I do not own Discworld, I do not own l-space, but I do own bob, the thief
of fire and I know I've screwed up the timeline a bit, okay so no flamers
about that please.
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*He dived headlong out the window, and grabbing hold of a tree brunch swung himself around and flipped onto the roof behind him, he listened intently, he could here no noise, but better safe than sorry. He reached for his knapsack, and pulled out a glass vial and a little tin with a paintbrush in, he pulled the paintbrush out of the tin and started painting his boots and armpits, and the rest of the normally smelly parts on a boy. Now he stank, inside the tin was essence of the river ankh, he'd intercepted a shipment that was on its way to some rich merchant who'd sent for the stuff. Next, he did up his knapsack, and feeling sorry for the man in the room below, threw the glass bottle through the open window, and legged it, he slipped down off the roof, down the side of the building, onto the ground below, where he had climbed from, he heard the duke from his room; "URGH, what the hell? THIEF!!!!" Bob ran as fast as he could, spilling essence of ankh as he ran, obscuring his tracks from the rumored werewolf, he ran down the street, through an alley, into another street, he saw a watchman yell: "Hey you, stop!" Then the watchwoman he was with started chasing after him, he dodged down an alley, glanced behind him, and saw an enormous dog chasing him, the woman must of slowed down. He turned around again and put on an extra sprint, he was glad his knapsack was tied tightly to his back, because otherwise it would have slowed him down so much, the wolf wasn't gaining, but he wasn't losing it either. 'this must be the fabled werewolf' he thought, and lobbed the remaining can of Ankh essence at it, it yelped and swerved to avoid it, Bob carried on running towards the river.*
Bob opened the case, the contents didn't look much, a sick with a knob on the end, a silver cigarette case, and a razor in a pool of water, held in the never spilling magical water, the blade always pointed hubwards.
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Samuel Vimes was fully awake by now, he'd heard glass smash, then he'd woken up to the smell of lying face down in the river ankh, (yes, he still remembered waking up after exiting the drum horizontally) he saw someone running past the bear traps he'd hidden in the grass, and yelled "stop thief." He hadn't even noticed what was missing, he ran out of the room, still in his nightclothes, it was only, an hour later when the interchangeable Emmas were fishing his stuff out of the bedroom to be washed that he noticed It was gone. His case, the one with the cigarette case from Sybil, His razor, and his truncheon of office. The thief must have been extremely skilled to take it. He got dressed, hadn't the patrician got the case and its contents put on the list of unstealables? He put his sword in his belt and walked down to the watch house, who ever it was sergeant Angua would have caught him, he arrived at the watch house to see Angua wrapped up in a blanket with her nose in a bowl of flowers, "Sorry sir, he ran me into Foul Old Ron, he was a hell of a runner though." She sneezed to try and get the terrible smell out of her nose. "Are you okay sergeant?" "I'm sorry sir, gonna have to take the rest of today off, I just came in to tell you." She picked up the bowl and walked to the duty roster where she signed off. Vimes heard the sound of glass tinkling and ran up to his office, the window had a small hole next to the latch, and the small disc was lying smashed on the floor. Every where was the smell of the ankh again, and there, in the center of the room, in the middle of his desk sat............. The Case.
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I'll put in the street names when I find my copy of the streets of Ankh- Morpok review to find out (and nobody's won that competition yet (or even tried)) sorry, another short chapter, but I had to leave that hanging there, more soon.
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*He dived headlong out the window, and grabbing hold of a tree brunch swung himself around and flipped onto the roof behind him, he listened intently, he could here no noise, but better safe than sorry. He reached for his knapsack, and pulled out a glass vial and a little tin with a paintbrush in, he pulled the paintbrush out of the tin and started painting his boots and armpits, and the rest of the normally smelly parts on a boy. Now he stank, inside the tin was essence of the river ankh, he'd intercepted a shipment that was on its way to some rich merchant who'd sent for the stuff. Next, he did up his knapsack, and feeling sorry for the man in the room below, threw the glass bottle through the open window, and legged it, he slipped down off the roof, down the side of the building, onto the ground below, where he had climbed from, he heard the duke from his room; "URGH, what the hell? THIEF!!!!" Bob ran as fast as he could, spilling essence of ankh as he ran, obscuring his tracks from the rumored werewolf, he ran down the street, through an alley, into another street, he saw a watchman yell: "Hey you, stop!" Then the watchwoman he was with started chasing after him, he dodged down an alley, glanced behind him, and saw an enormous dog chasing him, the woman must of slowed down. He turned around again and put on an extra sprint, he was glad his knapsack was tied tightly to his back, because otherwise it would have slowed him down so much, the wolf wasn't gaining, but he wasn't losing it either. 'this must be the fabled werewolf' he thought, and lobbed the remaining can of Ankh essence at it, it yelped and swerved to avoid it, Bob carried on running towards the river.*
Bob opened the case, the contents didn't look much, a sick with a knob on the end, a silver cigarette case, and a razor in a pool of water, held in the never spilling magical water, the blade always pointed hubwards.
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Samuel Vimes was fully awake by now, he'd heard glass smash, then he'd woken up to the smell of lying face down in the river ankh, (yes, he still remembered waking up after exiting the drum horizontally) he saw someone running past the bear traps he'd hidden in the grass, and yelled "stop thief." He hadn't even noticed what was missing, he ran out of the room, still in his nightclothes, it was only, an hour later when the interchangeable Emmas were fishing his stuff out of the bedroom to be washed that he noticed It was gone. His case, the one with the cigarette case from Sybil, His razor, and his truncheon of office. The thief must have been extremely skilled to take it. He got dressed, hadn't the patrician got the case and its contents put on the list of unstealables? He put his sword in his belt and walked down to the watch house, who ever it was sergeant Angua would have caught him, he arrived at the watch house to see Angua wrapped up in a blanket with her nose in a bowl of flowers, "Sorry sir, he ran me into Foul Old Ron, he was a hell of a runner though." She sneezed to try and get the terrible smell out of her nose. "Are you okay sergeant?" "I'm sorry sir, gonna have to take the rest of today off, I just came in to tell you." She picked up the bowl and walked to the duty roster where she signed off. Vimes heard the sound of glass tinkling and ran up to his office, the window had a small hole next to the latch, and the small disc was lying smashed on the floor. Every where was the smell of the ankh again, and there, in the center of the room, in the middle of his desk sat............. The Case.
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I'll put in the street names when I find my copy of the streets of Ankh- Morpok review to find out (and nobody's won that competition yet (or even tried)) sorry, another short chapter, but I had to leave that hanging there, more soon.