"Call that a Gun " sneered Bodie. He reached into the rucksack and lifted out a Heckler and Koch G3 Assault Rifle. He sighted the noticeboard and targeted the "Watch Out, There's a Thief about" Poster.
"This, my friend, is a proper gun….as opposed to that peashooter!"
The Flying Squad D.S was about to use some industrial language when his D.I walked in.
"Put it away, Son, this ain't El Alamein" the D.I growled " and I'm not a Kraut!"
The D.S put his Smith and Wesson 38 back into his shoulder holster. Doyle said to him sotto voce " Take no notice, mate. He's ex-Army. If it won't take a house out, he ain't interested". This made the D.S laugh. He was in his mid-thirties, thinning a bit on top but growing it long at the sides.
" Weren't you on the job at Cannon Street?" the D.S asked " What's it like with the Secret Squirrel Brigade?"
"I could tell you, but then I would 'ave to shoot you!" joked Doyle " No, I miss the lads but not the Desk Sergeant at Cannon Street!"
"Glass-Arse Chivers?" laughed the D.S " 'Ee took the golden back a year ago! I'm George, by the way. George Carter"
"Ray Doyle" the CI5 man replied " What's your Guv like?"
"You'll find out" said Carter, with a laugh.
" Oi, This isn't the W.I, ladies. Save the chit-chat. The Brass upstairs have seen fit to run this as a joint-operation, painful as it may be" the D.I said firmly.
"You're not wrong, mate" murmered Bodie. The D.I strode up to him and stuck his face about three inches from Bodie's.
"That's DETECTIVE-INSPECTOR or SIR….GET IT!" snarled the D.I." I'm D.I Jack Regan and I ain't had my lunch yet! Do not mess me about!"
"Yes…Sir" said Bodie, resentfully.
" Cowley could take lessons of him!" whispered Doyle.