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.
O and writing in between #s are thoughts, doesn't take a genius to work out whose.
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"Commander, we have 2 drunk men in the cells, one ran into detritus and is currently unconscious, while the other was singing something about your case."
"Get Detritus and the other arresting officer down to the interrogation cell, you know, the one with the chains on the walls."
"Yes sir! What do I do with the other prisoner sir?"
"Wait till he's woken up, then take his finger marks and toss him into the street."
"Yes sir."
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"If you would so kindly press your finger down on this piece of paper."
A blonde sergeant had smeared ink onto his fingers, now she was guiding them into boxes on a piece of paper.
"Huh, what's going on? Where am I? What day is it?"
"Shh, you took quite a blow to the head, you ran into sergeant Detritus, I'm amazed you're awake this early, it's Monday, you've been here overnight."
"Huh, doctors?"
"No, the watch house."
Bob sat bolt upright at this point,
"Watch house, what are you doing? Why am I here?"
There seemed to be something familiar about the sergeant, but he couldn't place it, she had long blonde hair, and a sexy but dangerous grin that seemed to say, get to know me, I'm not that big a bitch. As he stared to her he thought to himself, maybe, just maybe there's a chance. He began to concentrate; he was starting to feel lucky.
_____________________________(Perspective shift)
Angua had just got on duty and she was happy, they'd caught the basterd who'd shoved her nose into that stuff, and maybe she could make him pay a little before Vimes took him off to what ever fate he had in store for him. Strange, the guy's friend was starting to look slightly different.
"Don't worry, Bob, just a new procedure, and I."
She corrected herself:
"WE wanted to make sure you were alright after that bang with the sergeant."
"How did you know my name?"
He looked so worried, so puzzled so... cute, wait what was she thinking, this wasn't her, she shook her head slightly and started to feela bit better.
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Her long blonde hair rippled as she shook her head.
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"Well you do carry a thieves guild membership."
"Oh yeah."
"All done."
She pulled the piece of paper away
"There, simple, now mister Vimes gave orders to throw you out, but I'm kinda busy so do you think you could take care of that yourself?"
He looked so young, about 16, and surprisingly innocent for a youth in Ankh- Morpork.
"Yeah I can go, I er think I know the way, erm, do you mind telling me your name
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# Oh god I actually said erm #
She laughed
# This is so embarrassing. #
"Yeah, it's Angua, sergeant Angua"
"Thanks, bye, he turned and legged it, he stopped concentrating when he got out the door.
# Hopefully I wasn't too suspicious. #
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She watched him go out the door.
# Teenagers, all the same, a little ripple of the hair and they're not sure whether I'll kiss or bite. #
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The trolls dropped him in the chair, was there blood on the table, why were chains on the walls, they walked out locking the door behind them, they looked more scared than anything else, then a single match flared in the corner and he heard the sound of a cigar being puffed to life He looked around, it was a dark room, chains lined the wall, it was empty, apart from him, the chair, and the man in the corner, the only light came from the cigar, and a small stream coming through a tiny slit window.
*********************************************** (A.N I could have left you hanging here, aren't I generous) *********************************************** The man spoke up.
"So, you're quite the star aren't you?"
"Erm sir, I don't know."
The blow came out of nowhere, the chair fell over and he slid across the floor.
"Cut the bull crap lady, I know who you are and what you did."
Nick caught the glimpse of a badge on the mans chest. There was a chance he could escape with no more injuries.
"You're a copper aren't you?"
Nick stood up and started circling with the man.
"Oh so the penny drops."
"Well here's me thinking that a copper's not aloud to hit prisoners."
This time it was an Elbow.
"That's very true, but you see, you're not even a prisoner."
There was something eerie about the man's voice, it had no malice in at all, he just sounded like he was doing a job, a rather unpleasant one, but slightly enjoyable.
"What?"
"Prisoners have rights!!"
"So I'm lower than a prisoner."
"Stop playing this game Mr. Mountain."
He was expecting it this time; he dodged under the blow and tripped his opponent.
"Ooof! Normally you would go straight in the mime dungeon. But I'm not a nice guy, and I'm an opportunist."
He swung his feet round flipping the chair into Nick's face as he got up.
"OW!!"
"Forget the marquis of fantailer boy, especially against me. I'm the anti- marquis. Now as I was saying, confess, tell me what you did and how you did it, and you might see daylight again.
"I don't know what I'm here for!!!!"
"MY CASE BOY!!!!"
Vimes roared as he pinned the boy against the wall.
