Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.
Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
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Michael had arranged everything. Tickets had been left at the door for Abby and Connor and they waltzed right on in, without having to stand in line. They were early, the opening set wasn't to start for at least twenty minutes.
Connor was the first to see their friends. They were at a central table, close to the dance floor. He and Abby made their way carefully through the crowd to meet Jenny and the man that must be Michael's brother by the looks of him. Introductions were made, and drinks ordered.
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A last minute call from the minister kept Lester at work longer than he would have liked this evening. Traffic had delayed him even more. When he finally arrived at their London flat this evening, he was expecting to find his whole family. Instead only his mother and the two youngest children were present. They had started dinner without him. His wife was out, business or something of the sort, said his mother. But his mother fretted, the fifteen year old had gone out, to see a friend. Really, she should have been back by now. She should be home for dinner. Lester agreed.
He had called his daughter's cell phone, but it went directly to voice mail. So he'd done the sensible thing… called his wife.
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The smell of smoke was the first thing that told Danny something was wrong. As he looked up from Connor's contraption, he found it difficult to see. That was the second thing wrong.
The darkness was almost total.
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The woman watched as Matt, Emily and Whedon came into view. She smiled, glad they were here. Opening the trunk of the jaguar she began to assess the weaponry inside.
Her cell phone rang. The melody of It's Now Or Never carried through the evening air. Stopping what she was doing, she answered the phone.
"Darling," she purred into the cell phone "you know I don't like to be interrupted when I'm working."
She listened for a moment. Her expression changed abruptly, "She did what?" the woman spluttered. "Hmmph, I specifically told her to stay in and keep a watch on the other two… Well it has to be either Rachel or Jennifer…" she gave him the phone numbers for their daughter's friends and hung up.
Matt, Emily and Whedon were now standing beside her, grinning.
"Teenagers," she muttered as she started handing out weapons.
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Becker watched from the alcove as Abby and Connor arrived. Good, the first step had gone according to plan. Now all he had to do was keep them here for a few more hours, and keep them out of trouble.
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The woman asked Emily to go knock on the door, "We need to get Mrs. Temple and little Sarah out, move them to the safe house," she said.
Matt and Whedon were still checking the charges on the EMDs, discussing the details of the perimeter watch. They had finally determined that Matt would take the left side of the house where he could watch the neighboring alleyway, while Whedon would move further down the street to the right, when Emily returned. She looked a little confused.
The woman looked up from her own weapon, eyes narrowed and voice stern, "Where are they…" she began.
"Still in the flat…," replied Emily "she… Mrs. Temple, I mean, opened the door and wouldn't even listen to what I had to say, started telling me to go on now, quit causing trouble…" her voice trailed off as the other three team members looked at her. "She had a broom," she said defensively "I think she was going to hit me with it, and she said something about my hair… started raving about brunettes..."
The woman looked in surprise, "Brunettes? Matt, run a security check…"
"Already on it," he said as he called the ARC. He wondered which field coordinator was on duty tonight, he knew it wasn't Jess or Connor's sister. He just hoped it wasn't that fool from Epsilon team.
The woman continued speaking to Matt and Whedon, 'Have either of you ever met Connor's mother?" They both shook their heads, no.
"Well," she said "I guess I'll go get them then." She strode towards the flat, her stilettos clicking on the pavement with every step she took.
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Becker watched as Jess and Connor's sister arrived. The two lovely ladies made their way across the crowded room to the central table where their friends were sitting. From where he stood, it looked like Jenny was introducing Connor's sister to the man next to her. The man arose from his chair and seated the younger woman next to Jenny. He offered Jess the next chair, but she shook her head and remained standing.
He was so fascinated with watching her, that he didn't realize what she was doing until it was too late. Jess was scoping out the room… and she had spotted him. She was coming towards him, dragging him back to the table with her. Only ten minutes into the mission and he'd already had his cover blown. He sighed as he sat down at the table
Connor was surprised to see Becker. "I thought you weren't coming tonight," he said as the musician's came on stage to start their warm up.
"Security stuff tonight," Becker replied. "I've been assigned here to keep you out of trouble."
Connor snorted. Really? Was that supposed to be a joke?
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