((Hello folks, allow me to apologize for the previous chapter, I didn't read over it as I should have. Forgive the mistakes.))
Security was looking pretty tight and Jon was wondering how anyone was going to get in as he sat atop a tower wall that had avoided destruction the previous night in Alucard's showdown with the foreign vampire Incognito.
The Tower of London had seen better days, for sure, but that wasn't the problem right now. Nope, taxes would probably fix the tower. Good as new, yeah right. But Jon's real problem was getting into the tower and going down into the dungeon. How the hell does one pull that off?
"Eh, Jon. Jon, you hear me?" Jeremy's voice was loud over the communicator fastened in his ear and Jon flinched just a bit, having to bring the binoculars he had been using down from his eyes so that his other hand could steady him.
"Yes, damn it. I can hear you Jer, don't talk so loud. We are trying to sneak in, not have them chase me down."
The line went quite for a moment then. Jon instantly felt bad. Jeremy had a really fragile ego. Damn him for being all sensitive.
"Sorry Jer, what is it?" He muttered by way of an apology.
"The entrance. I have a way for you to get in." Jeremy said suddenly, apparently all was forgiven.
Jon smiled. Jeremy always did have something up his sleeve. That was why Jon never played Poker with him. Well that and him being a witch. Oh, it wasn't anything against Witches, Jon just didn't think it was smart to play cards with a guy that he had actually watched make them do a dance number one time because he was bored. Magic just makes ya untrustworthy sometimes. Ok, yeah Jon did also suck at cards, but no one was perfect.
"So what's up Jeremy? Whatcha got?"
"A meal truck. It comes to the tower to supply all the guards and investigators' food. You know, that whole we won't rest until we get to the bottom of this heinous crime none sense."
Jon almost laughed at that, Jeremy's voice got decidedly more English as he repeated the Prime minister's words. Yeah, Jeremy was English, but his common accent had for a moment went upper crust. Jon almost teased him about it, almost.
"Where is it?"
Jon heard the tapping of keys and it became a furious smashing sound. Finger tips were in a tizzy and they didn't stop, even as Jeremy said.
"Looks like it should be heading your way. You're in sector one right? That means that it should pass right off to you left about a half yard."
Jon smiled and nodded. He then realized that Jeremy couldn't see the gesture and felt a bit silly.
"Thanks Jer. That's why we're such a good team."
Jeremy laughed. "Yep. That's it. I'm the handsome brains and you're the a little less sexy brawn. Nice team really."
Jon rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, man! You know I'm much more sexy." He replied, and then he turned his attention down to the end of the wall.
Jon had heard the truck coming while he and Jeremy were talking, now he knew it was his ticket in and running all out on the rather narrow top of the wall, Jon reached the end just as he spotted at shiny silver truck with prints of sandwiches and beverages printed all over the side. Alrighty!
With a smile Jon launched himself off the wall. He landed with a thud , and fell into the shadow of the wall. There he waited, coming out just as the truck passed. Grabbing it's bumper, the man hefted himself up and then fell back, arching his body until he flipped completely and the front of his body suit was rubbing the ground to death. It didn't matter, the material could handle being dragged and so could he.
Jon just concentrated on his hands, which now had a good hold on the truck's underside and with a good amount of strength, Jon pulled himself under the truck and lifted his body upward until his front no longer rubbed the earth and he was stuck perfectly under the bottom of the truck. Flattening himself back against the steel, he was glade the truck wouldn't hit any speed bumps.
It would have been embarrassing to get crushed under a truck, in what looked a lot like a black leather leotard. Jon reminded himself to talk to the boys in R & D. He would have a costume change soon enough. No one wanted to be Ballerina Man, much less the member of a secret organization.
