Wednesday, 31 August 2011
11:33:34 AM (GMT)
(Okay, I'm gonna write this from Thomas's point of view now, because he's my
character, and it's easier :P)
I pick up my phone for the billionth time this afternoon, waiting for the inevitable
text from her. Rachel. Except it wasn't Rachel, her name was Skye. It was just a
name she used for investigations, Rachel Moore. She wasn't even Richard's daughter.
Skye: There was another murder last night.
I chew on my lip. Last night had been a slip up. The girl had more fight in her than
I'd expected. Completely threw my timing (Late by 43 seconds) and the little bitch
Me: Really? Who was it? Didja catch him?
The reply came back almost immediately;
Skye: Some girl who was at the party I was at last night. Marie Gowers. And no,
we didn't. Got an eyewitness report though, and some DNA samples. There was a lot
of blood, but not all of it was hers.
Me: What if he's not on the grid? DNA'll be useless then.
Skye: We're hoping he will be on the grid. Everyone goes to the doctors sometime.
Me: I dunno, this guy seems pretty self sufficient.
Skye: I don't care! He killed Marie, she was one of my friends! Mark my words,
Tommy, I will catch this bastard. Won't leave London until I do.
Me: Don't call me Tommy.
Skye: I'll call you what I like, you arrogant git.
Me: Arrogant git? Moved on from twat, have we?
Skye: Aye. Anyway, I've gotta go get changed. Another party... Second time in a
dress in two bloody days!
Me: Another one? Where abouts?
Skye: On a boat on the Thames. Richard's mate's 18th.
Me: A boat? Should be interesting : ) Wait a sec, someone's trying to call
I pick up the other phone, the one with wires and voice alterations on it. I let it
buzz a few times in my hand, counting to exactly 9 seconds before answering.
"'Ello?" I smirk as I listen to my voice through the machine. There's a scrambler
inside the phone microphone so I can't be recognised by my voice. It's funny, I keep
fiddling with the settings, and at the moment it's gravelly and low, sounding like a
cross between Batman and the bloke on the phone in horror movies telling a screaming
girl she has 3 days to live.
"The cruise-liner, Elizabeth. There's a party booked for tonight. A man called
"Yes. The millionaire. His son owes us money."
"Us? As in me too, or jus' you?"
"Just me. I'll arrange it so he'll be on the starboard side of the boat at nine
thirty exactly. Kill him, and leave."
The person on the other end of the phone hung up, leaving me listening to a dead
So there's a man going to the same party Skye was going to who I have to kill.
Bloody brilliant. This should be interesting. I pick up the other phone again,
skimming over the message quickly.
Skye: I hope so! Should be fun : )
Heh. Definately fun.
Me: Well, enjoy yourself! The ship's the Elizabeth, isn't it?
Skye: Aye. How'd you know that?
Me: Only one on the Thames that's availiable for parties.
Skye: Ah, clever.
Me: I'm good at being clever : P
Skye: Vain twit.
Me: Not vain, confident ; )
Skye: I expect there's a whole catalogue of descriptions for you!
Aye. Murderer, assassin, ruddy good looking....
Me: No doubt! Probably fairly accurate, too!
Skye: Like I said before, VAIN sums you up perfectly, no need for any others!
Me: I'm sticking with confident, if you don't mind : P
Skye: You wouldn't listen if I said otherwise.
Me: Got that right ; )
Skye: Twat : P
Me: Well now, that's a bit harsh, isn't it?!
Skye: From me? Nope! I'm on the boat now!
Me: Great. Stay away from the starboard side.
I slide my phone into the pocket of my trousers, ignoring the buzz denoting another
text, and slide open a drawer, searching for... That. I pull out a small-ish gun,
and attatch a silencer and a scope, making sure it has night vision. I look through
the sights, shooting once at the already battered wall. I adjust the small pin very
slightly, and shoot again. Satisfied with the results, I find the holster and lay it
on the table, placing the gun next to it. I glance at my watch, 1903. Brilliant.
