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Fear and Loathing in London
Ruth lay in the boot of the old rusty car knowing the men in the driving seat thought she was unconscious. Part of her was too angry to think about the way they had plucked her off the London street without anyone even noticing. She glared at the closed boot of the car, knowing she had to get out. No one knew where she was, no one was missing her. There was no rescue committee on the way this time. Closing her eyes and swearing under her breath she began to think of a way of getting away. Harry was in trouble, to her that was all that mattered.
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Erin looked up at the rioters on the roof of the prison. The grey sky above them did nothing to highlight the men on the roof shouting and throwing various things to the ground. Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"Ms Watts." She turned to see the Prison Governor walk towards her.
"How many people are involved?" She asked as she watched Alec tense next to her. He was Harry's friend long before he had been roped into Section D, she could sense how worried he was. Now Ruth was missing that just compounded the need to get the three section D officers out of the mess that was erupting around them.
"Most of E Wing." He shook his head. "Mr White, Ms Watts." He sighed. "I know you placed operatives in my prison but I hope this was not what you had in mind."
"No." Alec snapped. "I know you may think this." He ducked as another brick landed on the tarmac a few feet away from them. "But this was going to happen whether we were in there anyway. You have a serious problem with corruption and blaming this on Section D is not going to help."
"My officers."
"One of them is the weak link." Erin narrowed her eyes. "One of them has blown the cover of three of my colleagues. I want to know who."
"I really don't see how." The older man glared at her, Erin and Alec exchanged glances. It was going to be a long day.
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"Sanj." Zaf turned as he heard his undercover name called. The red-haired inmate from three cells along walked towards him. "Wait." He caught up with him as he realised Zaf was breathing heavily. "Breathe, slowly. That arsehole catch 'old of you again? Piece of shit, e is."
"Yeah." Zaf nodded. "Ribs."
"Bloody painful. I know." He frowned. "Did mine a few times. You'll live, just keep your head down. Likes of him aint got two brain cells to rub together."
"Racist." Zaf sighed. "Met a few in my time."
"Aye. antisemitic, homophobic, sexist." He agreed. "Finley Morris. Doing six months for petty theft and pick pockets."
"One year. Car theft." Zaf shook his hand.
"A year! Nicking wheels?"
"Well, I did nick the car that belonged to the Home Secretary's son. Nice car. Well, it was until I hit the rear end of the number 47." Zaf watched as the older man laughed. The riot continued outside the small alcove between the cells, the grey prison walls scorched by fire.
"There's a spy in 'ere." Fin started. Zaf felt his blood run cold.
"What? Who?"
"Older bloke I think." He watched as the colour drained from Zaf's face. "I know his name is Harry Pearce and I've been his asset for years. Will be again, when I get out of this place. He's in trouble. I'd reckon you and that cocky blonde lad are two of his. I suggest you find him and get him off the roof." Finlay glared. "And before you ask, I can keep my mouth shut but I can't help you rescue him."
"How?"
"I was at school with Harry. Good mates we were. Different world and I'd be your boss."
"Did you blow his cover?" Zaf asked as he watched the older man smirk.
"No. But Brewer had a visitor last week who recognised Adam and Harry. She didn't see you."
"Who?"
"Older bird. Bobbed hair, looked full of her own importance. Bit posh, talked like she had a nasty taste in her mouth."
"Tessa?"
"Tessa, Tracey something like that. I don't think he said her name more than once. Seemed surprised to see her."
"The bitch." Zaf swore as the anger built up in him. Tessa Philips was only ever involved in anything if it was to raise money for her. He knew wherever she was Jools Silvitir was never going to be far behind.
"Aye lad." Fin watched as the rioters moved along the landing. "The roof?"
"Thanks." Zaf nodded his appreciation befoer running towards where Adam was involved in a confronation with a skinny man covered in tattoos.
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"Any news from the prison?" Ros marched back onto the Grid as Malcolm shook his head.
"Alec and Erin are there." He replied. "Nothing called in as yet."
"And Ruth?"
"No." Malcolm looked down. "We have nothing on the whereabouts of Ruth." Ros closed her eyes, wondering how she was going to tell Harry his wife had been abducted, then silently berating herself when she realised if Harry wasn't pulled out of the prison soon it wouldn't matter how she told him, he wouldn't ba able to hear it.
"Ros." Tariq looked up. "I think I have something."
"Go on." She marched across to the younger man's desk, relieved that at least the baby of the team seemed to have somthing positive to tell her.
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Ten Days Earlier.
"Be careful." She ran her hands along the front of his jacket as he took a steadying breath. "Do. Not. Get. Shot. Under any circumstances. Do you hear?"
"Loud and clear." He smiled down at her, covering her hands with his own. "And if we are leaving instructions. Ruth, do not go out into the field. We have enoough field officers. And more than enough to keep you on the Grid. Promise me. I need to know you are safe."
"Harry." She smiled slightly as he kissed her. She knew when she opened her eyes, he'd be gone.
Now
"Don't go in the field." She muttered to herself, remembering the last thing she had heard Harry say. "Well, I didn't and this still happened." She raised an eyebrow as she realised there was a gap in the flooring of the still moving car. It was risky, she could be killed but the rust bucket on wheels, which her abductors had clearly stolen from a scrap yard had enough gap that she could slip through without being seen until it was too late. Smiling slightly she knew it was foolhardy to say the least. That Lucas and Ros would jt stare at her should it work while Harry would have a small heart attack if he ever found out. But she had to do something. "Two choices." She huffed. "Stay here and let them kill you or have a chance." She gently pulled the flooring of the boot up and waited until she was sure she was able to fit through the gap without being crushed. Moments later the engine could be heard to change. It was now or never.
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Adam jumped a small gap on the roof as he saw Zaf ahead. Harry looked to be beaten unconscious as his body lay across the tiles. His hands tied behind his back it was clear that Lee and another thug were going to throw him off the building.
"What you picking on him for?" Zaf yelled.
"Keep out of this." The tattooed man glared. "Dun want you telling me what to do."
"Are you serious?" Zaf raised an eyebrow. "He's an old man. My dad is younger than him!" He saw Harry raise an eyebrow, knowing that was not true. "You want to push a pensioner off the edge." He could sense Harry trying to pretend he was still out cold but also plotting his transfer to Sibera as soon as they all got back to Thames House. He had to keep the skin head talking.
"Do one."
"No." Zaf avoided looking at Adam. "You can't tell me what to do. See? In here we're all the may tell you different but in prison we're all crooks. All criminals. You are the same as me."
"No." Lee flashed a toothless grin. Zaf wondered if he had ever had a tooth in the front of his mouth or if it had been knocked out in a fight earlier. "I aint like you. You're "
"What? A car thief? A bloke with a brain in his head? Or are you talking about my skin colour?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"Come on then. Say it! Don't hide behind Brewer. Don't use that bloke as a sheild. Say what you want." An audible 'ouf' could be heard as the skinny man hit the ground. Harry fell to his knees as Adam tried his best not to pulverise the scum he was holding on to.
"Harry"
"I'll live." Harry coughed as Zaf untied him. "You howver." He glared at Zaf who just shrugged.
Adam shook his head, knowing he would be in his own bed that night. It was over, or at least their part in the prison was. The thugs had been shown to be thugs intent of pushing Nightingale's extremist agenda. Now it was the intel that would help them and Ruth analysis. He stepped back, dragging the younger man to his feet as Harry and Zaf followed.
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A/N more soon. Please review.