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fredbassettTitle : Within These Walls, Chapter 26 of 30
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Danny, Lyle, Nick, Connor, Abby, Jenny
Disclaimer : Not mine (except the OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Word Count : 59,000 words in 30 chapters of approx. 1,500 – 2,500 words each
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ending up in Dartmoor prison for refusing to recant their belief in evolution is only the start of the problems facing Nick, Stephen and Connor. And Sir James Lester soon ends up with other problems on his hands than just an over-crowded prison population.
A/N : For acknowledgments etc please see Part 1.
“Do we get guns?” Danny demanded, as the soldiers were kitting themselves up in the armoury, grabbing extra weapons and shoving ammunition pouches into the pockets of their equipment vests.
Lieutenant Lyle gave him an appraising stare and then nodded to a rack of weapons. “Take your pick.”
Danny helped himself to a semi-automatic pistol and a short-barrelled sub-machine gun that looked like a Heckler & Koch MP5, a gun he was familiar with from his police training, and several 30 round magazines for it, plus several for the SIG pistol.
Cutter shook his head and shoved his hands into the pockets of the black jacket one of the soldiers had handed to him. Connor looked slightly miffed that no one had offered him a gun, but Danny didn’t fancy the chances of the lad doing anything other than blowing his own foot off, so he certainly wasn’t going to press the point with the hard-eyed lieutenant.
At a nod from Lyle, they moved off at a trot towards the main gate, followed by four soldiers plucked from the middle of the chaos in the prison to ride shotgun.
Danny had lain in his bunk more lonely nights than he cared to remember fantasising about the day he could finally walk out of the prison gates, under the monumental stone arch that led to the outer yard, and back to freedom. The archway was inscribed with the words Parcere Subjectis, roughly translated as ‘spare the vanquished’. Not that there’d been a lot of sparing going on during his time inside.
A shiver ran down Danny’s spine as he passed under the arch. This certainly wasn’t how he’d imagined this moment would be like; not with a pistol strapped to his thigh, carrying a machine pistol and on a promise not to do a bunk. He really did need his head examining. Danny caught Cutter’s eyes and got a rueful grin in return. He clearly wasn’t the only one thinking along those lines.
Lyle took point and set off down the road into Princetown at a run. Danny could already hear screams, so it didn’t look like they’d have far to go. The anomaly was on a slight bend in the road, glittering in the light drizzle that had started to fall, turning lazily in the air, looking like a massive, fractured diamond. They skirted around it, and Danny could feel the magnetic pull it was exerting over every piece of metal he was carrying. He clamped the MP5 to his chest and ran on. At his side, Connor slowed down, his mouth agape in wonder. Danny could see that he wanted to linger, to study the impossible, trying to wrap his clever mind around the thought that creatures from the past could simply walk into the present through one of these beautiful but terrifying rips in time.
Danny gave Connor a gentle push. “Come on, genius. You can stand and stare later.”
Connor shot him a quick smile. “It’s bloody amazing.”
The thought of the gateway to the past had eclipsed everything else in Connor’s agile mind, even the enormity that they were now outside the walls that had become central to their existence. With a regretful look behind him, Connor ran on, panting from the unaccustomed exertion.
Lyle ordered two of the soldiers to stay behind with the anomaly and shoot anything that tried to come through. Cutter’s frown was water off a duck’s back so far as Lyle was concerned.
“We don’t want trouble behind us as well as in front,” Lyle retorted.
His reasoning was sound, even though Cutter clearly didn’t like it.
“Definitely herbivore,” Connor commented, diffusing the tension by pointing at the half uprooted conifer that their visitor has snacked on in its progression down the road and towards the town.
“Doesn’t stop it being dangerous,” Lyle commented. “Read somewhere that about 40 people a year are killed by cows, and they eat grass.”
Danny envied the man’s ability to run and talk at the same time, sounding like he was doing nothing more than strolling down the road. Danny had done his best to keep his fitness up in prison, but there was no way he could match the soldiers at this pace. Connor and Cutter were already looking rather red in the face.
The trail of wreckage on the road told them they were getting nearer to their goal. Something had taken out large chunks of the stone wall on their left, and a car was crumpled up in the middle of the road, its driver crouched down by the side of the road, shaking like a leaf. The soldiers barely spared him a glance as they ran on. The man was alive. Help would have to come later, for now they had other priorities.
Danny skirted around the scattered remains of a section of wall and almost ended up tripping over Lyle as the lieutenant came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road.
