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Post by Spy_Master on Aug 2, 2004 11:53:26 GMT -5
A LITTLE BIT!
What u call a little bit is a lot 2 me lol. Well done Sister B, I'll have a go at the next bit I think, well it's mainly u and me doing this anyway lol. What I'm just about to post is a little bit lol. Spy_Master100880
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Post by Spy_Master on Aug 2, 2004 12:06:35 GMT -5
Gordon walked down the path that went outside his office, casually he leant against the window frame and fiddled with the catch, a minute later the window swung upon and Gordon with a quick look around slipped inside. Once inside he hung his coat up on the hook, unbuttoned his jacket, loosened his tie and messed his hair up, he checked the mirror, he looked like he'd been asleep, he then tidied himself up so that he looked presentable, put on a relaxed expression and walked out of the door into the corridor.
The corridor was deserted, this was the corridor that led into casualty and ever since Dennis and Sister Bridget's escape it had been deserted, everyone had gone outside to hear what had happened. this wouldn't last long Gordon had to go now. He walked down the corridor until he reached the doors, he took a deep breath and pushed them open. As soon as he'd entered he was tackled by two terrorists, they pushed him against the wall and started shouting at each other in a foreign language Gordon didn't recognise. Eventually the leader appeared to calm them down. He came forward and put his face right in front of Gordon's and asked him in heavily accented english. "Who are you and what are you here for?"
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Post by Spy_Master on Sept 1, 2004 13:15:04 GMT -5
I'm gonna have 2 break the rules again, is it only me that's still posting on this, has everybody else forgotten about it lol?
[glow=red,2,300]"Who are you and what are you here for?" [/glow]
"I'm Dr Omerod, I was in my office, asleep. I didn't know." Gordon didn't even have to try to sound terrified, because he was terrified. "A doctor." the two men holding him relaxed their grip immeadiately. "Go and help your colleague!" the leader ordered him, Gordon nodded and practically ran over to Jill. "Are you ok?" Gordon asked her out of the corner of his mouth. Jill glared at him and nodded, Gordon could tell she was cross. Just then the sound of a helicoptor came from the distance. The terrorists turned pale, they knew that armed soldiers were now arriving, they knew that it was the sound of their death sentance. The leader bit his lip, the sick man, he was like a son to him, he couldn't leave him, could he? Shaking his head he knew he had to, Yosef would understand, he'd be angry beyond belief if they didn't leave, if they didn't fufil their mission. "We're leaving." the leader yelled, the terrorists then grouped together and stormed out of the building.
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Post by KateLovesDennis on Dec 18, 2004 12:27:12 GMT -5
Finally found a bit of time to myself to write some more on this one. Then I got rather carried away and wrote loads, so I guess it will have to be split over a few postings, but its all the same section. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The gunmen rushed out of the door, boots rattling on the bloodied tiles of the corridor, shouting as they went. Outside the police teams tensed. Dennis flung himself to the floor, catching Sister Briged’s arm as he moved, pulling her with him. He rolled on the pavement, pushing the nun close to the low brick wall. As he rolled against Sister Briged protecting her with his body, he caught sight of Bellamy diving behind the wall. Casualty went suddenly silent, only the rasping breath of the man on the operating table could be heard and the slow flap flap of the door as it settled back into position. The two doctors stood motionless, looking at each other for a second in sheer disbelieve that they were alone. Gordon moved first, turning in a fluid motion, arms encircling Jill. She was shaking, her hand remained on the oxygen mask she had been pressing to the victims face, but the other moved around Gordon's side, up his back and her fingers entwined in his hair. "Gordon" She breathed against his cheek in pure relief. The sound of gunfire reached their ears, they remained locked together, protecting each other. Dennis kept his head down, pressing his face into Sister B’s habit, he had never realised how rough the cloth they wore was. Gunfire echoed through the street, some from the police, some from the terrorists. People were screaming, glass was breaking, the sound of an engine being started, shouting, more gunfire and the screech of tires. The guns sounded again, a rapid burst of automatic fire. Shrapnel erupted from the pavement inches from his back, sharp shards struck the wall just above him with a loud clatter. Then it went quiet. He lay still, very still he could feel the nun breathing beneath him, she was shaking very slightly, one hand grasping his very tightly. It was still quiet. He turned his head very slightly, looking along the length of his body. Bellamy lay parallel to the wall just beyond his feet, he was face down, a slight trail of blood seeped onto the pavement. It was still quiet. Dennis moved a little, lifting his head to assess the situation. The road had been riddled with bullets, a trail ran along the pavement just inches from where they lay. The sound of movement reached his ears, instinct told him that the danger was over, yet experience meant that he was still cautious. Sister B moved slightly, lifting her head a fraction. “Have they gone?” She asked. Part of her wanted him to remain