Chapter 1: Carcer
This is a work of pure fiction. All of the properties herein are the property of Terry Pratchett, and none will be marketed for profit.
VIMES/ANGUA YES! Finally something without Carrot as the main romance lead! And I never liked Sybil that much either! As a note, this is not a slash story. If you see anything that looks like slash, its not!
Vimes relaxed in his chair. It seemed like this might be a good day after all. Ping burst in. ''Sir, you've got to come quick, sir! Two of the lads are dead already, Sergeant Smith is missing sir. I-'' Ping trailed off as Vimes rocketed out the door.
He met the stretchers in Easy Street. He was tired by then, but the sight of two watchmen lying cold and bloodied fuelled his determination. He turned to one of the bearers. ''Get them to Igor quick. Ping, you come with me'', he said as the exhausted corporal caught up with him.
''Carrot, where's Smith?'' Vimes asked Carrot. The seven foot tall captain was sheltering behind a cart, as well as what appeared to be the entire watch. The captain glanced up nervously. ''Well he went in to try and talk with them, sir, as he said he knew them. When he didn't come out, Angua smelt blood so she went in.'' ''On how many legs?'' asked Vimes while simultaneously trying to cock his crossbow. ''Uh, two sir, but she hasn't come out, so-wait for me, sir!''
Vimes peered around the doorframe. No one was visible, but he could hear Smiths voice, so he strained to listen. ''Look, just drop the girl, Al. You know you can't win. Silver bullets or no, you won't walk out alive'' ''We got a new leader, Pro. He gonna sort you out.'' Grunted Al 'That's nice, but-' ''Hello, Pro'' Vimes knew that voice. ''Why you holding us up, Pro? You used to be so nice!'' Vimes knew the voice from somewhere. It had that chirpy edge to it, but surely it couldn't be- ''Fuck you, Carcer'' snarled Pro.
TBC (obviously)
This is a work of pure fiction. All of the properties herein are the property of Terry Pratchett, and none will be marketed for profit.
VIMES/ANGUA YES! Finally something without Carrot as the main romance lead! And I never liked Sybil that much either! As a note, this is not a slash story. If you see anything that looks like slash, its not!
Vimes relaxed in his chair. It seemed like this might be a good day after all. Ping burst in. ''Sir, you've got to come quick, sir! Two of the lads are dead already, Sergeant Smith is missing sir. I-'' Ping trailed off as Vimes rocketed out the door.
He met the stretchers in Easy Street. He was tired by then, but the sight of two watchmen lying cold and bloodied fuelled his determination. He turned to one of the bearers. ''Get them to Igor quick. Ping, you come with me'', he said as the exhausted corporal caught up with him.
''Carrot, where's Smith?'' Vimes asked Carrot. The seven foot tall captain was sheltering behind a cart, as well as what appeared to be the entire watch. The captain glanced up nervously. ''Well he went in to try and talk with them, sir, as he said he knew them. When he didn't come out, Angua smelt blood so she went in.'' ''On how many legs?'' asked Vimes while simultaneously trying to cock his crossbow. ''Uh, two sir, but she hasn't come out, so-wait for me, sir!''
Vimes peered around the doorframe. No one was visible, but he could hear Smiths voice, so he strained to listen. ''Look, just drop the girl, Al. You know you can't win. Silver bullets or no, you won't walk out alive'' ''We got a new leader, Pro. He gonna sort you out.'' Grunted Al 'That's nice, but-' ''Hello, Pro'' Vimes knew that voice. ''Why you holding us up, Pro? You used to be so nice!'' Vimes knew the voice from somewhere. It had that chirpy edge to it, but surely it couldn't be- ''Fuck you, Carcer'' snarled Pro.
TBC (obviously)