“He’s a big bugger,” Lyle remarked as the rest their small group rounded the last corner at a run, arriving in time to see the thing that Connor had referred to as a diplodocus send a parked car crashing into the front window of a row of cream-fronted stone cottages with one flick of its long, powerful tail.
Neither the pictures in the books he’d enjoyed as a kid – before possession of them had become a criminal offence – nor their brief encounter with the creature up on the moor had done anything to prepare Danny for the reality of seeing something as huge as this in the flesh. It was as tall as a double-decker bus and easily longer than three of them put together. It towered over the cottages, making them look like something from a miniature village. The three storey flats opposite were more in keeping with its scale.
Danny could see frightened faces pressed up against windows, watching as the great beast lumbered slowly down the road, its small head carried in an almost straight line from the tip of a tail that was clearly being used as a counter-weight. Some way ahead, Danny saw a flash of bleached blonde hair and realised that they’d found Abby Maitland, the girl from the zoo. With her was a dark-haired woman that Danny recognised from the prison: Lester’s head of PR, Jenny Lewis.
Abby grabbed hold of the other woman’s hand and started to run towards them, keeping close to the front wall of the cottages. The dinosaur paid them no attention at all. The zoo keeper took one look at him and the armed soldiers and her eyes narrowed.
“You’d better not use any of that lot,” she said, sweeping a hand at their weaponry. She was clearly a woman after Cutter’s heart when it came to the creatures.
“Have you got any better suggestions?” Lyle demanded. “From the look of it, it’s capable of flattening most of this town and barely noticing.”
The sound of the dinosaur’s tail hitting the front of a house reinforced the soldier’s statement.
“You can’t shoot it, man!” Cutter said in outrage.
Lyle sighed heavily. “You’re probably right about that. We’d need a sodding rocket launcher to stand a chance of taking it down, and they aren’t standard issue in UK prisons – yet. OK, work with me on this, Prof. I need a plan and I need it now. You’re the bloody dinosaur expert, so give me some ideas.”
“We need to turn it around,” Cutter said, watching the creature lumber along the road with something approaching awe on his face.
“How can we turn a diplodocus around?” Connor said, his agile brain clearly already starting to wrestle with the problem.
“I thought you said it was an apatasomething?” the dark-haired woman said to Abby.
Abby rolled her eyes. “Not exactly my specialist subject, Jenny. Why, are you already planning the press statement?”
“I doubt that detail will make it into print,” Jenny said. “Lyle, what can we do about the people? If it gets much further down this road it’ll be coming close to the school.”
The look on Lyle’s face said the soldier was already well aware of that fact.
“Fire,” Cutter said. “Most animals will do anything to avoid fire.”
Lyle grinned. “You’re starting to earn your keep, Prof, I like it.”
* * * * *
“Get everyone in those cottages into the back rooms,” Lyle ordered. “This is going to break a few windows when it goes up.”
Working as fast as they could, using cars where keys had been left behind in their ignitions or in a few other cases, making use of skills Danny had picked up in his teenage years and then honed where necessary in his time in the police, they created a hastily erected barricade of cars across the road, directly in the path of the diplodocus/apatasomething/whatever the fuck it was.
A long scarf donated by Jenny Lewis was dangling from the fuel tank of one of the cars and Lyle was standing directly in the path of the advancing dinosaur, a cigarette lighter in his hand, ready to set fire to the scarf as soon as he received the signal from Cutter and Abby that they’d evacuated as many people as possible.
“I’d fuck off, if I were you, Quinn,” Lyle advised, standing his ground without flinching, even though Danny could swear he could feel the ground shivering as the dinosaur advanced on them.
Legs the size of tree trunks held up its almost unimaginable bulk, bending slightly at the knee with every step. The small head was looking towards them and Danny could see a line of what looked like spines running down the long neck, up and over the massive shoulders, along its broad back and down to the thin, whip-like point of its tail, lashing to and fro like that of an angry cat.
“Mam always said I was too stubborn for me own good,” Danny said.
The small head lowered and took a bite out of a bush in someone’s garden. The bush promptly came up by the roots.
“My theory, which belongs to me, is mine…” Lyle muttered.
Danny grinned, despite the creature that was getting nearer by the second. “All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much, much thicker in the middle, and then thin again at the far end…”
“We’ll do the rest of the parrot sketch later,” the lieutenant said with a grin. “Prof, now would be a bloody good time to tell me that I can light the blue touch paper!”
