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Jun. 9th, 2005 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nitro_is_aceThe door opens straight onto a busy street. She looks behind her once the door closes and snickers - she'd just come out of Harrods. At least she got dumped by an Underground station this time - once she had to hike quite a ways to get to one, much to her displeasure.
It'd be a quick trip over to Piccadilly Circus, but she's got something else in mind first. She can afford to take side trips, since time is so slow on the other side of the door.
After a bit of train and bus hopping, she makes her way to Tim's park. It is peaceful there, and she enjoys seeing people stop and stare when they realize one of the people in the statues is taking a little stroll. If any of the subjects of most of the other statues in London did this, London would be haunted. Well... more so than it is already.
It is a gloriously beautiful spring day, the kind that makes up for the months of winter that came before it. Ace lounges, enjoying being under an actual sun on an actual planet for a while, watching the crowd of tourists mingle. She's generally not a huge fan of lounging about, but this she can handle.
Eventually she decides to move on and let the tourists gawk in peace. Perhaps a side trip to visit the senior Mr. Hunter is in order, she hasn't seen him in a while. She whistles, slightly off-key, as she strolls down the sidewalk, past the gradually thinning crowds.
It's the crowds that keep her off-guard. It's impossible to note you're being hunted when you can't see more than five feet in any direction. It's only when she's a couple blocks from the Hunter residence when she begins to catch glimpses of them - folks that don't move with the crowd, who seem to be trying too hard to blend in... who keep looking at her. She changes direction, hoping that they're after someone else, and she's just in the way. No such luck - she spots one, a pale, tow-haired man in an ill-fitting pinstripe suit, change course almost as soon as she does. She tries not to hurry as she rounds a corner - then takes off in an all-out run. She hears someone shout behind her, but doesn't look back to see if they're following. The first fence she comes to, a high, brick affair, solidly built, she jumps to catch the top and pull herself over. She refuses to make this easy. Before she drops over the other side, she looks back - and sees there is five of them, all unwholesome-looking men with dark scowls pelting up the street after her. She's not sure why they're after her, but there's some things she can live without knowing.
The chase lasts for four blocks. She leads them on an insane course - over fences, through an abandoned warehouse, past a couple of snarling junkyard dogs, through a neighborhood supermarket. She hoped to lose them in a more busy part of town, but no such luck. Finally she vaults to the top of another solid stone fence and begins to run along it. She knows, at the end of this block, there's an Underground station. If she can get there, and on a train before they catch up, she's in the clear.
There's nothing in her path, but halfway along her sprint to freedom, one of her pursuers shouts something that doesn't sound like English, and she slams into something solid and very invisible, and topples off the wall, stunned.
She's not sure how long she lay bleeding in some lady's shrubbery, but soon they've caught her. She struggles, of course, but it's not much use, especially with her head swimming from whacking against whatever she had hit. Eventually one of the men gets tired of trying to keep her down and deals her a solid punch to the jaw, and all the lights go out.
She wakes up in the dark.
"Well, lookie here boys, the bitch lives."
What a pleasant way to wake up. She stifles a groan and stares uselessly out into the dark. Her hands are tied behind her back, but a few discreet tugs shows her it's a half-hearted measure at best - the ropes aren't even tight. She's sitting in what feels like a metal fold-out chair.
Eventually her eyes adjust to the darkness, and she realizes it isn't completely dark. There's a crack of light near the floor, as if there's a closed door to a lit hallway, off to her right.
"Right. So sorry to have to meet you like this." From the self-important sneer in that voice, Ace isn't so sure about that. "But I really need to have a chat with dear Timmy. You, his little whore of choice, are the bait." It's a young voice, despite it's crude language. Ace rolls her eyes.
"Oy, snotface. You old enough to be allowed out without your mum's permission?" She calls out. Seconds later something whacks her solidly in the back of the head, although she knows there's no one back there.
"You will not speak to me, Klarion, like that, bitch." the voice snarls.
"Someone needs a nap." Ace mutters. She tenses for another blow, but nothing happens. The light outside goes out.
She's not sure how long she waited before deciding her captors have gone away, but it doesn't take her long after that to work the ropes off. Her feet are unbound, so she's free to explore the room she's in. It's small, maybe not even eight by eight feet, with the door to her right firmly locked. She's about to attempt to blow the door out, when she notes another source of light.
A chink, in the opposite wall.
They put her in a room on the outside wall of the building. Idiots. She smirks, and then gets to work. She always has a bit of nitro somewhere, mostly through force of long habit, and she uses it now. The blast is bright and furious, and it takes out most of the wall as she huddles in the opposite corner. No alarms go off, no one shouts as she casually waltzes her way to freedom. She even takes the time to pick up what she came to London for, a book for Bernard, before using her key to get back to Milliways.
