Tuesday, 30 August 2011
03:55:08 PM (GMT)
Rachel nodded, apparantly unable to see any faults in his answer. The boy was
surprised that no questions had been asked about his friend. The one with the boat,
but he didn't complain.
"Did ye see which direction the shots came from?"
"Surely yer forensics can figure tha' much?"
"Aye, but s'always fun seein' ef stories match."
"Then no, I di'n't. Bullets're fairly tricky ter spot when they're movin'." Thomas
retorted, folding his arms uncomfortably, and making sure his jacket still hung
loosely over the place his gun was hidden.
Rachel glared at him, obviously disliking his answer.
"Well. Ye clearly 'ent very disturbed by t' fact ye jus' witnessed two men bein'
shot. Why not? Anyone else'd be a nervous wreck."
Thomas paused for a moment, considering his answer, until he just shrugged,
"I'm a big one fer war films. Me parents're dead. Jus' doesn' phase me, I guess."
At this, Robert's eyes lit up and he met his daughter's, although she knew what her
next question would be. Thomas did, too. That was why he said it.
"How did yer parents die?"
Thomas looked away. This was the sort of thing he should be upset about, after all.
"Murdered. Don' know by who." Well, he did, but it wasn't the kind of thing he
"When was thes?"
"When I was t'irteen"
"So ye got put in care?"
"Aye. Got out soon as I could." That, at least, was true. He'd detested it, and ran
away multiple times, until one day he used all his savings to fly into England.
"Where'd ye live now?"
"London." He answered vaguely. She was firing questions quickly, and if he answered
at a matched speed, he might just get out on schedule. Or early, if he was lucky.
Rachel and Robert exchanged a look, and Robert wandered off, going to have a look at
Thomas watched him leave, before Rachel snapped her fingers in front of his face,
getting his attention again.
"I'm not finished." Maybe not early, then...
"D'ye have any livin' family? Guardians?"
Thomas shook his head, "I'm an on'y child. People claimed ter be my guardian, but
they didn' do anythin'. Let me run away. They didn' really care."
Rachel nodded, her frown softening a little. She reached up and brushed a stray
strand of carrot-coloured hair back into place. "I'll be needin' a contact number
Thomas raised an eyebrow, smirking a little, "Ye want me number?"
"Did I mention I'm a black belt in taekwondo, tai chi, an' an expert in other
things?" She asked.
Thomas nodded, "An' that's gonna make me wanna give ye me number?"
Rachel gave him a look. The kind that made him take her notebook and scribble his
number in the back page, although, just to liven things up a little, he wrote his
number, then 'Thomas. Call me ' underneath.
He looked at his watch again, "Sorry, I'm 'fraid I 'ave ter be goin'..."
"Very well. I'll be in contact."
Thomas chuckled quietly before shoving his hands into his pockets and throwing a wink
over his shoulder, "I'll be waitin'."
(Still not finished~~
But that's their introduction sorted :P Now we'll get onto the fun stuff xD)