where he was, so close to her, it was the first time she had lain full length pined down by a fully grown man. The feeling was far from unpleasant. “I think so.” Dennis risked moving a little further, two of the men lay in the ambulance bay, obviously dead, one of the police sharp shooters was lying on the pavement by the stone pillars of the gateway, Mr Rose and a young nurse leaning over him, obviously he was badly hurt. DI Shiner was standing in the middle of the road issuing orders, the armed response team were regrouping. Bellamy was beginning to move, rolling onto his side, grasping his shoulder with the opposite hand. Dennis hoped that the injury was shrapnel rather than a bullet. “Are you hurt?” Sister B asked, suddenly concerned for her sergeant. “No I’m fine.” Dennis insisted, as he sat up a pain shot through his right arm. He looked down to find that this sergeants stripes had turned red. “Thank you.” Sister B whispered, laying her hand on his chest very briefly, a sincere expression that no one else would see. “Thank you for getting me out of the hospital.” He smiled at her and caught the slightest blush in her cheeks. He rolled away from her, his arm gave him another twinge as he stood up. He offered her his left hand and pulled her easily to her feet. She squeezed his hand before letting go and brushing herself down. As he turned she spotted the fresh blood on his sleeve. “You are hurt!” genuine concern crossed her face. Dennis pressed his left hand over the injury, he knew it wasn’t a bullet, he’d been clipped by one before and that had hurt far more, unbearably more. He could feel the piece of shrapnel, a sharp edged piece of stone, most likely from the battle scarred pavement. “It’s only a nick.” He assured her. “Come inside and I’ll sort it out.” She insisted, very aware that he had saved her from injury and possibly from death. It had been comforting to be so close to him, she couldn’t bare to be parted from him so soon. She told herself that she was being stupid, but she convinced herself that the situation excused her wild thoughts. “In a moment.” Dennis turned from her with a half smile. She watched him walk over to the young policeman sitting on the pavement, she had duties to perform too, she scolded herself inwardly for being so selfish. She looked around, the casualties were being taken care of, she hoped that Matron hadn’t witnessed her moment of selfishness. There was only one man who wasn’t being attended to, the young police constable that her sergeant was talking to. He crouched beside the constable, looking at his shoulder. “Are you hurt?” She asked, standing half a pace closer to Dennis than she would normally. “Something in my shoulder.” Bellamy told her. She took a closer look, his uniform was sliced open, a large shard of stone was lodged in his flesh, it was bleeding very slightly. “Leave it on the wound.” She instructed, knowing that it chunk of stone was preventing the blood from escaping. “Can you walk?” She asked. Bellamy nodded. “Right.” Her usual forthright manner returned now that the shock of the events were fading. “Both of you come with me.”<br>
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Post by KateLovesDennis on Dec 18, 2004 12:32:41 GMT -5
It was several minutes before DI Shiner would let them back into the hospital. His team searched the building, guns at the ready. The only remaining terrorist was in no state to cause any trouble. He still lay in casualty, gulping oxygen from the mask that Dr Wetherill held over his face. She and Gordon stood very close together as they worked on him. “Will he live?” Shiner asked. “I should think so.” Jill glanced at Gordon for reassurance. “If we knew what was wrong with him it would be easier to be more certain.”<br>“Does he have a rash?” Shiner asked, looking more closely at the patient. “Breathing difficulties and nausea?”<br>“Yes.” Jill looked confused. “He’ll recover.” Shiner declared. Gordon was just about to protest when Shiner continued. “It’s a powder they put in sensitive government transport briefcases, he must have opened it. A couple of my policemen have been in contact with it, same symptoms only a lot milder.”<br>“That sergeant who was in here.” Jill nodded. “He had the same rash. Is he alright?” She asked suddenly panic stricken as she remembered the blood pouring from his wrist. “He was bleeding badly.”<br>“Fine.” Shiner laughed. Jill scowled at him, it was hardly a laughing matter. “Your Sister Briged duped the terrorists to get him out, it wasn’t blood, she found some tomato sauce and mocked the blood loss.”<br>“Phew.” Jill let out the breath she had been holding and placed her hand on Gordon’s arm, her knees felt quite weak. “I thought he was going to die there on the floor, there was nothing I could have done.”<br> A few minutes later Jill spotted Dennis in Dr Goodwin’s office, he looked in a terrible state, blood, or was it sauce? All over his uniform, his hands were reddened, a streak of it on his forehead, there was a small split in his bottom lips and a bruise was beginning to show on his chin. She was about to let herself in when she realised that he wasn’t alone, another younger police constable was seated on the edge of the bed, stripped to the waist as Staff Nurse Taylor worked on a wound on his shoulder. Sister Bridged bustled along the corridor and stopped at the door. “Are you alright Dr Wetherill?” She asked. “Fine, thank you. I was just checking on your patient.” She nodded towards Dennis. “Nothing that a couple more stitches and a good wash won’t sort out.” The nun smiled as she brushed past the Doctor. Dennis turned at the sound of her voice. “Take your jacket and shirt off and let me have a look.” She instructed.
