Tyger Tyger Epilogue
Mozzie opened the door to Neal's apartment just a crack, sticking his face in to see Neal's unmade bed empty. He figured Neal must be in the shower as usually making the bed was one of the first things in his daily routine. He sidled in, turning to ease the door shut with the merest click. Turning back to face the room he practically leapt out of his skin to see Neal standing right behind the door.
"Sweet guacamole..." the exclamation died on his lips as he took in Neal's dishevelled countenance. The con-man had his arms raised above his tousled hair, secured by two pairs of cuffs to the fire escape that ascended the wall. His wrists were red and chafed, and looking closer Moz thought he saw evidence of dried tears on those handsome cheeks. Moz sprang instantly into what he considered to be an aggressive/defensive martial arts pose.
"Relax Moz, there's no one here," Neal said wearily.
"What happened? Who did this?"
"It's nothing, I just sort of became the conduit for some sensitive material. Apparently a little too sensitive for the FBI's finest..."
"The suits did this? I knew it!" exclaimed Mozzie, before walking over to the bed and pulling Neal's phone from it's hiding place.
With apparent relish he opened Jones' email, reading aloud the subject, "We'll be lucky if there are any Survivors..." before hitting the play button on the attached video file.
On the tiny screen he could just make out two tiny figures on stage at a garish karaoke bar – Sing Sing unless he was very much mistaken, and boy did he appreciate the irony – as the intro to Survivor's Eye of the Tiger played tinnily through the phone's inadequate speakers. Squinting he was able to make out the Suit and Lady Suit singing enthusiastically, though not well, as howls of laughter from Neal and presumably Jones could be heard in the background. The icing on the cake was the part where both suits finished their rendition by leaping up and down, arms locked in a 'V' above their heads in obvious tribute to Sylvester Stallone in the Rocky films.
Chortling, Moz put down the phone and walked back across to Neal, tapping him on the chest as he smugly pronounced, "And that's what you get when you catch a tiger by it's tail, mon frère!"
"I know, Moz. Now would you let me down?"
Thanks for reading all the way through. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm considering condensing this into one chapter now it's all up suggested by a couple of reviewers, though I don't know if it matters now it's complete. Thanks especially to those who reviewed and followed. Should anyone have any more suggestions on anything I can improve, I'm always happy to take advice, or criticism. Either stick it in a review or PM me. Thanks again :)