"Don't play silly buggers with me and expect to come out alive, now, either you can confess, now!!! Or we can prove you did it, see those black marks on your fingers."
Nick didn't dare speak or look down, he just nodded slightly.
"Well if you did it, then they prove you did, and if you didn't then you're going to tell me bloody well who did!"
With his free hand he attached the manacles on the walls to Nick's arms, then he pulled his arm off the boys neck and chained his feet as well.
"I'm going now, you're past a confession, and if you truly didn't do it, I'll know, and you can give me a name then, okay?"
He asked as he patted the shocked boy on the cheek.
Vimes banged three times on the piece of wood next to the door, then came the sound of a rock being levered away. Then after a few seconds of someone fumbling with a lock, the door opened. Vimes strolled out as the door slammed behind him.
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"So was it him?"
The commander asked the dwarf.
"It was the one we released sir." Said Cherie, "I compared the fingerprints of the one in the cell, and they didn't match any on the case. So I tried the boy who came with him, on a hunch, and I was correct."
"Okay, get me all the men we can, we're going to the thieves guild."
"Yes sir. Oh, sir, have you informed the Patrician about your case?"
"What about my case sergeant, we're going to talk to a Mr. Bob Bobson about the disappearance of a man of the same name, I can't remember anything about any case at all, and neither can any one else, I wont take watchmen with bad memories in my force, or stupid ones neither."
"What about Nick Mountain?"
"Who, never heard of him, oh yes he one 100 dollars off me in a game of poker, didn't he?"
"Oh, yes sir."
"No wait, it was 1000 wasn't it, my memory must be going."
"Oh yes, I'll escort him back to the thieves guild when you're back."
Cherie Littlebottom knew when to be discreet. The Patrician wouldn't care much, but he might ruin the duke's plans.
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DUN DUN DUN, again a cliffhanger. Will Bob escape for a second time, what is Commander Vimes' plan, what relevance does this have to the beginning of the story, and will I update before next Christmas find out next time, same author, same story, different date.
Finally a longish chapter. Sorry if Angua seems OOC, but she's being influenced by Bob's magic power thingy (I don't want to give to much away if you haven't worked it out for yourself yet)
O and writing in between #s are thoughts, doesn't take a genius to work out whose.
**************************************************************************** ***********************************************
"Commander, we have 2 drunk men in the cells, one ran into detritus and is currently unconscious, while the other was singing something about your case."
"Get Detritus and the other arresting officer down to the interrogation cell, you know, the one with the chains on the walls."
"Yes sir! What do I do with the other prisoner sir?"
"Wait till he's woken up, then take his finger marks and toss him into the street."
"Yes sir."
**************************************************************************** ***********************************************
"If you would so kindly press your finger down on this piece of paper."
A blonde sergeant had smeared ink onto his fingers, now she was guiding them into boxes on a piece of paper.
"Huh, what's going on? Where am I? What day is it?"
"Shh, you took quite a blow to the head, you ran into sergeant Detritus, I'm amazed you're awake this early, it's Monday, you've been here overnight."
"Huh, doctors?"
"No, the watch house."
Bob sat bolt upright at this point,
"Watch house, what are you doing? Why am I here?"
There seemed to be something familiar about the sergeant, but he couldn't place it, she had long blonde hair, and a sexy but dangerous grin that seemed to say, get to know me, I'm not that big a bitch. As he stared to her he thought to himself, maybe, just maybe there's a chance. He began to concentrate; he was starting to feel lucky.
_____________________________(Perspective shift)
Angua had just got on duty and she was happy, they'd caught the basterd who'd shoved her nose into that stuff, and maybe she could make him pay a little before Vimes took him off to what ever fate he had in store for him. Strange, the guy's friend was starting to look slightly different.
"Don't worry, Bob, just a new procedure, and I."
She corrected herself:
"WE wanted to make sure you were alright after that bang with the sergeant."
"How did you know my name?"
He looked so worried, so puzzled so... cute, wait what was she thinking, this wasn't her, she shook her head slightly and started to feela bit better.
____________________________
Her long blonde hair rippled as she shook her head.
____________________________
"Well you do carry a thieves guild membership."
"Oh yeah."
"All done."
She pulled the piece of paper away
"There, simple, now mister Vimes gave orders to throw you out, but I'm kinda busy so do you think you could take care of that yourself?"
He looked so young, about 16, and surprisingly innocent for a youth in Ankh- Morpork.