Dennis unbuttoned the sticky tunic, it felt cold and disgusting, his trousers were in the same state but he wasn’t about to take those off, not in front of a nun and a young nurse, not unless he really was hurt. He pulled off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt, it too was wet, but still warm from the heat of his body. The front was soaked with diluted sauce, the right arm with his own blood. Sister B stepped forward to help him peel the fabric from the injury, she winced as she eased it from his flesh. “That’s nasty.”<br>Dennis looked down at the sharp fragment of stone, it wasn’t embedded deeply but the gash was quite wide. “Sit yourself down.” Sister B instructed, indicating the chair. She left him with a reassuring smile and returned a moment later with a needle. “Hold still.” She swabbed the top of his arm with alcohol, injected the clear liquid and stood for a moment, her hand lingering on his shoulder with the lightest touch. “That’s you fixed up.” Meryl told Phil. “See your doctor in a week to have the stitches out, unless it turns nasty in the mean time, then come back here, but it should be fine.”<br>“Thanks.” Phil picked up his jacket and the remains of his shirt with his free hand his right arm being in a sling. “Here let me help.” Meryl held his jacket as he slipped his left arm inside. “Thanks.” Phil took a step towards the door. “Are you alright Sarge?”<br>“I’m in good hands.” Dennis smiled. “You get yourself home.”<br>“Can you manage there?” Meryl asked Sister B. “Of course.” The nun looked quiet relieved when the nurse turned away, leaving her alone with Dennis. Her fingertips gently stroked his arm just above his elbow. “Can you feel that?”<br>“No.” He hated the effect of local anesthetic, he could see her finger tips pressing on his flesh but he felt nothing. There was something unnatural and spooky about it. “Good, the anaesthetic is working.” She touched his neck gently just above his collar bone. “Is it numb here?”<br>“A little.” Dennis replied. “Fine.” She looked very closely at the shrapnel. “Hold very still.” She laid one hand on his back, working delicately with tweezers with the other. Despite the injection Dennis could feel the movement, it wasn’t painful, just a tugging, like having a tooth removed. “There we are.” She laid the fragment of stone on the desk and pressed a pad to his arm, the blood was flowing freely. “Hold very still again.” She cleaned the wound with strong smelling liquid, taking care to remove every last grain of the sandstone. Satisfied that it was clean, she fetched a needle and began to stitch the cut. His skin was perfect, marred only by a couple of scars, one of which she guessed was a graze from a bullet. How close they had come to more wounds she knew only too well. She worked slowly, carefully, tiny neat stitches, to leave only the smallest scar. “There all done.” She took a damp cloth and began to wipe the blood and sauce from his hands.
