Clive Dove

This Is Excitement

Chapter 8

Flora woke early the next morning, and pried herself from Clive's grip. The teen was asleep, and she didn't have the heart to wake him. When she walked downstairs in their makeshift home, she was surprised to see Shipley was awake.

When he heard footsteps, the postman in question turned around, and huffed when he saw Flora. "Dove still not up yet?"

"No," answered Flora politely, "Still asleep. He probably needs to catch up, what, with being hunted down and everything,"

Shipley nodded and threw a piece of bread over to her, apologising. "Bread is all we have at the moment,"

"Doesn't matter, though," Clive's voice came from behind as he walked over to them. "I'm used to being on just bread and water,"

Flora giggled and even Shipley smiled, then scolded him.

"What have I told you about lying in? We don't have time, that's what I told you!"

Clive simply lay back in a chair. Yeah, yeah. When are you going to tell me something useful Shipley?"

Shipley sighed, shrugged his shoulders and sorted through medicine in his bag, taking their temperatures and checking their wounds.

"Good, you're both going to live,"

"Thanks for that amazing deduction," Clive muttered sarcastically. Flora simply smiles and hit him on the shoulder.

"Hey now, Shipley's doing us a favour. We're better being safe than sorry," she chided enthusiastically.

"Always the optimist," he murmured, glancing at the ground, then standing up. "Anyway. The plan,"

Shipley and Flora suddenly became very interested in what the teen had to say.

"If Bill wants a fight, he can have one," Clive concluded, glancing from the two back to the floor. "I still feel bad about what I did years ago, but this is different. This is self defence. We're going to fight back,"

Flora held her breath, then raised a hand.

"Yes?" Clive asked unenthusiastically.

Flora took a deep breath. "How are we going to do that without being very bad?"

"Oh my dear, naïve Flora," Clive murmured playfully. "I never actually said it was going to be legal."

Flora and Shipley rolled their eyes. Flora then muttered. "Here we go with another one of those 'Build a whole underground London to house my giant robot to exact revenge on the prime minister' plans,"

"No actually. This time, we're going simple style," Clive sighed, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"Why?" asked Shipley, curious to see why Clive had changed his approach. "Why not try to rebuild the fortress?"

Flora nodded, she had been wondering the same thing. Why not just use the same plan that had almost worked last time?

Clive grinned. "Because this time, we're not targeting all of London, we're just targeting the Prime Minister."

"Good." Flora put in, "You worried everybody with your maniacal plans last time,"

"Shut up," Clive shot back, his hand were fists now, and anger surged through him as he tried to keep it down.

Shipley noticed this and stepped in. "Now now, play nicely, you two,"

Flora gazed at Clive, wondering what had changed his mood so quickly. I'm sorry! I never meant to upset you! But she couldn't manage to say them.

Here she was, about to get caught up in one of Clive's illegal 'take down the Prime Minister' plans. Yet it felt right. The Prime Minister had nearly killed her. Wasn't that enough reasoning to be angry with him? Or was she angry at him for the pain he'd put Clive through.

She honestly couldn't be sure.

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