“Aye, go for it, lad!” Cutter yelled.
Lyle put the small flame from the lighter to the petrol soaked scarf. They waited for a moment to be sure that the material had held the flame, and then they ran up the road, putting as much distance between themselves and the car as they could, and dived over a wall into a garden, their arms over their heads. Danny had time to count to ten in his head before a deep boom told him that the flame had reached the petrol tank. Debris rained down around them as the explosion blew the glass out of the car windscreen and shattered the windows in the houses closest to the explosion. The other cars around the epicentre of the fire started to burn as well and it wouldn’t be long before they blew up as well.
“Nice one, squirrel,” Danny said appreciatively. “Takes me back to being at school.”
“I thought you were a copper?”
“Set a thief to catch a thief. Used to enjoy nickin’ cars on a Saturday night. Never got caught, either. The second one will blow any time now…. Stay down!” Danny yelled.
A second explosion and then a third sent columns of greasy black smoke billowing upwards in the damp air. The three cars formed a blazing barrier across the road, providing fire, smoke and the deeply unpleasant smell of an engine fire. Danny watched as the diplo-apatathing came to a halt, its head weaving from side to side as the smoke reached its nostrils.
“Connor, is it true that they’ve got a brain the size of a pea located in their arses?” Danny asked, speaking into the radio mic.
“Got absolutely no idea, mate,” Connor replied cheerily. “But I think we’re about to find out.”
The dinosaur lowered its head and took another step forward.
Cloying black smoke wreathed around its head. Danny realised he was holding his breath and not just because of the combined stink of burning petrol, diesel and rubber. If this didn’t stop the creature in its tracks, Danny had no idea what would, and it looked very much like Cutter and Connor were fresh out of ideas as well.
Then the small head turned away and, like an oil tanker starting to manoeuvre, slowly, very slowly, the dinosaur began to change direction, flattening the low wall beside a wide strip of grass in front of the flats, stomping on the wet earth as it moved towards fresher air.
“Keep on going, you great big bugger,” Danny said encouragingly. “You don’t want to stay here. Trust your uncle Danny. You want to go back home, don’t you?”
“Let’s fucking hope he does,” Lyle said. “We certainly don’t want him to end up liking it here. Let’s go hotwire another car, Quinn, he might need some more encouragement to keep going in the right direction.”
“Helluva fucking insurance bill we’re racking up.”
Lyle’s grin was wolfish in the light of the flames. “The guv’nor’s declared martial law, mate. That gives us carte blanche to blow up as much as we like.”
Danny nudged Lyle and pointed to a black BMW parked in front of the flats. “Always fancied torching a Beamer.”
Lyle waved one hand expansively. “Be my guest, Quinn.”
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Danny, Lyle, Nick, Connor, Abby, Jenny
Disclaimer : Not mine (except the OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Word Count : 59,000 words in 30 chapters of approx. 1,500 – 2,500 words each
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ending up in Dartmoor prison for refusing to recant their belief in evolution is only the start of the problems facing Nick, Stephen and Connor. And Sir James Lester soon ends up with other problems on his hands than just an over-crowded prison population.
A/N : For acknowledgments etc please see Part 1.
“Do we get guns?” Danny demanded, as the soldiers were kitting themselves up in the armoury, grabbing extra weapons and shoving ammunition pouches into the pockets of their equipment vests.
Lieutenant Lyle gave him an appraising stare and then nodded to a rack of weapons. “Take your pick.”
Danny helped himself to a semi-automatic pistol and a short-barrelled sub-machine gun that looked like a Heckler & Koch MP5, a gun he was familiar with from his police training, and several 30 round magazines for it, plus several for the SIG pistol.
Cutter shook his head and shoved his hands into the pockets of the black jacket one of the soldiers had handed to him. Connor looked slightly miffed that no one had offered him a gun, but Danny didn’t fancy the chances of the lad doing anything other than blowing his own foot off, so he certainly wasn’t going to press the point with the hard-eyed lieutenant.
At a nod from Lyle, they moved off at a trot towards the main gate, followed by four soldiers plucked from the middle of the chaos in the prison to ride shotgun.
Danny had lain in his bunk more lonely nights than he cared to remember fantasising about the day he could finally walk out of the prison gates, under the monumental stone arch that led to the outer yard, and back to freedom. The archway was inscribed with the words Parcere Subjectis, roughly translated as ‘spare the vanquished’. Not that there’d been a lot of sparing going on during his time inside.