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Post by KateLovesDennis on Dec 18, 2004 12:37:19 GMT -5
“Ah there you are, Dennis.” A male voice said, Dennis looked up, DI Shiner stood in the doorway. “Are you OK?”<br>“Not too bad.” Dennis replied. “See me outside when you’re through.” Shiner requested, he placed Merton’s cap on the desk and tapped it twice on the top, as if reminding him that he was still on duty. “I’ve just got to get the Doctor to check you over before you can go.” Sister B, turned his hand over in hers and wiped his palm, admiring his hands as she worked. She had been about to ask his name. Dennis, it suited him, she thought. Dr Weatherill looked in as Shiner left. “Everything alright?” She asked. “All stitched up.” Sister B smiled. “I’ve given him a local anaesthetic for the arm, but I think some pain killers might be in order for later.”<br>“Yes.” Jill said as she stepped into the room. “How are you feeling?”<br>“A bit sore.” Dennis admitted. Now that the pain in his arm had subsided he was aware of the bruising on his ribs, chin and hip bones. “Let me take a look, you hit the floor pretty hard.” She swung her stethoscope from around her neck and placed the cool disk on his chest. “Deep breath please.” Dennis obeyed. She looked carefully at the bruising, resting her warm hands gently on his ribs, testing the bones with her finergtips. She gave his back the same treatment, examining the bruise left by the terrorist’s boot. “Nothing broken.” She shone a beam of light into his eyes and gave Sister B’s handiwork a quick glance. “A touch of concussion I think, nothing serious but take it easy for a few days.” She smiled at him then turned to Sister B. “Put a dressing on that wound and make up a sling.” She replaced the stethoscope around her neck. “Try not to use that arm for a few days, and not too much writing.”<br>“I hate paperwork.” Dennis grinned, glad of the excuse to avoid it. Jill wrote out a prescription for some pain killers and handed him two loose tablets. “Take these when the anaesthetic starts to wear off, then two every four hours. And do go home and get some rest.”<br> Jill closed the door as she left, Sister B took a bottle of lotion from the cupboard and rubbed a little gently over the bruises. She expertly unwrapped a dressing and applied it to his arm, wrapping a neat bandage over it. Taking two triangular bandages she twisted them between her hands to make a wrist sling. “Do you want to put your jacket back on?” She asked. “I’d better, I’m still on duty.” Dennis picked up his shirt, it was cold, wet and sticky. “Here let me help.” Sister B took it from him, wishing that she could wash and dry it for him, before he had to wear it. She eased it over his injured arm and held it as he slipped his other arm into the garment. Moving round to face him she fastened the buttons for him, took his tie, flicked up his collar, looped it around his neck and tied the knot as easily as Dennis would normally have done himself. His tunic was heavy, cold, sticky and very wet. He winced as he slid his right arm into the tight sleeve. Sister B thought better of suggesting that he wear it with his am tucked inside. She fastened the tight buttons for him, taking care to loop the chain of his whistle between the silver buttons. She fastened his belt carefully and tugged the wet jacket into shape. Taking the sling from the desk she slipped it over his head and guided his hand through the loop with hers. “Comfortable?” She asked. “Reasonably.” Dennis replied, assuming she was referring to the sling and not to the disgusting wet clothing. “Now you come back tomorrow and I’ll change that dressing for you, and I’ll take the stitches out next week.”<br>“I will.” His eyes met her’s, he had seen that look before, in the eyes of a young girl he had rescued shortly after he had joined the force. They both knew that his doctor should be the one to take care of him now, but she wanted to see him again. “And do take some time off, get some rest.” Her tone was businesslike. “Don’t worry.” He assured her, doubting that the time off would materialise. He offered her his left hand. “Thanks, for everything.”<br>“No. .. Thank you.” She replied, squeezing his hand. She stood by the door watching as he walked along the corridor, hat in his left hand. She hoped that he would come back tomorrow. Once he was out of sight she went back into Dr Goodwin’s room to tidy up. The fragment of stone lay on the desk, his blood still on it. She picked it up, looked at it for a moment then wrapped it in her handkerchief and put it into her pocket. A reminder of her own mortality she told herself, but also of the handsome sergeant who had protected her from harm. Outside DI Shiner was in conference with two constables. Dennis walked swiftly across the ambulance bay to join them. The wind was whipping across the sea, icy cold as it hit his wet clothes. “Merton.” Shiner smiled. “All patched up?” he looked at the sling. “You’d better get yourself home, take tomorrow off, we can manage.”