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PREDATOR/DISCWORLD
Watch the Hunt
By: Mozphoto
Chapter 3
Vimes and Vetinari stared at one another.
Vimes broke the silence. "Do you want to have me arrested?"
A grim smile played briefly across the Patrician's lips. "You are many things that many people find disagreeable Commander. However, having known you all these years, I'm quite certain that you are not a cold blooded killer."
"The bloody chief assassin's head on a pike in front of my home, less than a day after I threatened him with just that and you don't think I did it?"
"Do you want me to clap you in irons?" Vetinari rose from his chair and turned to gaze out the window. "Has his body been found?"
"Yes. It was hanging upside down, in my office."
"Ah."
Vimes shifted his feet uncomfortably. "I was thinking that maybe a vacation might be in order, sir."
"Get out of the city, so that no-one gets hurt when this killer finally stops playing and comes after you?" Vetinari had not turned away from the window, but Vimes could hear the amused tone in his voice. "No, Your Grace, I think people will be more likely to believe that you kill Dr. Downey if you suddenly pack up and leave."
It always irritated Vimes when people called him "Your Grace", so he focused more on the possible suspects. "Someone who attacks that quickly and visciously – almost reminds me of Carcer, but he's dead and, while he was a crazy bastard, he would not have stood a chance against those trolls."
The Patrician picked up the thread, "Someone immensely strong, that could get in and out of places unnoticed, or unmolested."
"And someone who is in some way connected to me."
The Patrician held up three fingers and began ticking them off. "Captain Carrot, Sergeant Angua, and-"
Vimes voice ehoed through the palace as he ran out. "Bloody vampires!"
Discworld is owned by Terry Pratchett.
PREDATOR/DISCWORLD
Watch the Hunt
By: Mozphoto
Chapter 3
Vimes and Vetinari stared at one another.
Vimes broke the silence. "Do you want to have me arrested?"
A grim smile played briefly across the Patrician's lips. "You are many things that many people find disagreeable Commander. However, having known you all these years, I'm quite certain that you are not a cold blooded killer."
"The bloody chief assassin's head on a pike in front of my home, less than a day after I threatened him with just that and you don't think I did it?"
"Do you want me to clap you in irons?" Vetinari rose from his chair and turned to gaze out the window. "Has his body been found?"
"Yes. It was hanging upside down, in my office."
"Ah."
Vimes shifted his feet uncomfortably. "I was thinking that maybe a vacation might be in order, sir."
"Get out of the city, so that no-one gets hurt when this killer finally stops playing and comes after you?" Vetinari had not turned away from the window, but Vimes could hear the amused tone in his voice. "No, Your Grace, I think people will be more likely to believe that you kill Dr. Downey if you suddenly pack up and leave."
It always irritated Vimes when people called him "Your Grace", so he focused more on the possible suspects. "Someone who attacks that quickly and visciously – almost reminds me of Carcer, but he's dead and, while he was a crazy bastard, he would not have stood a chance against those trolls."
The Patrician picked up the thread, "Someone immensely strong, that could get in and out of places unnoticed, or unmolested."
"And someone who is in some way connected to me."
The Patrician held up three fingers and began ticking them off. "Captain Carrot, Sergeant Angua, and-"
Vimes voice ehoed through the palace as he ran out. "Bloody vampires!"