A shiver ran down Danny’s spine as he passed under the arch. This certainly wasn’t how he’d imagined this moment would be like; not with a pistol strapped to his thigh, carrying a machine pistol and on a promise not to do a bunk. He really did need his head examining. Danny caught Cutter’s eyes and got a rueful grin in return. He clearly wasn’t the only one thinking along those lines.
Lyle took point and set off down the road into Princetown at a run. Danny could already hear screams, so it didn’t look like they’d have far to go. The anomaly was on a slight bend in the road, glittering in the light drizzle that had started to fall, turning lazily in the air, looking like a massive, fractured diamond. They skirted around it, and Danny could feel the magnetic pull it was exerting over every piece of metal he was carrying. He clamped the MP5 to his chest and ran on. At his side, Connor slowed down, his mouth agape in wonder. Danny could see that he wanted to linger, to study the impossible, trying to wrap his clever mind around the thought that creatures from the past could simply walk into the present through one of these beautiful but terrifying rips in time.
Danny gave Connor a gentle push. “Come on, genius. You can stand and stare later.”
Connor shot him a quick smile. “It’s bloody amazing.”
The thought of the gateway to the past had eclipsed everything else in Connor’s agile mind, even the enormity that they were now outside the walls that had become central to their existence. With a regretful look behind him, Connor ran on, panting from the unaccustomed exertion.
Lyle ordered two of the soldiers to stay behind with the anomaly and shoot anything that tried to come through. Cutter’s frown was water off a duck’s back so far as Lyle was concerned.
“We don’t want trouble behind us as well as in front,” Lyle retorted.
His reasoning was sound, even though Cutter clearly didn’t like it.
“Definitely herbivore,” Connor commented, diffusing the tension by pointing at the half uprooted conifer that their visitor has snacked on in its progression down the road and towards the town.
“Doesn’t stop it being dangerous,” Lyle commented. “Read somewhere that about 40 people a year are killed by cows, and they eat grass.”
Danny envied the man’s ability to run and talk at the same time, sounding like he was doing nothing more than strolling down the road. Danny had done his best to keep his fitness up in prison, but there was no way he could match the soldiers at this pace. Connor and Cutter were already looking rather red in the face.
The trail of wreckage on the road told them they were getting nearer to their goal. Something had taken out large chunks of the stone wall on their left, and a car was crumpled up in the middle of the road, its driver crouched down by the side of the road, shaking like a leaf. The soldiers barely spared him a glance as they ran on. The man was alive. Help would have to come later, for now they had other priorities.
Danny skirted around the scattered remains of a section of wall and almost ended up tripping over Lyle as the lieutenant came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road.
“He’s a big bugger,” Lyle remarked as the rest their small group rounded the last corner at a run, arriving in time to see the thing that Connor had referred to as a diplodocus send a parked car crashing into the front window of a row of cream-fronted stone cottages with one flick of its long, powerful tail.
Neither the pictures in the books he’d enjoyed as a kid – before possession of them had become a criminal offence – nor their brief encounter with the creature up on the moor had done anything to prepare Danny for the reality of seeing something as huge as this in the flesh. It was as tall as a double-decker bus and easily longer than three of them put together. It towered over the cottages, making them look like something from a miniature village. The three storey flats opposite were more in keeping with its scale.
Danny could see frightened faces pressed up against windows, watching as the great beast lumbered slowly down the road, its small head carried in an almost straight line from the tip of a tail that was clearly being used as a counter-weight. Some way ahead, Danny saw a flash of bleached blonde hair and realised that they’d found Abby Maitland, the girl from the zoo. With her was a dark-haired woman that Danny recognised from the prison: Lester’s head of PR, Jenny Lewis.
Abby grabbed hold of the other woman’s hand and started to run towards them, keeping close to the front wall of the cottages. The dinosaur paid them no attention at all. The zoo keeper took one look at him and the armed soldiers and her eyes narrowed.
“You’d better not use any of that lot,” she said, sweeping a hand at their weaponry. She was clearly a woman after Cutter’s heart when it came to the creatures.
“Have you got any better suggestions?” Lyle demanded. “From the look of it, it’s capable of flattening most of this town and barely noticing.”
The sound of the dinosaur’s tail hitting the front of a house reinforced the soldier’s statement.
“You can’t shoot it, man!” Cutter said in outrage.
