Walker needs some air. He needs to get out of there. He feels dizzy and light headed. He stumbles to his feet, his whole body is shaking. The tears are forming again. He looks down at the man on the floor, he looks around his age. He is fighting the tears back, his mouth is dry, his breathing is shallow, his heart racing, he feels like he's going to throw up. He closes his eyes, the room feels like it's spinning. He staggers backwards into the wall. He begins to panic, he can't catch his breath. He can hear Brendan at the bar, he knows he needs to get a grip. He doesn't panic, Brendan quiet often points that out. But killing a man with his bare hands allows a little to show, surely?
A short while later he's steadied his breathing and is feeling less light headed and sick. Walker takes a tentative step away from the wall. He can do this, he has no choice. He had already taken that option away the moment he killed that man. Now back in control of his emotions he walks out of the office and towards the bar. Brendan has poured him a glass of whiskey. He picks it up and necks it in one. Brendan is leaning against the bar, his arms folded on the counter. He watches Walker curiously. He had just watched him kill someone with his own bare hands. Yet now he was the usual Walker, the Walker that doesn't panic. He picks up the bottle of whiskey and pours another glass. He watches intently as Walker drinks this one in just as quick a time.
Walker places the glass on the bar and looks straight at Brendan, who looks back at him. Neither of them speak. Eventually Walker clears his throat and speaks 'I think we need to get rid of your problem. Don't you?' 'My problem? You're the one who killed him.' Brendan answers back. 'Now I don't recall him pointing a gun at my head.' Walker replies sarcastically. Brendan gives a slight chuckle as he stands up straight. 'He's both our problem then?' he concludes. 'And what are we going to do with our problem? I don't think Cheryl would appreciate walking in a finding a dead body on the floor of the office, do you?' Walker playfully asks Brendan. Brendan shakes his head, and concedes that Walker is right. Brendan strolls from around the bar, closing the door in the process. Walker stands waiting to follow Brendan's lead. Brendan brushes past Walker on purpose, wanting some sort of physical contact. The sight of someone killing for him had surprisingly aroused him. Walker smirks at Brendan, knowing full well what he was playing at. Brendan saunters into the office and crouches down next to the dead man. Walker stands behind him. 'Did you know who he was working for?' Walker asks. Brendan just murmurs. 'When should we expect them to pay a visit?' he asks as Brendan pulls out the man's wallet from his jacket pocket. He opens it and reads the drivers licence inside. 'He wasn't working for anyone.' he confidently tells. 'And you know that how?' Walker is intrigued. Brendan lifts a credit card into the air for Walker to see. 'He was on drugs. Probably thought hitting a club would pay for his next fix. How wrong he was.' Brendan gets to his feet. He turns to look at Walker, who is tilting his head to the side as he eyes Brendan curiously. 'Get his top.' Brendan issues his instructions and Walker obeys without protest.
The two men lift the dead man from the floor and out of the door. They walk through the club and down the stairs and into the basement. Brendan is catching his breath, leaning against two wooden crates. Walker is standing next to the body. 'Now what?' he asks, looking up at Brendan. Brendan shakes his head and gives Walker an expression that says 'I don't know.' 'Have you never got rid of a body before?' Walker probes - the policeman in him taking over. This could be the very information that could send Brendan away for years. Brendan looks down and remembers beating Danny Houston to death in that very spot. 'Mmmm' he answers. 'What did you do?' Walker questions. 'The river.' Brendan looks up at Walker, who doesn't give anything away. That really annoys him, how he can hardly ever tell what Walker is thinking. He always has the same expression on his face, always indifferent. 'I think that will be a little bit tricky, what with it being daytime.' Walker points out sarcastically. Brendan shoots Walker a look, it stops him in his tracks. It is a look he doesn't see very often, usually it is reserved for Joel. A look that tells the recipient to shut up if they value their life. Brendan is clearly not in the mood for jokes.
Brendan strolls forward and points his index finger into Walker's chest, he is stood sideways to the other man. He glances up from the corner of his eyes and goes to speak, but decides against it. Instead he pats Walker on the chest and heads for the door. Walker sniggers to himself as he watches Brendan strut out of the basement.
