This I believe is the end. Thank you for your lovely reviews.
"Both of you meet me at the car, now!" Harry barks down the phone.
Dimitri and Tariq are in the pods within seconds.
"Where are we going?" asks Dimitri, checking his gun clip, as the Range Rover screeches away from Thames House.
"Church," says Ruth.
"Hostages?" asks Tariq.
"Or bomb?" demands Dimitri.
"Wedding," answers Harry.
"Ours," adds Ruth.
"Afternoon Bishop, thank you for doing this."
"I'm not sure you gave me a great deal of choice, Sir Harry."
"There are always choices."
"Mmm," says the bishop, not quite so certain, "and it appears you have made yours," he turns to Ruth.
"Shall we….?"
"Let's," she smiles.
"Are these your witnesses?" the bishop glances at a dumbfounded Dimitri and Tariq.
"Yes," says Harry.
"Are they alright?" he whispers.
"They're just getting over a small shock. They'll be fine."
"By the power invested in me I now pronounce you man and wife. You may…."
The bishop never bothers finishing the sentence, the bride is already being kissed.
And kissed well.
