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R for Revenge

Chapter Two

In a concrete high rise storey flat Brenda Strong paced the floor of her tiny kitchen and pointed her two fingers, a cigarette lodged between them towards the spare bedroom were John Morgan had taken over days before "How long is he going to be staying here?"

Mike Strong looked up from his Sunday paper "A few days maybe more"

"Mike he gives me the creeps" she pulled her pink towelling dressing gown around herself as a sudden chill ran down her spine "he talks to himself and he won't let me into my own spare bedroom, you know he's put a lock on the door?"

"A man needs his privacy and for god sake woman get dressed" Mike barked back

She took another long drag on her cig "Why, you never take me anywhere"

"If you smarted yourself up, I might"

Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a haggard looking woman staring back, blonde lifeless hair hung down around her face, crow feet had appeared years ago to the edges of her eyes. Her face was now saggy and more lined then when she had first met Mike, she knew smoking didn't help her skin but it was the only pleasure she had and the occasional pint of bitter when she played bingo at the local working men's club, taking a final drag of her cigarette she slowly released the smoke down her nose; she stubbed the butt out in the nearby ashtray and turned to her husband "Where is he anyway?"

The smoke appearing from her nose remind him of a bull ready to attack "Went to see an old friend" he lied

CI5 CI5 CI5

Doyle thanked the manager of the cricket club and turned to see Bodie had changed into light grey flared slacks and a cream shirt as he exited the changing rooms which was the complete opposite of Doyle's tight fitting blue jeans and dark blue T-shirt "Well no one saw anyone hanging around the changing rooms" Doyle informed Bodie as his partner approached him.

"Security's nonexistent around here anyone can just walk in" Bodie replied as they headed towards the exit door

"Yeah that figures they let you in" Doyle joked as he reached for the door handle

"Ah, ah"

Outside in the car park Doyle opened the driver's side door of his Ford Capri and threw the keys over the roof at Bodie before climbing in; he picked up the radio "4.5 to Alpha come in Alpha"

Catching the keys Bodie walked round to the rear of the car and unlocked the boot placing his black cricket bag inside he then walked back towards the passenger side door and stopped, he had an eerie feeling he was been watched but looking around he saw no one, just people going about their own business on a warm Sunday afternoon. He reprimanded himself for letting his imagination get the better of him; shaking his head he opened the car door and climbed in passing the keys back to Doyle.

"You ok?"

"Yeah"

"Cowley wants us back a base" Doyle informed him as the car's engine purred to life

From across the street on a roof top John Morgan's put down his camera and picked up his rifle, looking through the sight of the rifle he watched Bodie load his cricket bag into the boot, his finger gently rubbed up and down the trigger at thought of killing Bodie. He closed his eyes trying to stop the images flashing through his mind of years of torture, treated no better than a dog and all because of Bodie.

"Filth, worthless scum, take his life have your revenge, shoot now" his inner voice taunted him

Sweat poured down Morgan's face he turned away from the roof edge "No not yet, he as to suffer" he told his inner voice.

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Cowley sat behind his desk as soon as Bodie and Doyle walked into his office he removed his glasses and stood, he walked around his desk with a slight limp, the old injury from a bullet lodged in his leg was playing up but as always suffered in silence, he headed to the cabinet where he kept his bottle of whiskey, he poured himself a glass "I would pour you one but you both need to keep clear heads, he saw the disappointed looks on their faces.

"Well Bodie any ideas, any one you can thing of who would want revenge?"

Bodie sat down in the chair opposite Cowley's desk and shrugged his shoulder "no one springs to mind"

"Think man" Cowley snapped back

"Look in my line of work I make lots of enemies, I don't keep a list"

"It could be any one from our past cases" Doyle commented from his leaning position against the filing cabinet.

"Or it could be just a practical joke, it's just a card sir" Bodie was playing it down but his stomach had already started to tightened, he didn't like the thought of not knowing who his enemy was, he preferred to face them head on.