"Yeah I can go, I er think I know the way, erm, do you mind telling me your name
____________________________
# Oh god I actually said erm #
She laughed
# This is so embarrassing. #
"Yeah, it's Angua, sergeant Angua"
"Thanks, bye, he turned and legged it, he stopped concentrating when he got out the door.
# Hopefully I wasn't too suspicious. #
__________________________
She watched him go out the door.
# Teenagers, all the same, a little ripple of the hair and they're not sure whether I'll kiss or bite. #
__________________________
The trolls dropped him in the chair, was there blood on the table, why were chains on the walls, they walked out locking the door behind them, they looked more scared than anything else, then a single match flared in the corner and he heard the sound of a cigar being puffed to life He looked around, it was a dark room, chains lined the wall, it was empty, apart from him, the chair, and the man in the corner, the only light came from the cigar, and a small stream coming through a tiny slit window.
*********************************************** (A.N I could have left you hanging here, aren't I generous) *********************************************** The man spoke up.
"So, you're quite the star aren't you?"
"Erm sir, I don't know."
The blow came out of nowhere, the chair fell over and he slid across the floor.
"Cut the bull crap lady, I know who you are and what you did."
Nick caught the glimpse of a badge on the mans chest. There was a chance he could escape with no more injuries.
"You're a copper aren't you?"
Nick stood up and started circling with the man.
"Oh so the penny drops."
"Well here's me thinking that a copper's not aloud to hit prisoners."
This time it was an Elbow.
"That's very true, but you see, you're not even a prisoner."
There was something eerie about the man's voice, it had no malice in at all, he just sounded like he was doing a job, a rather unpleasant one, but slightly enjoyable.
"What?"
"Prisoners have rights!!"
"So I'm lower than a prisoner."
"Stop playing this game Mr. Mountain."
He was expecting it this time; he dodged under the blow and tripped his opponent.
"Ooof! Normally you would go straight in the mime dungeon. But I'm not a nice guy, and I'm an opportunist."
He swung his feet round flipping the chair into Nick's face as he got up.
"OW!!"
"Forget the marquis of fantailer boy, especially against me. I'm the anti- marquis. Now as I was saying, confess, tell me what you did and how you did it, and you might see daylight again.
"I don't know what I'm here for!!!!"
"MY CASE BOY!!!!"
Vimes roared as he pinned the boy against the wall.
"Don't play silly buggers with me and expect to come out alive, now, either you can confess, now!!! Or we can prove you did it, see those black marks on your fingers."
Nick didn't dare speak or look down, he just nodded slightly.
"Well if you did it, then they prove you did, and if you didn't then you're going to tell me bloody well who did!"
With his free hand he attached the manacles on the walls to Nick's arms, then he pulled his arm off the boys neck and chained his feet as well.
"I'm going now, you're past a confession, and if you truly didn't do it, I'll know, and you can give me a name then, okay?"
He asked as he patted the shocked boy on the cheek.
Vimes banged three times on the piece of wood next to the door, then came the sound of a rock being levered away. Then after a few seconds of someone fumbling with a lock, the door opened. Vimes strolled out as the door slammed behind him.
________________________________________________________________________
"So was it him?"
The commander asked the dwarf.
"It was the one we released sir." Said Cherie, "I compared the fingerprints of the one in the cell, and they didn't match any on the case. So I tried the boy who came with him, on a hunch, and I was correct."
"Okay, get me all the men we can, we're going to the thieves guild."
"Yes sir. Oh, sir, have you informed the Patrician about your case?"
"What about my case sergeant, we're going to talk to a Mr. Bob Bobson about the disappearance of a man of the same name, I can't remember anything about any case at all, and neither can any one else, I wont take watchmen with bad memories in my force, or stupid ones neither."
"What about Nick Mountain?"
"Who, never heard of him, oh yes he one 100 dollars off me in a game of poker, didn't he?"
"Oh, yes sir."
"No wait, it was 1000 wasn't it, my memory must be going."
"Oh yes, I'll escort him back to the thieves guild when you're back."
Cherie Littlebottom knew when to be discreet. The Patrician wouldn't care much, but he might ruin the duke's plans.
____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________
DUN DUN DUN, again a cliffhanger. Will Bob escape for a second time, what is Commander Vimes' plan, what relevance does this have to the beginning of the story, and will I update before next Christmas find out next time, same author, same story, different date.
Finally a longish chapter. Sorry if Angua seems OOC, but she's being influenced by Bob's magic power thingy (I don't want to give to much away if you haven't worked it out for yourself yet)