<br>“Thank you Sir.”<br> The patrol car was parked just around the corner where he had left it. Fortunatley it had escaped the incident unscathed. The engine started first turn of the key and Dennis headed back to Ashfordly. Twenty minutes later he parked his own car in the drive of his cottage. Jenny was already home, her bike parked by the wall, the lightsin the windows giving a welcoming glow to their home. “Dennis!” Jenny exclaimed as he walked in the door. “Oh my God!!, Dennis!” She dropped the plastic bowl she had been stirring, the contents splashing out all over the floor. He caught sight of his reflection in the hall mirror, he looked terrible, pale with a red rash and a purpleish bruise spreading across his chin, his lip slightly swollen where it had been split. His uniform darkened and reddened, the sling had soaked up some of the red liquid making it appear blood soaked. “What happened, are you alright?” Jenny was panicking, not knowing whether to hug him or phone for an ambulance. “Calm down.” He reached out to her with his free hand. “It looks a lot worse than it is.”<br>Jenny reached out to him, touching his wet sticky tunic. “Is this blood?” She looked at her reddened hand, appalled. “Its not yours is it?”<br>“No.” Dennis suddenly felt very tired and very cold. “Its not all blood.” He assured her. He slipped the sling from around his neck then freed his hand. The local anaesthetic was beginning to wear off and his arm was becoming increasingly painful. “What happened?” Jenny asked. “It’s a long story.” He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.” He reached out and touched her cheek. “I just need to get out of these wet things.”<br> Jenny followed her husband up the stairs. He took the two painkillers out of his pocket and laid them on the dressing table. Jenny picked one up, she knew what it was straight away. “Oh Dennis, is it that bad?” “No.” He tried to sound convincing as he flicked open the buttons of his tunic with his left hand. “Can you give me a hand with this?”<br>“Of course.” Jenny eased the jacket from his left shoulder, moving slowly taking the weight of it as he slipped out of it. “That’ll need dry cleaning and a few stitches.” He tried to sound cheerful as he kicked of his scuffed shoes and unclipped the belt of his trousers. The material was stiff and still damp, though the heat of his body had dried most of the liquid. He had to peel the material from his legs. The sauce had coloured his legs bright red. He kicked the trousers from his feet into a heap on the floor and looked up to find Jenny watching him with a horrified expression. “Dennis?..” “It’s alright. It’s not blood.” He smiled at her, his lip was sore. “Believe it or not, its tomato sauce.”<br>“Tomato sauce!” Jenny sat down on the edge of the bed very quickly. “How on earth…?”<br>Dennis turned to face her as he loosened his tie ad began to unbutton his shirt. “Why don’t you go and run a bath and I’ll tell you about it while I’m soaking?” He suggested. When Jenny left the room he peeled the shirt from his back, and carefully from his arm. He checked the bruise on his back in the mirror, it wasn’t as bad as he had expected. He removed his underwear and turned to look at his own reflection in the mirror, the pallor of his skin made the remnants of the rash stand out, tiny red dots across his flesh. The bruises had darkened since leading the hospital, a deep reddish purple stain from the base of his rib cage half way up his chest and two dark circles surrounding the points of his hip bones. Jenny wasn’t going to like it. He put on his dressing gown before padding barefoot across the small landing to the bathroom. Jenny was perched on the edge of the bath, pouring bubble bath under the running water. “Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked. “Very cold and a bit battered and bruised.” He warned her gently. “Nothing that a wash, a good night’s sleep and a day off tomorrow won’t fix.” He took a towel from the airing cupboard, pausing to examine his lip in his shaving mirror. Jenny switched off the taps. He turned to face her slowly, handing her the towel. There was nothing else he could do, he couldn’t hide the bruises from her. In one swift motion he dropped the dressing gown from his body. “Oh Dennis!” Her hand moved to her mouth in shock. “What happened?”<br>
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Post by Spy_Master on Dec 20, 2004 13:52:49 GMT -5
brilliant. I'll post more next, probably 2morrow, I expect I'll have a chance to come online.
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Post by cathy on Dec 21, 2004 13:27:53 GMT -5
Hi, the story is so good! What happeneedto Dennis (sorryif we were already told) can'twait to read the rest.
