** For authors notes, disclaimer etc. see chapter 1
Hijack hijinks 4/?
"I swear if you don't start fuckin talkin I'm going to leave you to the mercy of fuckin ministerial security when they get here and trust me you don't want me to fuckin do that. Those guys are counter terrorism fuckin trained and if they think you know fuck all about who has Nicola and what they want they will make sure to get it out of you no matter what it fuckin takes am I gettin' fuckin through here?" Malcolm shouted leaning across the table to where Elvis looked like he might be about to have a heart attack he'd gone such a glowing shade of beetroot.
"Elvis if you know something just fucking tell us, I mean you're already in a fucking shit load of trouble. Did you tell them the car wasn't GPS protected? Did you tell them you'd stop it outside that fucking dive of a supermarket this morning?" Ollie sighed the sense of doom that had been slowly building as the morning went on starting to feel like a crushing weight on his chest as the driver still refused to speak.
"This is getting us fucking nowhere he knows what's going on and he just won't talk. Where the hell are MS Malcolm you called them half an hour ago!" Glen shouted pacing back and forward along the floor to ceiling window of the conference room until Ollie finally grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks just as Malcolm slammed his fist onto the table and everyone in the room jumped.
"You have exactly 5 fuckin seconds to start talking before I put in the call and get them here with all fuckin lights blaring and arms fuckin drawn!" He shouted "Right now they have this on medium priority because we didn't know what we were dealing with. Now we fuckin do I can have them here dragging you and every other driver in the fuckin ministerial pool to the nearest back end of nowhere hovel to torture it fuckin out of you all."
"OK look it wasn't me, I like the Minster I wouldn't do anything to put her in danger she's the only one of you lot that treats me with any fucking respect." Elvis snapped back glaring from Malcolm to glen then to Ollie and back again.
"Respect? Fuckin respect? Christ fuckin alive I can't believe I'm hearing this, you're a fuckin driver the only qualifications you need are a clean driving licence and a police record that shows you're not a fuckin terrorist of sex fuckin pest. Your job is to drive the fuckin minster your assigned to from place to fuckin place without screwing up and you've proved today you can't even fuckin do that what the hell thinks you've earned any respect?"
"Malcolm shut up for a fucking minute and let him talk will you!" Ollie shouted moving closer to where the driver was sitting and perching on the end of the desk. "We all like Nicola that's why we want her back her safe before something goes wrong and she is in real danger so just tell us what you know ok?"
"There's been some talk around the drivers pool, I don't know exactly who it is that's involved but they aren't happy about the pay cut. I can't say I'm that thrilled about it myself but…"
"So now you're fuckin admitting that you wanted to do something because you got your fuckin wages cut by half a fuckin percentage point well that's it I…"
"Malcolm what part of shut the fuck up are you not listening to?" Ollie snapped ignoring the "what the fuck are you doing" look from Glen. "Let him talk then if he has had something to do with it I'll hold him down myself while you beat the fucking shit out of him ok?"
"Where the fuck did you get a fucking back bone from?" Malcolm replied holding his hands up "Fuckin fine over to you but I mean it my finger is on the fuckin speed dial for the cavalry here."
"Look there was talk that someone had been approached to pass in information about where ministers where going to be and when and to let someone else know what the security arrangements were around different ministers." Elvis continued staring at his hands for a second before beginning again as Malcolm held up his phone his finger hovering over the call button. "Last week when I was off on holiday and Mathews was doing the minister's run he…..look he told me when he came back that I was doing too much that I was weakening their cause in the whole pay debate thing and to stick to the fuckin stupid work to rule shite they've had us on but I told him to go fuck himself that I was here because I wanted to fuckin be here and if wanted to be a wanker like the others then to fucking get on with it but….."
"But what?" Glen shouted finally coming out of the corner he'd retreated to when Ollie and Malcolm had been arguing "Come on Elvis fucking spit it out already Ollie can only keep the king of the fucking hill here from making that call for so long."
"Damn fuckin right I've had e-fuckin-nough of this time to…."
"No Mr Tucker look all I'm saying is that I heard Mathews on the phone yesterday in the drivers room at the HoC he was telling whoever it was that sometimes I stopped at the Tesco by the minister's house to get stuff for you. That's all I know but if I was you I'd talk to him."
"Right I'll have his fuckin balls for a Christmas fuckin decoration, fuckin Mathews I should have had his fuckin ass fired when he was caught using the fuckin ministerial car as a shag fuckin wagon on his off time." Malcolm shouted storming out of the room already on the phone as Ollie and Glen looked at Elvis and Ollie took a deep breath.
"You did good now just pray we fucking find her." He sighed glancing at Glen knowing they were both thinking the same thing. If Nicola was found and this all went away with the minimum about of fuss Elvis might just have a chance of getting away with his job intact not to mention his limbs. If she wasn't though and this Mathews person denied having any knowledge and couldn't be linked to the hijacking Elvis was in as much trouble as his name sake and would be lucky to escape the same fate though in case it wouldn't be at the hands of drink and fried sandwiches it would be at the fate of Malcolm Tucker and that would be a thousand times worse.
