Four chapters within one week. I think this is my record, especially as I've also added to ITCF today. Still, I felt this had to be written soon, I passed a certain test yesterday =-) So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Wait, I'll go check... No, I don't.
"No."
"But..."
"No." Connor folded his arms and leant back against the wall in a huff, impersonating a sulky teenager very well. Becker remained unmoved. Eventually, Becker broke the gaze he had on the young scientist and returned to his arms cleaning.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the squeaking of the yellow cloth upon the metal. It was destined to be broken.
"Cutter always let's me..."
"I'm not Cutter," cried Becker, slamming down the gun he was working on. "And you are going nowhere near it."
"I've passed!" Becker turned back to him and punctuated every word by pushing the handle of the gun into Connor's chest.
"I. Don't. Care. You are going nowhere near it." The Captain turned back to his table and placed both his hands about shoulder width apart, trying to focus on which gun to tackle next. There was a pause and Becker hoped that Connor would finally let the matter go.
"Why not?" asked Connor. Becker sighed heavily.
"You mean, except from your clumsiness in everything else you do."
"But..."
"NO!"
Cutter came up to stand behind Abby, who was leaning against the door, over-looking the happenings across the armoury.
"What's going on? We can hear shouting up the corridor."
"Connor's having words with the next Captain. I think he was hoping that he didn't know him well enough yet to say no."
"How gullible does he think he is? That Captain's an intelligent man, from what I've seen," said Cutter, shaking his head in disbelief at Connor's tactics in persuasion. "What's he asking to do anyway?"
Abby smiled. "You know how we don't let Connor drive our cars..."
"Ah."
"Yeah. Neither is Becker."
"Like I said, intelligent man."
Like to say, I've no idea how Connor drives, but I can see Becker being wary. No offence Connor.
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