Lyle sighed heavily. “You’re probably right about that. We’d need a sodding rocket launcher to stand a chance of taking it down, and they aren’t standard issue in UK prisons – yet. OK, work with me on this, Prof. I need a plan and I need it now. You’re the bloody dinosaur expert, so give me some ideas.”
“We need to turn it around,” Cutter said, watching the creature lumber along the road with something approaching awe on his face.
“How can we turn a diplodocus around?” Connor said, his agile brain clearly already starting to wrestle with the problem.
“I thought you said it was an apatasomething?” the dark-haired woman said to Abby.
Abby rolled her eyes. “Not exactly my specialist subject, Jenny. Why, are you already planning the press statement?”
“I doubt that detail will make it into print,” Jenny said. “Lyle, what can we do about the people? If it gets much further down this road it’ll be coming close to the school.”
The look on Lyle’s face said the soldier was already well aware of that fact.
“Fire,” Cutter said. “Most animals will do anything to avoid fire.”
Lyle grinned. “You’re starting to earn your keep, Prof, I like it.”
* * * * *
“Get everyone in those cottages into the back rooms,” Lyle ordered. “This is going to break a few windows when it goes up.”
Working as fast as they could, using cars where keys had been left behind in their ignitions or in a few other cases, making use of skills Danny had picked up in his teenage years and then honed where necessary in his time in the police, they created a hastily erected barricade of cars across the road, directly in the path of the diplodocus/apatasomething/whatever the fuck it was.
A long scarf donated by Jenny Lewis was dangling from the fuel tank of one of the cars and Lyle was standing directly in the path of the advancing dinosaur, a cigarette lighter in his hand, ready to set fire to the scarf as soon as he received the signal from Cutter and Abby that they’d evacuated as many people as possible.
“I’d fuck off, if I were you, Quinn,” Lyle advised, standing his ground without flinching, even though Danny could swear he could feel the ground shivering as the dinosaur advanced on them.
Legs the size of tree trunks held up its almost unimaginable bulk, bending slightly at the knee with every step. The small head was looking towards them and Danny could see a line of what looked like spines running down the long neck, up and over the massive shoulders, along its broad back and down to the thin, whip-like point of its tail, lashing to and fro like that of an angry cat.
“Mam always said I was too stubborn for me own good,” Danny said.
The small head lowered and took a bite out of a bush in someone’s garden. The bush promptly came up by the roots.
“My theory, which belongs to me, is mine…” Lyle muttered.
Danny grinned, despite the creature that was getting nearer by the second. “All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much, much thicker in the middle, and then thin again at the far end…”
“We’ll do the rest of the parrot sketch later,” the lieutenant said with a grin. “Prof, now would be a bloody good time to tell me that I can light the blue touch paper!”
“Aye, go for it, lad!” Cutter yelled.
Lyle put the small flame from the lighter to the petrol soaked scarf. They waited for a moment to be sure that the material had held the flame, and then they ran up the road, putting as much distance between themselves and the car as they could, and dived over a wall into a garden, their arms over their heads. Danny had time to count to ten in his head before a deep boom told him that the flame had reached the petrol tank. Debris rained down around them as the explosion blew the glass out of the car windscreen and shattered the windows in the houses closest to the explosion. The other cars around the epicentre of the fire started to burn as well and it wouldn’t be long before they blew up as well.
“Nice one, squirrel,” Danny said appreciatively. “Takes me back to being at school.”
“I thought you were a copper?”
“Set a thief to catch a thief. Used to enjoy nickin’ cars on a Saturday night. Never got caught, either. The second one will blow any time now…. Stay down!” Danny yelled.
A second explosion and then a third sent columns of greasy black smoke billowing upwards in the damp air. The three cars formed a blazing barrier across the road, providing fire, smoke and the deeply unpleasant smell of an engine fire. Danny watched as the diplo-apatathing came to a halt, its head weaving from side to side as the smoke reached its nostrils.
“Connor, is it true that they’ve got a brain the size of a pea located in their arses?” Danny asked, speaking into the radio mic.
“Got absolutely no idea, mate,” Connor replied cheerily. “But I think we’re about to find out.”
The dinosaur lowered its head and took another step forward.
Cloying black smoke wreathed around its head. Danny realised he was holding his breath and not just because of the combined stink of burning petrol, diesel and rubber. If this didn’t stop the creature in its tracks, Danny had no idea what would, and it looked very much like Cutter and Connor were fresh out of ideas as well.
