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Chapter 4
"Are they meeting us here Nigel, or should we get a cab?" Sydney asked as she carefully wheeled the luggage trolley around a group of excited French exchange students in the arrivals lounge of Gatwick airport.
"Well Alex said he was going to send Kitty and Dev to meet us with the jeep." Nigel replied as he cast his eyes over the seething mass of people to find his friends.
Nige', hey Nigel! Over here!"
The two relic hunters whirled round to see two people running their way before the female of the two flung herself onto Nigel and squeezed all the breath out of him in a crushing bear hug.
The girl had long dark red hair that swung about her head in bouncy waves, deep blue eyes, a tight emerald green t-shirt and the tattiest pair of baggy jeans Sydney had ever seen.
"Nigel! Good to see ya mate!" Sydney turned her stare onto the young man that had accompanied the girl in her mad quest to jump on her assistant. He had dark brown hair that was spiked up every which way, a bronze t-shirt with 'I know you're looking at me' written across the front and a pair of beige jeans. As he leaned across to slap Nigel on the back she saw 'Nice view isn't it' written across the back.
Not picturing these to be the sort of people Nigel would voluntarily hang around with, Sydney was felling a bit dazed. Trying to picture these people spending time with each other on campus at Oxford wasn't very easy. As she was contemplating this she realized that Nigel was talking to her.
"I think we should dump the trolley and take the bags out to the car park ourselves, don't you think?"
"Oh, right, of course." Sydney grabbed two of the rucksacks, "Lead the way!" As they made their way through the terminal the woman came over to talk to her.
"Hi, we didn't properly introduce ourselves, I'm Katrina, but you can call me Kitty if you want to. You must be Nigel's boss, Sydney Fox." 'Looks can be deceiving' Sydney thought before replying, the woman seemed to have the same polite British manners that Nigel did.
"Hi Kitty. Please, call me Sydney, or Syd, whichever works for you."
"Oh, right, thanks. The rude git over there is Devon by the way, hopefully you'll get a chance to talk to him when we get to the van if he gets his head out of the clouds by then."
'OK' she thought, 'maybe not exactly like Nigel' "Um, I thought we were going by jeep?"
"Well we would be, but the starter motor wouldn't turn over this morning and the mechanic said he wouldn't be over till Friday so we had to bring the van. I hope you don't mind, it's kind of unusual."
As the two stepped outside after the other two Sydney caught a view of the van. It was an old Volkswagen minivan sprayed black with blue fire painted on the doors and on the back in big white letters was the phrase 'IT'S A VOLKSWAGEN THING, YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND'.
Nigel seemed to be taking a trip down memory lane and at the same time gawping at the thing in shock. Sliding the door open and getting in while the others opened the front two doors to the drivers section, Sydney had to grab Nigel's arm and jerk him into the vehicle.
Several hours of listening to Muse on the battered cassette player later Devon leaned over to the back seats to signal that they were coming up to the site.
AN - considering that Nigel's friends are going to be a weird bunch I thought I should break you in slowly by only introducing 2 of them to start with. Please review and I'll be busy writing up the next chapter.
Chapter 4
"Are they meeting us here Nigel, or should we get a cab?" Sydney asked as she carefully wheeled the luggage trolley around a group of excited French exchange students in the arrivals lounge of Gatwick airport.
"Well Alex said he was going to send Kitty and Dev to meet us with the jeep." Nigel replied as he cast his eyes over the seething mass of people to find his friends.
Nige', hey Nigel! Over here!"
The two relic hunters whirled round to see two people running their way before the female of the two flung herself onto Nigel and squeezed all the breath out of him in a crushing bear hug.
The girl had long dark red hair that swung about her head in bouncy waves, deep blue eyes, a tight emerald green t-shirt and the tattiest pair of baggy jeans Sydney had ever seen.
"Nigel! Good to see ya mate!" Sydney turned her stare onto the young man that had accompanied the girl in her mad quest to jump on her assistant. He had dark brown hair that was spiked up every which way, a bronze t-shirt with 'I know you're looking at me' written across the front and a pair of beige jeans. As he leaned across to slap Nigel on the back she saw 'Nice view isn't it' written across the back.
Not picturing these to be the sort of people Nigel would voluntarily hang around with, Sydney was felling a bit dazed. Trying to picture these people spending time with each other on campus at Oxford wasn't very easy. As she was contemplating this she realized that Nigel was talking to her.
"I think we should dump the trolley and take the bags out to the car park ourselves, don't you think?"
"Oh, right, of course." Sydney grabbed two of the rucksacks, "Lead the way!" As they made their way through the terminal the woman came over to talk to her.
"Hi, we didn't properly introduce ourselves, I'm Katrina, but you can call me Kitty if you want to. You must be Nigel's boss, Sydney Fox." 'Looks can be deceiving' Sydney thought before replying, the woman seemed to have the same polite British manners that Nigel did.
"Hi Kitty. Please, call me Sydney, or Syd, whichever works for you."
"Oh, right, thanks. The rude git over there is Devon by the way, hopefully you'll get a chance to talk to him when we get to the van if he gets his head out of the clouds by then."
'OK' she thought, 'maybe not exactly like Nigel' "Um, I thought we were going by jeep?"
"Well we would be, but the starter motor wouldn't turn over this morning and the mechanic said he wouldn't be over till Friday so we had to bring the van. I hope you don't mind, it's kind of unusual."
As the two stepped outside after the other two Sydney caught a view of the van. It was an old Volkswagen minivan sprayed black with blue fire painted on the doors and on the back in big white letters was the phrase 'IT'S A VOLKSWAGEN THING, YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND'.
Nigel seemed to be taking a trip down memory lane and at the same time gawping at the thing in shock. Sliding the door open and getting in while the others opened the front two doors to the drivers section, Sydney had to grab Nigel's arm and jerk him into the vehicle.
Several hours of listening to Muse on the battered cassette player later Devon leaned over to the back seats to signal that they were coming up to the site.
AN - considering that Nigel's friends are going to be a weird bunch I thought I should break you in slowly by only introducing 2 of them to start with. Please review and I'll be busy writing up the next chapter.