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Post by Spy_Master on Dec 21, 2004 13:31:34 GMT -5
Ok I think I probably went over the limit this time ;D
"It's a very long story." Dennis told her, slipping into the tub. He then proceeded to tell her everything, even about the nuclear bomb. He was tired and he didn't care anymore if people found out. They'd caught the terrorists hadn't they, the bomb would soon be in safe hands. Just then in the distance the phone started ringing. "I'll get it." Jenny said, leaving the bathroom. Dennis took the oppertunity to slip further into the water, wetting his hair, he then reached for the shampoo and began to rub it into his hair. "I don't care how important it is. No you can not." Jenny yelled angrily. Dennis reached for the towel and wiped some shampoo out of his eye. "Who is it Jenny." Dennis called down the hall. A second later Jenny appeared at the door, receiver in one hand, phone in the other. "DI Shiner." she replied. Dennis wiped his hand on the towel and motioned for Jenny to hand him the receiver. She did grudgingly. "Merton." Dennis answered, he could feel the foam start to trickle down his back, it was a rather unpleasant sensation particularly when it hit a bruise, he better not be calling for nothing. "Dennis we have a situation. Yosef, the terrorist from the hospital. He wasn't willing to talk, but the one thing he did tell us, was disturbing." For a reason he couldn't explain Dennis's throat went instantly dry. "Apparently they've already rigged the bomb up to a target. It's on a timer, set to go off 6pm tomorrow. That gives us 24 hours." "I'm on my way." Dennis managed to say, wordlessly he handed the receiver back to Jenny. He then quickly began rinsing his hair. "Dennis you are not going back into work. I mean look at you, you're not fit to work. You've barely slept in days, you can hardly move your right arm, you . ." Jenny began, Dennis held up his hand trying to silence the flow of words. "Jenny please, I have to go in. It's important, very important." Dennis pleaded with her with his eyes. He then pulled the plug and the reddened water started down the plughole. Dennis stepped out of the bath, instinctively reaching for the towel with his right arm, the movement made him wince and almost cry out in pain. "See what I mean." Jenny cried, handing him the towel. Immeaditely Dennis started drying himself vigourously, ignoring the shoots of pain. He then hurried into the bedroom where he looked for his spare uniform before remembering that he'd been wearing his spare uniform this morning. Shaking his head he reached for a pair of slacks and a soft cotton shirt, if he was going to be up for the next 24 hours he might as well be comfortable. He then started to get dressed, he had a little difficulty with his shirt so Jenny helped him, within minutes he was ready to go. "Dennis please don't do this, it's not about the bomb is it?" Jenny asked, Dennis bit his lip, he couldn't lie to her and he wouldn't. "Yeah it's about the bomb." Dennis looked down as Jenny let out a horrified cry. "Shush listen to me, now look me in the eye." Jenny looked him in the eye, seeing sorrow and pain. "Have I ever lied to you?" Dennis asked, Jenny shook her head. "Then you'll know when I tell you this that I'm telling you the truth. No matter what I will be back by tomorrow evening, say eight o'clock. I promise you that." Dennis then leant forward and kissed her gently and lovingly. He then headed for the door. "Be careful." Jenny called out after him, Dennis turned back, the door half open and one hand on the door. "Always." he replied.
Twenty minutes later Dennis was at the station, it looked deserted. He walked through the darkened station to his office where he could see there was a light on, it was escaping through the crack in the door. Dennis pushed it open, revealing a tired looking DI Shiner. "Where is everybody?" Dennis asked. DI Shiner laughed and for a moment Dennis thought he was drunk, until he fixed his piercing blue eyes on him. "They're not coming." DI Shiner stated. "What do you mean they're not coming?" Dennis exclaimed, running his hand through his still damp locks. "What I said, they're not coming. My team refuse point blank to come in, half of them don't know what this is about and the other half are drunk. It appears they couldn't handle the stress of armed combat. Phil's at Gina's asleep and she refuses to wake him, she probably would if I told her what it was about but I can hardly do that can I?" DI Shiner said bitterly. "Not even Alf is coming, he and Mrs Ventress appear to have gone away somewhere, perhaps to Mrs Ventress's sisters." "So let me get this straight." Dennis began "Because I don't want to get this wrong. What you're saying is, that it's just you and me, on a hunt for a nuclear bomb. We don't know where it is? It could be hundreds of miles away, maybe even left the country. Yet we have 24 hours to find it, disarm it." Dennis paused "On our own!" he shouted. DI Shiner closed his eyes and bit his lip, before looking back up at Dennis. "Well not quite, you see I called it in, reinforcements should arrive sometime tomorrow afternoon, but I'm not certain about those. You see the United States are denying the fact that there is a nuclear bomb, they say that it's all a hoax, that their diplomat is no diplomat of there's. So basically yeah." Dennis started pacing, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, this couldn't be happening, it just wasn't possible. In a minute he'd wake up and he'd find that this was all some kind of sick nightmare. "Did Joseph say anything else, anything at all?" Dennis asked suddenly, this wasn't a nightmare, this was real and if he didn't do something then tens of thousands of people would die. "Only that we are all dead men, and it's Yosef not Joseph." Dennis nodded, too tired to realise the significance of his mistake. "Ok, that might mean it's nearby. Let's look at a hundred mile radius and see what targets come up." Dennis suggested, without a better idea DI Shiner nodded, from then on the rank barrier disappeared.
