Clear and present danger
Dempsey sat in the small black car just out of eyesight of the club doorway, he hated not being in the club with Harry. Tapping the steering wheel impatiently he glared out of the windscreen.
"Cmon Harry. Cmon."
He glanced at the doorway silently praying it was just his latent paranoia at work and not anything to be really worried about. The longer he sat there the more he worried. Harry had never left late. Over a week into the operation and her routine had been monotonous in nature. He picked up his radio.
"Charlie Oscar to base."
"Go ahead Dempsey." The crackled voice of Spikings hit him.
"Harry's late. Three extra goons just went in. Something is going down."
"Stay where you are."
"Boss." Dempsey glared. "She's in trouble. I can sense it."
"Back up is nearby."
"Too late." He stated firmly as Harry and that goon he recognised- Grant appeared in the doorway. "She's going with the bald guy. They're on the move."
"Dempsey!"
"I'm staying with them." He started the car engine - ready to follow his partner.
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"Do we have to?" Harry asked as she was led to the car. "These heels are killing me."
"You dun shut up then it won't be the only thing killing you." He snarled. "Copper."
"If you really thought I was filth you'd have pulled the trigger back then. Don't give me that crap now." Harry glared.
"Get in the car."
"Make me."
"Oh I think I'd like that." He stepped closer to her as Harry narrowed her eyes. "This is a big deal. Means a lot to the boss. You ain't gonna stop it." He sandwiched her between the car and his body. Harry tilted her head, glaring at him.
"Maybe but it seems she needs me to make it work."
Harry stepped into the car, silently praying Dempsey and the other knew what was happening.
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