Walker is now sat on the sofa facing the bar. He is not doing anything in particular. Ash and some lad he doesn't even know the name of have arrived for their shift. Brendan is in his office and he's not seen Joel all day. He is watching the two behind the bar do whatever it is they're doing. 'We need some more orange juice. I'll go get some.' Ash tells the lad. As she moves to the end of the bar, Walker is on his feet. He storms forward, dodging the small table gracefully. 'I'll get it.' he says loudly. 'No, it's ok. I'll go.' Ash replies as the quickly moves around the bar and is almost at the top of the stairs. Walker darts in front of her, he can't let her in the cellar. 'You can't.' he tells her, towering over her at the top of the stairs. 'Why not?' she questions hands on hips and a petulant expression on her face. 'There's a leak.' a voice drifts across the room. Ash turns to the office and sees Brendan standing in the doorway. 'Now we wouldn't want you to go and hurt yourself, do we now?' Walker adds sarcastically. Ash shoots him a look of annoyance before she shakes her head and sulks back to the bar. Brendan saunters out of the doorway and looks at his two employees. 'No-one goes in the cellar except me or Walker.' he drawls. With that he retreats back into his office and Walker heads down the stairs.
It had been a fairly uneventful evening. Brendan had stayed hidden in his office, while Walker rotated between the bar and the office. It was now past 1am and the club was shut. Ash and the lad had cleared the bar and had gone off home, leaving just Brendan and Walker. Brendan is sat at his desk, deep in thought. Walker enters the room and stops a foot in front of the desk with his arms crossed, he is standing in almost the exact spot where the man earlier had stood. Brendan's eyes drift up from his desk and slowly up Walker's body. 'I think we need to get moving.' Walker informs Brendan, who sighs. He'd sooner not have to haul a dead body from the cellar, into the boot of his car and drive somewhere along the river to dump him. Begrudgingly he gets to his feet. Walker takes this as his cue and leaves the office. Brendan follows slowly, flicking the light switch off as he goes.
Brendan had gone and fetched his silver Mercedes, which was now parked outside the downstairs door to the club. Walker had wrapped the guy in some tarpaulin and was waiting for Brendan to return. His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out, a look of confusion spread across his face. Unknown number. He sighs. It's Shawnee. Pressing to accept the call he lifts the phone to his ear. 'What?' he whispers. She chuckles before replying 'Oh I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?'. 'What do you want?' he snaps while eyeing the door, knowing Brendan will be back any second. 'I just wanted to say good night.' her tone is sarcastic. 'That's it?' he raises his voice. She laughs. 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Oh, but you already have.' she laughs again and then the phone goes dead. Walker is baffled. Yeah he had pissed Shawnee off, but what was all that about. He was tempted to call her back. His thumb itching to dial her. 'Let's go.' Brendan said bringing Walker from his temptation. His eyes dart up, just how much of his bizarre call with Shawnee had he heard.
They'd successfully managed to carry the dead weight from the cellar, through the club and out of the door. They had just placed him in the boot without a sound. The village was empty, but it was getting on for 2am. Brendan closes the boot and hurries to the drivers side, before climbing in. Walker slowly walks to the passenger side. The moment he closes the door, Brendan has pulled away, clearly in no mood for hanging about.
They had been driving in tense silence for half an hour when Brendan turns the car down a dirt track. After a bumpy drive, he pulls to a halt, headlights shining out over the river. He doesn't say a word, instead he turns off the lights and engine and climbs out of the car. Walker takes a second to compose himself as he watches Brendan open the boot of the car. He quickly gets out of the car and walks round to the boot. Together they haul the dead body out of the boot and stumble along down to the edge of the river, he was twice the weight now after they had loaded his pockets and clothes with bricks and rocks in the cellar. They're standing on the water's edge, Brendan looks over at Walker, but he can't see his face in the darkness. 'Swing.' he mutters, Walker hears and begins to swing the man by his outstretched arms, Brendan by the legs. After swinging him for a minute or two, Brendan mutters 'Now.' and they both release him from their grips. The man flies through the air and then hit's the water with a SPLASH.