Tiredly Dennis rubbed his eyes, they were getting nowhere. They were literally hundreds of possibly targets a terrorist group might think worthwile to target. In reality it didn't matter where it was, the sheer terror that would result from wherever they put it, knowing that the enemy could strike anywhere, that was a pretty potent weapon, even more of a potent weapon than a nuclear bomb. "Tell me exactly what Joseph said again?" Dennis asked for what seemed to DI Shiner like the hundredth time. "He said that they'd planted the bomb somewhere on a timer which is due to go off in two hours, by my reckoning." DI Shiner noted looking at his watch. "That we were all dead men and for the upteenth time, it's Yosef, not Joseph." Suddenly it was like the fog had lifted, Dennis could see clearly. He now knew where the bomb was, or he hoped that he did. "That's it. Yosef . . it's the Russian name for Joseph. That's we call Stalin, Joseph Stalin because it's too hard pronouncing his full Russian name. Now what target would the Russians want to target?" DI Shiner just looked at him, he was tired, he didn't want to play games. "Flyfields early warning centre sir."
With siren blaring they set off, Flyfields EWC was quite a trek. It was on the other side of Whitby and the moor roads were slippery with ice even at this time in the afternoon. "Can't we radio them, warn them somehow?" Dennis shouted, narrowly avoiding hitting a bakery truck as he careered round a particluarly sharp corner. "No." DI Shiner replied hanging on for dear life. An hour and twenty minutes later they arrived at Flyfields EWC, they pulled in at the gate. DI Shiner showed his badge and told the gaurd that it was a matter of life and death. He made a phone call to someone who made another call until finally ten minutes later he waved them through. They were directed to the commanders office, there they outlined the situation. "You see the problem." Dennis concluded. "We have now twenty minutes to find the bomb and disarm it. Where is the mostly likely place for it to be?" Dennis asked. The Bse commander thought for a moment, stroking his handlebar mustache. "Well it won't be inside the perimeter fence, you've seen security for yourself, it's pretty tight. A nuclear bomb you say, do you know what it's yeild is?" Dennis shook his head, DI Shiner replied. "One megaton I believe and it's only the warhead, it was small enough to fit in a briefcase. American in deisgn and manufacture." DI Shiner explained. "No use hoping it won't go off then." the commander joked half heartedly. "A bomb that size could be planted at a five mile radius from here and still wipe us out." the commander continued soberly. "Go with Sergeant Jones and search the north east sector. I'll detail men to search the other sectors." the commander stood up, with barely a nod of acknowledgement Dennis and DI Shiner hurried out of his office after Sergeant Jones. Protocol be damned they had less than twenty minutes to find that bomb.
Fifteen minutes later and they still hadn't found it, also nothing had come across the radio to indicate that any of the other teams had found it. DI Shiner had suggested twice in the last five minutes that they should get the hell out of there, Flyfields had been evacuated, as had the surrounding area. The only people left inside the bomb zone were the search teams. Suddenly on the horizon Dennis saw what looked like an abandoned farm outbuilding. He tapped Sergeant Jones on the shoulder.
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Post by Spy_Master on Dec 21, 2004 13:34:47 GMT -5
"Let's look over there." Dennis suggested pointing. Sergeant Jones immeadiately turned to drive in that direction. DI Shiner groaned that was further inside the bomb zone and they only had five minutes left, there was now a possibility they weren't leaving. When they reached the building Dennis climbed out of the jeep, he scanned the area looking for any traps, then checked his watch. Three minutes to go, no way they would be getting out now. Dennis ran in the building followed by Sergeant Jones and reluctantly DI Shiner. In the middle of the warehouse sat what Dennis could only think of as the bomb. Sergeant Jones ran over to it and immeadiately started trying to disarm it. Dennis went to crouch next to him, watching what he was doing, it was the only way he could stop feeling helpless. DI Shiner sat on a bale of hay in the corner praying, though he wasn't religious, everybody needed some divine intervention sometime and right now he needed it badly. A minute to go Dennis saw on the timer, nervously Sergeant Jones wiped some sweat off his brow, this was nothing like the simulations he'd done. There was so many more wires, what did he cut, where was the chip and what tamper devices were on here. "Here goes nothing." Sergeant Jones looked at Dennis as he picked up his wirecutters. There was thirty seconds to go, if he set it off now it would just be a little early, it wouldn't change the final outcome. He then wiped his brow for a final time and started cutting wires. Ten seconds Dennis saw, suddenly he couldn't watch anymore, he stood up and started pacing, he could still see the countdown in his mind anyway. Five, four, three, two, one. There was then an almighty explosion and everything went white. His last coherent thought was that he'd broken his promise to Jenny, he wouldn't be there tonight, he'd never be there again. Everything then went black.
