Back in the Habit

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

***Please read Back to the Drawing Boards first***

 

“Will you just stop already??” Tim yelled, running through the streets of White Chapel as he fired the MK2 about a foot over the man’s head he was chasing.

“Christ!!!” The man said in a thick accent, flailing about as he ran through the streets, “You’re going to kill me with that bloody voodoo rubbish you’re shooting at me, why the hell would I stop, you damn yank”

Peter O’Callahan was the man’s name, or better known Slippery Pete or The Salamander. The bounty wasn’t astronomical, but it wasn’t bad either. He earned the 1000 pound bounty by, what first started as, a simple peeping tom incident. He then would push his limits further and further by breaking in to the homes, then stealing items, and then actually wearing the items. He had a particularly odd habit of scaling walls and oiling his body and limbs as to not be easily grabbed. The combination of the two had only been tried once and he was lucky the ally was narrow enough as to catch himself on the other wall. He wasn’t a particularly smart individual.

“Now how the hell am I supposed to collect a bounty with no body to show? You stupid son of a bitch” He said as he fired at the ground to his front right, blowing a crater in the road. Pete tripped but caught himself, only slowing a little.

“Christ” he said slowing to a stop. “I’m done with this nonsense.”

Turning to look at his purser, Pete laughed in what he thought was victory, see that Tim has stopped and slowed his pace. Looking ahead of him, Tim fired a few shots, blocking off the next few cross streets from Pete’s path. Startled at the shots, he quickened to his original pace, fell, rolled, stood back up and continued.

Tim let out a sign at the sight as he took out a small pocket notebook and out of that a small folded map of London. Opening it revealed sets of coordinates and altitude markings on various areas.

“Now where the hell am I”, he said looking at the map and then to his surroundings “ Ahh, there we go”

He took a quick look at Pete again and folded the map and place it and the book back in his coat as he turned around. He twisted  a few dials on the GSRMD on his forearm, took a quick look over his sholder “Ehh, few more for good measure” and made an adjustment then flipped the knife switch located to its rear.

The air spun and cracked with static electricity and with a blinding flash and thunder crack, Tim disappeared from his current location with a plume of smoke and reappeared about 6 inches off the ground and a yard in front of Pete, stopping him with a swift right cross to the jaw.

“Idiot”, he said as the air settled around him, Pete’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fell to the paved road.

“All of these damn runners. I need to do something about that”.

Tim squatted, lifted up his pant leg and pulled a cigar out of the silver case in his boot, put it in his mouth and lit it. Leaning up on the wall he stood for a few moments, puffing on the cigar before pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his pouch and clasping them the Slippery Pete’s wrist.

He stood the unconscious miscreant and leaned him against the ally wall, entering a new set of coordinates on his wrist, “Shall we?” He rhetorically asked hugging him close and adjusting a black dial on his wrist

“Awww…wha…what the hell? Peanut oil? Really??? Awww” he moaned, flipping the knife switch and disappearing with Pete and a chunk of the wall, as he did before.

With a loud crack and a blinding flash, Tim, Pete and the chunk of brick rubble, appeared in Scotland Yard. Tim pushed Pete off of him, exposing the slight glaze he acquired from the peanut oil and the man fell to the ground with the ruble.

“Ahh, Mr Harrison, another one I see” said an officer in the Yard, walking over.

With a disgusted look on his face, trying to shake off some of the oil “Captain Oliver, a pleasure as always. Slippery Pete…I should screen the nicknames a little better”, wiping his glove on his pant and shaking the Captains hand.

With a chuckle, “Aye, probably not a bad idea. I will take him from here. I’ll let the clerks know and have them get the bounty ready.”

“Sounds good, mate. Now what do you have for the next one?” Tim said with a smirk and a puff of the cigar.

 

 

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Still needs work editing, but I like the pace and the fact that 'Tim' is a tinker as well. Keep up the good work.