Freaking brilliant. Why did the bloke on the other end of the phone never give me
more than three hours warning?! I flip open my phone again.
Skye: What? Why?
Me: I've had bad experiences with that side. Got shot at and had to jump. Just
stick to the left.
Skye: Um... Okay.
Me: Anyway, have fun, won't you?
I wait for a few minutes, but no reply comes, and I figure that the party must have
started. I look at my watch again. 1914. If I leave at 2000 exactly, that leaves
me an hour and a half to get on board that boat. I would stow away, but then I'd be
waiting around for ages, and it would completely defeat the point of getting
Gawthorpe to the starboard side. Therefore, if I have to get on board when it's not
in port, I'd have to do a bit of swimming.
I walk over to the suitcase next to the sleeping bag and rollmat, and rummage through
for a while. I pull out a wetsuit and a dinner suit, wondering how I could do this.
Something I'd discovered a while ago was that so long as I didn't mind creases, and
the cuffs and bottoms of the trousers getting a bit wet, I could actually pull off a
Bond stunt, and put the wetsuit on over the top of a dinner jacket. Although it
wasn't comfortable, and creases would no doubt be fairly obvious at a party with the
son of a millionaire attending. I chew on my lip, thinking, and start pacing.
After a while, I throw down both the dinner jacket and wetsuit, and start searching
through the suitcase again until I find what I was looking for. I change quickly and
look in the cracked mirror. I spread my arms and move them in circles, and jog on
the spot, making sure my attire is comfortable. Three quarter length dark grey
trousers, fairly tight. No loose fabric to get caught. Black vest, and a black
leather jacket. I'd pulled the sleeves off last week after I'd found out that the
sleeves were slightly too long, so I couldn't shoot as easily as I'd have liked. I
do some more searching, and find a waterproof pouch which I attatch to a strap and
tie around my hips, securing it with another strap around my right thigh. I slip the
gun inside, and run on the spot some more, making sure the new addition doesn't rub.
I do the same to my other leg, so I have two guns, although only one has a silencer
and a scope. The other's a precaution.
My phone buzzes from inside my jean pockets, and I pull it out.
Skye: Yes sir!!! Hehe, I had wine : D
Me: Aye, you'd never call me 'sir' if you were completely sober, would you?
Skye: HAHAHAHAA!!! Wine is nice : DD
Me: Keep your wits about you. Especially later. Half nine. Be careful, alright?
Skye: Heheheheee... Someone called me pretty and asked me to go to the sky deck with
Me: And you're going?! What happened to "If anyone chats me up I'll deck them"?!?!
Skye: I never said that!
Me: You did. Skye, listen. You're not sober. Be careful of him.
Skye: Hehe, he called me babe! And he hugged me from behind >.<
Me: How old is this bloke? And what's his name?
Skye: He's 17, and his name's Drew. Hehe... Drew... He's cuuuuuute
Me: Skye, how drunk are you?
Skye: Hehe, only about 8 glasses of vodka and lemonade : D
Me: Tell me right away if he does anything, alright? Anything at all.
Skye: He kissed me!!! Yay!!!
I sigh heavily. I meant something serious... I look at my watch again. I have 14
minutes until I leave.
Me: Bloody hell... I don't like this Drew feller...
Skye: Hehe, whyyyy? He's so nice!
Me: Yeah, well, I don't swing that way >.>
Skye: He's whispering nice things in my ear... Wonder what go all the way means... :
Me: I've gotta go. Got some business to attend to. Listen. Leave him. Go back
downstairs with everyone else. Don't let him do anything to you.
I throw the phone down on my sleeping bag, check my gun holsters, and storm out the
door. Maybe I wouldn't kill him... But it's got to warrant a warning, right? Taking
advantage of a drunk girl?
I walk towards the Thames harbour, keeping to alleys and shadows, and spot the
Elizabeth from a mile off. I speed up a little. When I'm standing straight in front
of it, I pull the oxygen filter mask over my face, and sprint from the safety of my
shadows, jumping as I reach the end of the concrete, and diving, making as small a
splash as I can manage.