Dennis awoke to what he thought sounded like voices, but it couldn't be, he was dead. Blown into tiny molecules and radioactive atoms by a nuclear bomb. Slowly he tried to open his eyes, if this was heaven he wanted to see it. Wincing slightly as his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw blurry shadows of people, then a face hovered above his own. "The patients awake Doctor." the person had a slight irish lilt Dennis noted, he closed his eyes again trying to rid the world of it's blurriness. When he opened his eyes again everything was a little clearer, the face had gone but the murmering was still there. Dennis tried desperately to hear what they were saying, he needed to know what was going on, where he was, this sure didn't look like any heaven he'd ever heard of. The face then returned it was a pretty face surrounded by some kind of headress. "You know when I said come back tomorrow, I didn't mean on a stretcher." the voice told him, suddenly everything became clear, it was Sister Bridget, he was at the royal, he wasn't dead. Feeling a giddy sense of relief Dennis succombed to unconciousness. Sister Bridget smiled as she watched her patient close his eyes and return to a somewhat more peaceful sleep than before. Turning away she motioned for Alun to take him to Milner ward. Sighing she then went off duty but not to bed, she had something important to do before then.
It was late afternoon the next day before Dennis awoke again. Slowly he opened his eyes, relieved this time to find that the world was no longer blurry. Cautiously he turned his head to look around him, Jenny saw the movement. "Dennis. Thank god you're awake. Nurse he's awake." Jenny called, clutching hold of Dennis's hand. "What happened?" Dennis croaked. Jenny handed him a glass of water before she answered. "Sergeant Jones managed to disarm the bomb but unfortunately not the explosive that would have made the bomb go off. You were caught in the explosion." "Let's have a look at you." Sister Bridget said, reaching for the blood pressure cuff. Dennis turned to look at her. "Perhaps I'm still out of it but you look different." Dennis observed, gingerly moving his arm to allow Sister Bridget to attach the blood pressure cuff, wincing as he did so. "No you're correct. I left the convent. I realised that I could still serve God but in other, better ways." Sister Bridget explained. "Well Good luck with it." Dennis said, gladly sinking back into the pillow. Smiling Sister Bridget withdrew letting husband and wife enjoy a moment alone together.
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Post by Cath (Lizzy) on Dec 24, 2004 15:04:23 GMT -5
!!!! What! was it not a real bomb? (I promis you some day I will actually read all this properly)
You know you actually can't just leave a cinvent, expically a catholic one in the 60's. and seriously, please dn't let her go after dennis (imagine the squeak fight)
It's a great story though, and again stupid question (but then again I am in between christmas parties) is it over?
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KateLovesDennis
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Post by KateLovesDennis on Dec 24, 2004 16:15:38 GMT -5
It's a great story though, and again stupid question (but then again I am in between christmas parties) is it over? No, Of course its not over, we are having far too much fun with this one. And there's still the other terrorists to catch and who knows what else to happen, lots more to come, watch this space..... ...... But now, I'm going for a bath and then to the Christmas party................................................................... ;D Happy Christmas to everyone
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Post by cath on Dec 26, 2004 15:49:20 GMT -5
Oh!! Very good! happy Christmas!
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Post by Spy_Master on Dec 28, 2004 13:00:10 GMT -5
!!!! What! was it not a real bomb? (I promis you some day I will actually read all this properly) You know you actually can't just leave a cinvent, expically a catholic one in the 60's. and seriously, please dn't let her go after dennis (imagine the squeak fight) It's a great story though, and again stupid question (but then again I am in between christmas parties) is it over? Yes it was a real bomb but Coporal Jones had disconnected the nuclear bit so just the eplosive went off. It wd have spread radioactive parts for miles but nobody wd have been killed by it in a nuclear sense. As for Sister B, I didn't think she should go after Dennis but I thought she should leave the convent, I don't know if it's feasible but it's a story.
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Post by Cath (Lizzy) on Dec 28, 2004 14:51:33 GMT -5
I see, I see. Thanks Spy_Master!
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