Seems I've forgotten to post on my own LJ the two last parts of my current Pros story in the same time I published them to teaandswissroll
; So, here they are:
And then, he was there, just in front of him: a dark figure against the light, blurrily framed by the darker background of the copse. A moment before there was nothing to see but the barely quivering branches of the fir trees and a lonely rock in the foreground. The sudden clink of a stone behind him had distracted Cowley for a split second. Repressing a move of anger, he spoke gently: “Bodie? Why are you hiding?”
He still couldn't see him distinctly but he had a feeling the man was sneering. He got no answer. The silence stretched. Then a sardonic bark:
“Sure, I have no reason for hiding: I'm just being hounded by all the special forces in the country.”
“Much exaggerated: it's only MI6, a team of three men who are under strict orders not to fire.”
Cowley saw his opponent stiffen. “You're well informed.”
“Not quite, not until I questioned the poor fellow you threw overboard into the silt, minus his weapons; a very upset fellow by the way, and nicely talkative.
“And of course you'd heard nothing from Angus.”
“Not much, and too late.”
“I don't believe you.”
“Come on, Bodie...”
The young man stepped forward out of the shadow. He was indeed sneering.
“What's the fairy tale of the day? “I give you my word: Be faithful to me and I won't let you down, whatever happens,” remember?
Cowley froze; those very words had haunted him since Angus called in the morning. “I remember; I never lied to you, Bodie. Trust me.”
“I don't trust you any more.”( Read more...Collapse )
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