Suffering from writing withdrawal so decided to start a new fic. Only a short piece to open this as I haven't written much yet.
I am taking some scenes from 8.2 to start with, but will be altering some of the plot later on.
And in the interests of good taste and decency no shagging of Sarah Caulfield will be permitted – Got that Lucas?
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"Any update on Thumper and Flopsy?" Ros asked coolly.
Lucas' lips twitched slightly. "No news since the last report. And I'm curious as to whether its now your policy to name persons of interest as if they were cast members from Watership Down."
Ros shrugged, "I suppose I could go for pussies rather than rabbits if you prefer."
Lucas coughed slightly at her comment and hastily put down his coffee. "I hope Jo's making some progress with Bibi. Harry's been really twitchy lately and I don't care to hear another lecture on how we're worse than the Stoke Newington branch of the Green Party."
They both looked up as the gentle swish of the doors announced Jo was back to the grid.
"She agreed?" Ros questioned.
Jo approached them and nodded. "She'll take the punishment to get the man who did that to her sister."
During her meeting with Bibi earlier in the day the girl had revealed that her younger sister had fallen into the hands of Raston Urazov, the Tazbek Trade and Industry Secretary, who was nothing short of a sadist. Urazov had raped and tortured the girl and held her for a week before returning her broken body to her family. A plight that was a little too close to home as far as Jo was concerned. He had also murdered both of Bibi's parents. The man had to be taken down before he could gain control of his country and unleash a reign of terror on the people of Eastern Europe.
"She has a great motive for killing him and everybody will think the FSB were helping her," Ros replied.
"She'll say anything we want her to say afterwards. There'll be no comeback on us," Jo added.
"Alright," Lucas agreed, "but it won't be easy. For a start how do we set the honeytrap and get him into a hotel room?"
"You heard what he said about the English Rose. I think Jo just about falls into that category," Ros replied smoothly.
"Cheers Ros," Jo deadpanned back, indifferent to Ros' grudging compliment.
"No worries," Ros smirked.
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