It'd be a quick trip over to Piccadilly Circus, but she's got something else in mind first. She can afford to take side trips, since time is so slow on the other side of the door.
After a bit of train and bus hopping, she makes her way to Tim's park. It is peaceful there, and she enjoys seeing people stop and stare when they realize one of the people in the statues is taking a little stroll. If any of the subjects of most of the other statues in London did this, London would be haunted. Well... more so than it is already.
It is a gloriously beautiful spring day, the kind that makes up for the months of winter that came before it. Ace lounges, enjoying being under an actual sun on an actual planet for a while, watching the crowd of tourists mingle. She's generally not a huge fan of lounging about, but this she can handle.
Eventually she decides to move on and let the tourists gawk in peace. Perhaps a side trip to visit the senior Mr. Hunter is in order, she hasn't seen him in a while. She whistles, slightly off-key, as she strolls down the sidewalk, past the gradually thinning crowds.
It's the crowds that keep her off-guard. It's impossible to note you're being hunted when you can't see more than five feet in any direction. It's only when she's a couple blocks from the Hunter residence when she begins to catch glimpses of them - folks that don't move with the crowd, who seem to be trying too hard to blend in... who keep looking at her. She changes direction, hoping that they're after someone else, and she's just in the way. No such luck - she spots one, a pale, tow-haired man in an ill-fitting pinstripe suit, change course almost as soon as she does. She tries not to hurry as she rounds a corner - then takes off in an all-out run. She hears someone shout behind her, but doesn't look back to see if they're following. The first fence she comes to, a high, brick affair, solidly built, she jumps to catch the top and pull herself over. She refuses to make this easy. Before she drops over the other side, she looks back - and sees there is five of them, all unwholesome-looking men with dark scowls pelting up the street after her. She's not sure why they're after her, but there's some things she can live without knowing.
The chase lasts for four blocks. She leads them on an insane course - over fences, through an abandoned warehouse, past a couple of snarling junkyard dogs, through a neighborhood supermarket. She hoped to lose them in a more busy part of town, but no such luck. Finally she vaults to the top of another solid stone fence and begins to run along it. She knows, at the end of this block, there's an Underground station. If she can get there, and on a train before they catch up, she's in the clear.
There's nothing in her path, but halfway along her sprint to freedom, one of her pursuers shouts something that doesn't sound like English, and she slams into something solid and very invisible, and topples off the wall, stunned.
She's not sure how long she lay bleeding in some lady's shrubbery, but soon they've caught her. She struggles, of course, but it's not much use, especially with her head swimming from whacking against whatever she had hit. Eventually one of the men gets tired of trying to keep her down and deals her a solid punch to the jaw, and all the lights go out.
She wakes up in the dark.
"Well, lookie here boys, the bitch lives."
What a pleasant way to wake up. She stifles a groan and stares uselessly out into the dark. Her hands are tied behind her back, but a few discreet tugs shows her it's a half-hearted measure at best - the ropes aren't even tight. She's sitting in what feels like a metal fold-out chair.
Eventually her eyes adjust to the darkness, and she realizes it isn't completely dark. There's a crack of light near the floor, as if there's a closed door to a lit hallway, off to her right.
"Right. So sorry to have to meet you like this." From the self-important sneer in that voice, Ace isn't so sure about that. "But I really need to have a chat with dear Timmy. You, his little whore of choice, are the bait." It's a young voice, despite it's crude language. Ace rolls her eyes.
"Oy, snotface. You old enough to be allowed out without your mum's permission?" She calls out. Seconds later something whacks her solidly in the back of the head, although she knows there's no one back there.
"You will not speak to me, Klarion, like that, bitch." the voice snarls.
"Someone needs a nap." Ace mutters. She tenses for another blow, but nothing happens. The light outside goes out.
She's not sure how long she waited before deciding her captors have gone away, but it doesn't take her long after that to work the ropes off. Her feet are unbound, so she's free to explore the room she's in. It's small, maybe not even eight by eight feet, with the door to her right firmly locked. She's about to attempt to blow the door out, when she notes another source of light.
A chink, in the opposite wall.
They put her in a room on the outside wall of the building. Idiots. She smirks, and then gets to work. She always has a bit of nitro somewhere, mostly through force of long habit, and she uses it now. The blast is bright and furious, and it takes out most of the wall as she huddles in the opposite corner. No alarms go off, no one shouts as she casually waltzes her way to freedom. She even takes the time to pick up what she came to London for, a book for Bernard, before using her key to get back to Milliways.
