Ashes to Ashes: Forgotten Memories

Chapter 2

Gathering whatever strength and encouragement he had left, Gene gradually began to pick himself up and despite the ominous presence of the menacing whistling, he continued searching everywhere around the bar and the customer toilets that was situated on the right hand side of the darkened, gloomy room. Afterwards whilst rummaging through the till which included 2 £2 coins, 1 £ £5 notes, 2 £10 notes & 3 £20 notes Gene suddenly came across the next piece of potential evidence, he discovered a brown hair clip hidden under the notes. He presumed this might have also belonged to Alex. "I'm not giving up, the Manc Lion isn't a bloody quitter when times start getting too tough. This is Keats' fucking doing, he's honestly trying to scare the shit out of me because without me being here to protect everyone I love and respect he's presumed he could get to everyone probably by worming his slimy backside into the heart of this pub through someone's unbalanced state of mind. You taught me that Bolls.." He laughed as began to acknowledge that Psychology tactics had helped him impress colleagues by resolving a few case investigations over the last 8-10 years

"I promise I'm going to find out which poof he's targeted and then put things right in here, the way it should be." He clarified, realizing he was awkwardly talking and addressing only to himself. As the intimidating laughter and annoying whistling heightened, Gene was quickly tempted to perfectly aim and fire his gun at the vacant screen that was now reflecting his lone figure. He decided he shouldn't take the chance as he remembered Nelson had once previously reprimanded him on unwisely placing his gun on the counter. "Mon brave this pub isn't exactly the Wild West, you should be having your gun placed away safely on you."

While finding it a tricky and challenging to ignore the fact that he still didn't have nobody to chat to and share his difficult worries with, Gene now found himself deliberately wondering about what sort of calculating and scheming tricks Jim might have orchestrated, on helping him to crawl his way into the pub. "He'll only ever play on the vulnerable whenever he gets the opportunity to, preying on the isolated. Maybe the D&C'S been crumbling around him and he's been hounded into charming and persuading everyone that use to work for me, to join the D&C. No wonder he vanished five years ago without a trace.

Fenchurch East and West for the past five years had been considered to be more of an absolute safe haven and a safer environment given that Jim Keats had mysteriously petered out from existing reality, it wasn't known when exactly that had been, Gene only assumed this might have transpired after the local council had been congratulated for turning Fenchurch into one of London's impressive boroughs especially after every building within the borough of Fenchurch had undergone a deserving makeover. Maybe Keats had regularly been struggling with the changeable surroundings everywhere around him and couldn't manage lurking around the neighborhood, Square King Lane where he'd temporarily lived for the last 22 years. Life afterwards for Gene, throughout the Summer of 2006 hadn't precisely been one of the finest for him as he'd managed to escape unhurt from a bus and coach crash along by the Fenchurch East tropical garden centre in Smithdown Street. Although feeling glad, he wasn't too shaken up about this nevertheless he was still busy considering that fate wasn't going to be granting or possibly be fulfilling his desire for utter happiness.

After having be forced into putting the Beijing 2008 Olympics on in the main office nearly every day of the week. He'd gotten fed up, he quickly decided to have a loyal, respected friend working alongside him in the station, he was hopeful this person would teach his wayward and misbehaving younger colleagues on how to do their jobs properly. "Good to see ya again Derek..." Gene stretched out his hand to shake the former DCI's hand.

"Geno look I'm done with policing, after everything that went down with that slimy pencil neck Keats. I've moved on and working elsewhere, my family's depending on me to get a bonus wage in my job at the local college." Derek appreciated the generous offer he'd been given.

"You haven't moved on Derek...somewhere in that bloody heart of yours, you're desperately eager to do what you've always brilliant at doing, keeping the streets clean from scum and arresting them if they refuse to behave. What Keats done to you, was unforgivable, spitefully forcing you into handing over your badges and warrant card. I know and you it wasn't fucking right that you'd gotten all the blame placed on you for all that happened. Times have changed now Derek, but one thing I can reassure you of is that this place is always going to be protected from now on from the likes of Bevan and Keats. You You're needed, more than you've ever been needed before. Come on consider it, working here at Fenchurch East." Gene explained additionally on his proposed offer.

Derek reached his hand out. "Alright..but on one condition...".

"Oh it's always based on one bloody requirement with you isn't it. You're never satisfied until your requirement's accepted." One thing was for sure, Gene was enjoying squabbling and bickering with his former rival.

"I get my own office Geno...Capiche" Derek smiled.

"Okay you'll get your own office and a mini fridge if you want with your favourite drinks." Gene sighed in annoyance before finally shaking his hand.

As Gene was still wandering around the inside of the pub, he opened one of the doors that he managed to have located. He slowly peeped and looked around the corner of it, there was nothing particular in this room. It looked as it hadn't been used for anything. He soon heard oncoming footsteps approaching from god knows where, this promptly alerted him in trying to some attention. "Hello...anyone here...Hello!" He shouted louder than he expected to. Moments later, the unidentified footsteps were coming closer behind him but he hadn't noticed this, as he continued glancing around, he soon felt a horrible thud at the back of his neck and collapsed forward onto the wooden floorboard. He'd been attacked from behind, by someone who'd wrongly suspected he was an intruder in the bar.

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