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Chapter 28

Poetic Justice

1245 - Hereford, UK SAS Garrison

"Elvis?!" Georgie said happily as she answered his call. "I was talkin to my mum when ya rang in. I was tellin her about the quickening and the cottage. She said…"

"Georgie." That was all he needed to say. The tone of his voice stopped her cold.

"Elvis. What is it?"

"Where are ya?"

"I'm at the MSU Training Center. Just got back from lunch….what?"

"Good. Listen in. Stay put. Do not exit the building until I come for ya." He said, his voice hushed and deliberate.

"Fuck Elvis! What is goin on?" She demanded as a hand splayed across her chest.

"Shits hittin the fan. You're safe with Peters. Target goin to the nick and there's someone I do not trust. Read me?

"Yeah. Yes. Where are you?"

"Don't worry about me."

Georgie rolled her eyes dubiously, she hated when he said that. No matter how he tried to placate her…..she worried nonetheless.

"Sorry babe. I know yer given me the evils, but hold tight. I promise. I am just bein extra cautious. Trust me." Beneath his commanding voice she could read the heartfelt message he was sending her.

"Acknowledge." Georgie said. "But I will fuckin kick your arse Elvis if ya get so much as a scratch!"

As expected…..he chuckled. "Love you too." He said, adding, "Oi! Remember, watch yer mouth. The baby can hear ya."

She released a breathy laugh, gliding a hand over their precious little one. "Yeah, well, you'll have to build a whole new vocabulary!"

She could hear the grin in his voice. "Don't I know it!" He said.

"Elvis, couldn't ya just get a job in a library or something? Things would be so much more peaceful." She said tightly.

"Nah. I talk too much." He threw back. She loved his humor. It simply rolled off of him like a stream over smooth pebbles. Georgie could tell he was moving as he spoke, indicating he was walking to some destination.

"Seriously. Are ya armed?" She asked trying to elicit as much information as she could.

"Yes."

Her eyes pressed shut in an effort to force herself to relax.

"Listen Georgie." He said as his pace quickened. "Sorry I cut ya off earlier. How's yer mum?"

"She's fine. Excited about my bump and the prospect of our new home."

Elvis smiled at that but his eyes remained alert. His broad, self-assured strides bringing him closer to the intended location. The Glock 17 pistol strapped to his thigh moved along with him. His eyes began to narrow behind the dark sunglasses he wore. "I wanna hear more…but later babe…out!"

Just like that the call ended. Georgie understood, but her hand wanted to crush her mobile, or whoever it was that was pulling her husband away from her. She noticed Peters watching her. You're safe with Peters.

Xxxxx

Godfrey looked up as Jones busted through his office door. "Jon! What is this rubbish about transports being grounded dammit? I need to move on. I have an important engagement this evening."

Godfrey regarded him with disdain. "Orders from the top Wes. Perhaps you could arrange your own transportation. This is a military base, not London Heathrow."

Jones glared at him."Did you send a report to Atkinson?" He asked suspiciously.

Godfrey wearily looked up at him. He had lost all respect for this man but said, "Did I not say that I intended to do so?" Jones' mobile rang before he could respond. He looked at the caller ID and eyed Godfrey.

"Yes?!" There was a muffled voice on the other end. Jones unceremoniously ended the call and blanched. He looked at Godfrey and began to feel as though he was spiraling down a sink drain.

"Is there a problem?" Godfrey asked.

Jones smirked at him. "You tell me." He said and walked out of the office.

Xxxxx

Elvis' fit form, clad in camo trousers and black tee shirt came to a standstill as he adjusted the comms in his ear. He was like a perched hawk watching the MPs breach the secure gate and swiftly move through the Garrison.

Colonel Wescott Jones stomped down the hall and flung open a stairwell door. "What the fuck is going on?" He growled into his mobile, voice echoing in the hollow space. The person chattering on the other end could seemingly say nothing to appease his panicked ire. "Pick me up this instant or I will have you stripped of your rank! Do you copy?"

Elvis watched as a side door of the Administration Building shot open and Jones appeared, looking around as if expecting something. Jones began to make another call when he heard traffic approaching behind him. He was expecting the pick up he desperately needed, so when he turned, the last thing he wanted to see was the red arm badges. He saw them straight away through the Jeep windshield. The shapes of two rigid soldiers seated side by side, completely focused on him.

Elvis engaged his comms. "Hello, this is Echo one. Eyes on target, confirm. Over."

"Sierra two. Roger boss, we have eyes on target, confirmed. Over."

Jones' eyes darted everywhere. Suddenly his environment felt surreal as the day to day operations of the 22 Special Air Service Regiment's Garrison carried on despite the impending collapse of his own. He could barely hear the words because of the white-hot adrenaline coursing through him.

"Colonel Wescott Jones." He stood mute as the MPs flanked him. "We have orders to take you under arrest on the charges of sexual assault and other crimes against the British Armed Forces."

Sergeant Toni Blythe watched through the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She watched as the man who assaulted her years past had his wrists forced behind his back and hand-cuffed. The suppressed panic on his face. The humiliation of being taken against his will. Her breaths became deeper and faster as her emotions collided within her. She wanted to scream, and laugh, and cry. Her perpetrator stumbled whilst getting into the prisoner transport vehicle. She could see him arguing with the MPs, no doubt pleading his innocence. The transport door slammed shut and she tasted justice for the first time. Her fiancé placed a supportive hand on her shoulder, however, her eyes never left the window until the two vehicles turned a corner and were out of sight. Then a single tear fell onto her cheek. She stoically blinked the rest away. Spanner's hand squeezed gently and she closed her eyes. They both heard.

"This is Echo one. Target suppressed. All is well in the world."

"Roger Echo one. Thank you Boss."

"Affirmative. Thank you Boss." Toni said as she turned into Spanner's embrace. She knew the process had only begun but she was no longer alone in the battle.

Xxxxx

1330 –

Georgie almost pitched forwards when her mobile buzzed her back pocket. She quickly grabbed for it, sucked in a breath and took a peek at the screen. "Thank God!" She whispered. "Elvis?!"

"Hey."

"What's goin on?" She asked, discretely moving to her office and closing the door. Her hand held fast to the handle until he began to speak again.

"Target apprehended. Ya still need to wait out though."

"It would help if I knew what all the cloak and dagger shit is about!"

"Just tryin to be safe."

"From what Elvis?" She attempted to wrestle from him. His silence unnerved her. "Elvis?"

"Someone's about to get his tits in a wringer. Ya can only imagine they'll be loads of squawkin and I'm concerned about the fall out."

Georgie's eyes were wide as she paced the floor of her office. "But the Jones twats are behind bars, yeah?"

"Affirmative. Ain't the Jones boys I'm concerned about."

"Who then?"

"…...Pettigrew."