"Aye, but still we have to take it seriously" Cowley sat back down behind his desk and took a sip of his whiskey "he knew exactly where you would be this afternoon; he may even have followed you from your apartment" Cowley replaced his glasses and picked up the receiver of his telephone. "Go home Bodie start packing your moving apartments"

"Yes sir" Bodie rose to his feet

"And then I want you back here, you're going to go through every case file you've worked on, starting with the unsolved ones" Cowley saw the frown that appeared on Bodie's face and the smirk on Doyle's "I don't know why your smirking Doyle, from now on your his shadow, where he goes you go"

This time it was Bodie's turn to smirk "Even to the bathroom sir?"

"If needs be" Cowley replied, he watched his two top agents leave his office and then smirked himself before he started to dial the number he wanted.

"Alison, I need all the unsolved cases files Bodie's worked on and then all the solved cases"

"Yes Mr Cowley, I'll get them out" he heard Alison replied down the phone

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Mike Strong hadn't let him down; he had given him Bodie's current address, Morgan pulled Mike's car to a stop outside the address on the piece of paper, he looked at the pre-war townhouse that was now converted into flats. He reached over the seat and retrieved a tool box from the back seat then climbed out. He reached the front door of the building just as a young woman came out wearing a low cut top with a mini skirt and platform shoes.

"Hi luv, looking for flat 4" he lied

"Go on up, it's on the second floor" she replied as she left, he admired the view of her long legs and tight bum in that short skirt as she walked down the path. He climbed the stairs and found the flat he was looking for number 5 not 4.

A misspent youth, army training and being a mercenary had taught him quite a few useful things like picking locks, disarming alarm systems and best of all explosives. Putting on his gloves he heard movement on the stairs below him, he made short work of picking the lock and entered the flat just as he saw an elderly woman reaching the top of the stairs, he closed the door and disarmed the alarm system. Taking a moment he let his eyes roam over the small uncluttered flat, it was nothing flash but then again Bodie always did have simple tastes. His eyes drifted towards a cabinet, it would be the ideal place to hide the explosive device, but not yet he casually walked over to the fridge running his fingertips along the kitchen counter as if he all the time in the world he opened the door and peered inside, helping himself to a can of beer, he looked around as he pulled the ring and drank from it, he now noticed the loaf of bread sat on the kitchen counter he looked back towards the fridge and the cheese inside it

"While you starved he ate and drank all he wanted, now it his turn to suffer"

Morgan made a cheese sandwich and ate it as he set to work on the explosive device.

Half an hour later Morgan was sat near the window of a rented bed-sit across the street from Bodie's flat, on the table beside him lay the remote control that would set the explosives off, he watched the Ford Capri as it pulled up outside Bodie's flat and saw Bodie and another climb out, he watched them head towards the front door. He licked his dry lips and looked at the remote control.

Bodie and Doyle climbed out of the Capri and headed up the path "It shouldn't take me long to pack" Bodie was saying when they both heard the radio "Base to 4.5 come in 4.5"

"Go ahead" Doyle shouted over his shoulder as he back tracked down the path towards his car.

Bodie entered the front door and climbed the stairs like he had done hundreds of times before, he saw Mrs Smith on the stairs "nice afternoon"

"Is it, if you had my bunions you wouldn't think so"

Bodie had laugh to himself, the day she was happy hell would freeze over. He opened the door to his flat and switch off the alarm system, throwing his keys on the small table by the door he headed straight for the fridge and a cool beer; one won't hurt. Taking a sip he walked into his bedroom and froze, on the wall behind his bed the words R for Revenge was sprayed across it in black; he backed up and turned the words Doyle started to form on his lips but where never spoken.

John Morgan looked through his binoculars, he watched as Bodie entered his flat and walked over to the fridge just like he had done earlier and taking a can of beer out.

"Filfh, worthless scum; blow him into tiny pieces, take your revenge"

He picked up the remote control as soon as Bodie walked into his bedroom his sweaty finger pushed the button, there was a minutes delay and then boom, the windows in Bodie's flat exploded outwards sending shard of glass and wood flying downwards like rain.

Turning the corner on the stairs Doyle was blown backwards against the wall by the shear force of the explosion, it took him a few seconds to realised what had just happened

"Bodie" he screamed out as he took the next flight of stairs two at a time

TBC