a cough, and then a choked sound of pain as he's pulled up and forward, most of his weight suddenly pulling on his arms. And then the next moment, he's dropped on hard floor - the kitchen, and there-- No longer held down, Sam scrambles to get to Gene, registering the trickle of blood down the side of his face with mounting horror.* Ge-- Gene--! *Still fighting to regain control over his breathing, Sam attempts to turn Gene on his back, having entirely forgotten about the men at that moment.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 08:57 PM Post #93 |
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*Gene registers the touch to his shoulder, feels himself being shifted. He flops onto his back with a wince and a gasp, one hand groggily raising to try and press to his aching head.... But his aim's off fairly drastically. He hasn't heard anything that's happened - all he's aware of is the stabbing pain in his head, fogging his mind. One of the men sees what Sam's doing, and reaches down again to grab him. He wrenches Sam back and off of Gene, practically throwing him back to the ground again. "Don't you try anything!" He's cut off from saying any more as the first guy Sam encountered pushes him out of the way and delivers a swift kick to Sam's ribs. "THAT'S for my nose!" If Sam looks up, he'll see the stream of blood flowing from the guy's nose. From the other side of the room, the last one shouts, "Get 'em out the back - We don't have much time!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 09:16 PM Post #94 |
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*Sam is about to press his own hand to the cut on Gene's head, when he's pulled back brutally and his head hits the tiles, and for a moment Sam sees nothing but stars flashing in front of his eyes. And then, almost immediately after, the kick hits home and Sam curls up with a strangled cry as pain laces through his chest. Christ...! Cracking an eye open, he glances up, seeing red dripping off the bloke's face. He can't really make out any details through his fogging-up vision, and any satisfaction he might have felt over at least having gotten that one, is very quickly rubbed out by his increasing need to take a proper breath, and by the fact that he still doesn't know how badly injured Gene is. However, Sam can't move, at least not fast enough to prevent the two fairly uninjured men from picking up Gene now, each of them holding him up by one arm, pulling him out of the kitchen and to the back door, where the van is now parked and the driver is already waiting for his accomplicaes impatiently. Sam tries, he tries hard, getting his elbow beneath him and levering himself up a little, but he's still winded, and his chest is starting to burn from the lack of air...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 09:39 PM Post #95 |
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*As Gene disappears through the back door, the last man notices Sam beginning to push himself up. He stops that with a firmly placed foot on Sam's back, shoving him back down. "Oh no you don't." He pulls a set of police cuffs from his pocket and flicks them open, then yanks each of Sam's hands back in turn and fasten them roughly at the small of his back. A moment later the other two come back in, one dusting off his hands and the flexing his shoulders. They barely hesitate before each grabbing Sam under a shoulder and hauling him upwards until he's almost on his feet. "You make one wrong move, we'll finish you and yer mate off right here and now. Y'understand?" Without waiting for an answer, they drag Sam forwards, through the door and across the pavement. Barely a second later, Sam'll find himself sailing through the van's open doors and landing in a heap next to/partly on top of Gene* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 09:51 PM Post #96 |
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*And once more, Sam makes rough contact with the kitchen floor, and before he can gather his thoughts his arms are yanked up and behind his back, and then the sound of police cuffs clicking into place, along with the sensation of cold metal biting into his wrists, confirms his worst suspicions. This is Morgan's doing, no question. And then they already yank him up, and the growled threat finally puts an end to his resistance, for now at least. He highly doubts Morgan allow his minions to kill them right then and there, but he doesn't want Gene injured any worse than he already is - at least, not unless he can help it... Sam wants to ask questions, try to get more information out of them, but his lungs still aren't getting enough air, and so he merely coughs and lets himself be dragged along, outside, and then the world spins, flies madly-- And Sam lands inside the van, half hitting the floor, half something warm and soft - Gene! As the door bangs shut and the men bundle into the front of the car, Sam scrambles off Gene as best as he can, but with his movements now hampered by the cuffs, that proves to be difficult; that is, until the van lurches forward and drives off, taking the corner. Sam rolls off Gene, landing on his back and thus his arms, hissing with the pain.* Jesus....! *** *In the front of the van, the man they'd called Mick is nursing his bleeding nose, while the others are half-angrily, half-excitedly telling the driver what happened and discussing the plan further.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 10:20 PM Post #97 |
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*The loud bang of the van doors shutting reverberates around Gene's skull and he can't help a low groan escaping. He's aware that there are thoughts there, floating somewhere just out of reach, but he just can't....! As the van roars to life and speeds ahead, that little hiss does catch his attention though, cutting through the uncomfortable fog in his mind. That sounded like.... Sam.....? He grimaces, screwing his eyes shut against the blood trickling down his temple and tries once again to move, raising one hand and pressing it to his forehead* S-Sam...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 10:25 PM Post #98 |
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*With some difficulty, Sam half-rolls onto his side, trying to take the pressure off his arms - and thank God, that was Gene, he spoke...!* Yeah, it's-- it's me... you alright? *Of course Gene isn't entirely alright, Sam knows that... but him being conscious already sends surges of relief through Sam, despite his own situation. Even while waiting for Gene's answer, Sam attempts to sit up - and gives up, as the muscles in his abdomen protest sharply, sinking back on his side. This time though, he manages to suppress any sound of pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 11 2014, 10:46 PM Post #99 |
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*Oh thank god...* *He moans, sounding fed up, pained and confused* No I'm... bloody not....! ...Are you? *tries to blink his eyes open, craning his neck to try and work out where Sam is. Everything's dark... Why's it dark..? And why is the floor vibrating? * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 11 2014, 10:51 PM Post #100 |
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*Shit... Sam can tell this is partly Gene's pouty inner child speaking, but at that moment it just makes the guilt spike up again.* They hit your 'ead, but far as I could tell they didn't get you anywhere else... *It's too dark in here, Sam can't see a thing.... But maybe if he keeps talking, Gene will find him... And they aren't too far apart anyway, so... if he could just... Sam moves slightly, carefully extending his leg, until... yes, he thinks it's Gene's... whatever part of his body.* I'm over 'ere... Listen, d'you 'ave a lighter on you? *As he talks, Sam realises that his voice sounds raspy - which must be because of how sore his chest still feels... He can breathe again fairly unrestricted now, but it still hurts if he inhales too deeply, so he keeps his breathing a bit shallower than he usually would.* |
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