Then the small head turned away and, like an oil tanker starting to manoeuvre, slowly, very slowly, the dinosaur began to change direction, flattening the low wall beside a wide strip of grass in front of the flats, stomping on the wet earth as it moved towards fresher air.
“Keep on going, you great big bugger,” Danny said encouragingly. “You don’t want to stay here. Trust your uncle Danny. You want to go back home, don’t you?”
“Let’s fucking hope he does,” Lyle said. “We certainly don’t want him to end up liking it here. Let’s go hotwire another car, Quinn, he might need some more encouragement to keep going in the right direction.”
“Helluva fucking insurance bill we’re racking up.”
Lyle’s grin was wolfish in the light of the flames. “The guv’nor’s declared martial law, mate. That gives us carte blanche to blow up as much as we like.”
Danny nudged Lyle and pointed to a black BMW parked in front of the flats. “Always fancied torching a Beamer.”
Lyle waved one hand expansively. “Be my guest, Quinn.”
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Date: 2014-05-29 08:02 am (UTC)And the uncertainty of the dinosaur identification, teehee! diplodocus/apatasomething/whatever the fuck it was... I can see that if evolution is off the syllabus, Ladybird have probably pulled their dinosaur and fossil books from the bookshops too (this has just struck me - no Ladybird fossil books! - okay, the situation is worse than I thought!)
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Date: 2014-05-29 01:07 pm (UTC)Connor forgetting for a moment his current situation and his joy shining through.
Cutter able to, once again, throw his weight around. *g*
This was just too, too much fun. Thank you.
**huggles the hound and pats her**
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Date: 2014-05-29 07:33 pm (UTC)*purrs*
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Date: 2014-05-31 01:36 am (UTC)Sums up Cutter's character in one sentence, and Connor's un-physicality in another. :)
carrying a machine pistol and on a promise not to do a bunk. He really did need his head examining.
I can see how Danny would look at it that way!
he wanted to linger, to study the impossible, trying to wrap his clever mind around the thought that creatures from the past could simply walk into the present through one of these beautiful but terrifying rips in time
Yes! Connor's forte has always been the mind.
“Doesn't stop it being dangerous,” Lyle commented. “Read somewhere that about 40 people a year are killed by cows, and they eat grass.”
Danny envied the man’s ability to run and talk at the same time, sounding like he was doing nothing more than strolling down the road.
Ah, the joys of physical fitness! And Lyle's ability to find the pithiest comment...
Lyle sighed heavily. “You’re probably right about that. We’d need a sodding rocket launcher to stand a chance of taking it down, and they aren't standard issue in UK prisons – yet.
*snorfle* Give Leek a chance, he'll order some.
they created a hastily erected barricade of cars across the road, directly in the path of the diplodocus/apatasomething/whatever the fuck it was.
LOL for Danny using his "experience" and for not being able to accurately name the WTFIW.
Legs the size of tree trunks held up its almost unimaginable bulk, . . . thin, whip-like point of its tail, lashing to and fro like that of an angry cat.
Beautifully descriptive paragraph.
“All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much, much thicker in the middle, and then thin again at the far end…”
Heeeee!
“Connor, is it true that they've got a brain the size of a pea located in their arses?” Danny asked, speaking into the radio mic.
“Got absolutely no idea, mate,” Connor replied cheerily. “But I think we’re about to find out.”
Perfect humour to stop the tension from being overloading.
“We certainly don’t want him to end up liking it here. Let’s go hotwire another car, Quinn, he might need some more encouragement to keep going in the right direction.” . . . Danny nudged Lyle and pointed to a black BMW parked in front of the flats. “Always fancied torching a Beamer.”
Ouch! *simultaneously winces and chuckles*
Lovely section; tense without being overbearing, humorous without being slapstick. Perfect setup for the next part.
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Date: 2014-06-01 02:03 pm (UTC)Connor looked slightly miffed that no one had offered him a gun, but Danny didn’t fancy the chances of the lad doing anything other than blowing his own foot off, so he certainly wasn’t going to press the point with the hard-eyed lieutenant.
Hee!
Love it.
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Date: 2014-06-01 02:20 pm (UTC)Thank you for the fab comment! You always manage to pick up on my favourite bits.
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Date: 2014-06-21 10:33 pm (UTC)What a fabby chapter - you really make the scene come alive from all viewpoints.
But Danny really shines. I like his observations on passing the gate - getting what he wished for but not in the manner he wishes. And, yes, torch the Beamer.
And Connor, you're still my favourite but this isn't a game and no sane person is going to give you a gun.
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