The Search
Prologue - Listening
"Look Ray, don't go bleeding sanctimonious on me here. There is no way you are going to convince me that these fanatics have a point."
"I'm not saying that am I? I just think that we could have talked them down before we went in there guns blazing!"
"Yeah? Well tell that to Owen's Misses then. They didn't give him a chance before they cut him to ribbons. Tell that to his kids. Or to all the other kids on the streets that are hooked up on the poison they were selling to them just to fund their own little war. Tell that to..."
"Alright alright!! You made your point Bodie. Its obvious you weren't prepared to listen and Cowley sure as hell wasn't. And if we don't listen, how does that make us any better than them? Tell me that eh?"
"Don't compare me to those animals!" Bodie was shouting now, his face up close to his partner's, veins throbbing in his neck as the raw nerve was skilfully exposed by Doyle. He stopped and regarded him for a moment, realising suddenly what Doyle had done to him.
"You better go." He finished quietly. "You have packing to do." And at that he swiftly turned and left the VIP lounge in CI5 headquarters.
Ray Doyle knew that he had done it this time.