After a few minutes of standing on the river bank, in the darkness, not saying a word, Brendan returns to the car. After straining his eyes to make sure he couldn't see the shape of the man they had just dispatched into the river Walker sloped back to the car. After climbing in and closing the door they were sat in silence and then darkness after the interior light faded out. Brendan shifted in his seat, he was sat further back than before and was now level with Walker. The sexual tension was obvious to both of them. The silences only increased it. Walker fidgeted in his seat, he can tell that Brendan is staring at him, his neck and face are flush.
Seizing the opportunity Brendan pounces, closing the distance between them in seconds. With tiny beams of the appearing moonlight breaking through the clouds, he can see Walker's silhouette, and moves like a big cat claiming it's prey. He had wanted this all day. It had felt wrong that he had been aroused at the sight of Walker killing a man, but pushing those feelings aside he took what he needed and right now he needed Walker. He needed to feel his lips, he needed to feel his body pressed against his own. Pressing his full weight down against Walker, it's not the most comfortable position to be in, but that doesn't matter, right now his need is greater, than his comfort. Brendan kisses Walker passionately, pushes his mouth open and fills the space with his tongue, exploring and tasting. After kissing for a short while, his back begins to ache, having his legs still in the foot well of the driver's seat and his torso pressed against Walker was not working.
Brendan shifts so he is sat in Walker lap, something which results in a snigger from the trapped man. He quickly brings his legs over, so they are now both on the passenger's side. Brendan turns back to face Walker, who pulls him into him, planting a kiss on his swollen lips. Brendan lets his hands find their way up into Walker's hair and pulls a little too aggressively, enticing a sharp gasp to escape Walker's lips on his own. He can feel his erection growing and pressing against his black trousers and it doesn't hep that Walker has his arm wrapped around his waist pushing him down. The kissing is fast and passionate, both of them let out a little moan of desire every now and then and the windows are steaming up. Brendan has decided enough is enough and runs his hands down Walker's arms, across his stomach and to the belt on his jeans. Not breaking the contact between their lips he begins to undo the belt, arching his back to give himself a little more room.
Brendan has just undone Walker's belt when a light shines through the car. Instantly they pull apart, Brendan looks up and through the misty rear window he can see a car with blue lights approach. 'Fuck.' he snaps as Walker cranes his neck to see. Walker begins to push Brendan off him, but Brendan wont move. 'Get off.' he barks at the Irishman who is straddling him. 'Shhhh.' Brendan hisses, not moving. The headlights of the car are now accompanied by torch lights and they're heading right their way. 'What are you doing? They'll catch us!' Walker snaps as he does up his belt. Brendan leans in close, Walker can feel his hot breath on his neck causing the hairs to stand on end. 'Better this, than the reason we're here.' he whispers in his ear. Walker sighs, Brendan is right, better that the police think that they're fucking in the car than the alternative that they have just dumped a body.
They can see the hi-visibility coats outside either side of the car. There's a knock on the window next to where they are. Brendan sniffs and turns in the seat, so once again he is sat in Walker's lap. He leans forward and grabs the door handle and in one swift move he opens the door and steps outside, coming face to face with a male police officer. 'How can I help you officer?' he feigns innocence. 'We had a report of a car being parked down a dirt track.' the man replies in a monotone voice. Brendan looks back at the illuminated car and then back at the officer. 'Clearly they're right.' he smirks. 'Can I ask you what you are doing here at this time of night.' the officer asks, clearly ignoring Brendan's sarcastic remark. 'What do you think?' he asks, standing squarely in front of the man, rolling his shoulders. The office looks at Brendan and then at the car, he sees that Walker is still sat in the seat. 'Would you please get out of the car, sir?' he says louder. His colleague watches intently from the other side of the car. Walker climbs out of the car and joins Brendan. The officer looks at Walker and his brows furrow. He's seen him before. Walker looks down at the ground. His heart is racing, is his cover blown?
Author's Note - sorry for any mistakes or anything that seems a little confusing - really wanted to get this chapter out despite a headache and writers block L I apologise if it's a bit rubbish.