disclaimer: i do not own any of the characters from j.d. robb's in death series. i just borrowed lt. eve dallas, det. delia peabody, capt. ryan feeney and the 'in death' universe for a little while. i promise to return the lot essentially unharmed. stevens and all original unnamed characters are mine.
lieutenant eve dallas had a tactical team assembled in an alley way in spanish harlem. she also had another team covering the front of the building and a third in position on the roof. she had stevens penned in. all his exit routes were covered, unless stevens could fly he was hers. all she needed was word from the cyber-geeks of the EDD division. confirmation that stevens was actually inside. as soon as she had that she'd give her teams the go signal.
the problem was eve dallas has never been a patient woman, especially now as she waits in the alley. she could barely breathe, the stench in that alley was over-powering and she was almost ankle deep in some kind of swill. the question is why? it was the mid-21st century, there were recyclers everywhere. why was she standing in food waste?
"dammit feeney", eve whispers over her comm-link, "is the rabbit in the hole or not?" seconds later a frustrated captain ryan feeney replies, "dallas give us minute, we are peeling through all his privacy screens as quickly as we can. you want it quick or do you to risk setting off an alarm? i'll let you know as soon as we've got something!" knowing that she couldn't afford to push the tech squad any more that she had, she fell silent and glowered.
she was just about to stride over to her partner, detective delia peabody, when a door to her left burst open. "what the..?" was all eve got out. bent in the door way was a cook or a kitchen worker and he reached down without looking out into the alley. he scooped up the bucket that was at his feet and let the contents fly. a second later the door once slammed shut.
to her shock and horror eve dallas was covered from head to foot in the same type of food waste that she had been standing in for the past 15 minutes. as she reached up to scrape, soy chips and congealed gravy from her face she heard peabody choke back a laugh. a few of the cops in the alley had to good sense to become very engrossed in a weapons check. dallas' temper was legendary and no one really wanted to test her.
"okay we got a solid image dallas", came feeney's voice through her comm-link, "we are only showing one mixed-race female in an upstairs room. we've got her heart rate and respiratory data. so i'm afraid we've got no legal reason to crack that door".
dammit where was stevens? this was definitely his type of hidey-hole. either way with the EDD confirm there was nothing dallas could do. it was time to get her teams to stand down and return to cop central. she took a few steps forward and that same door burst open again. with one quick glance dallas saw the restaurant worker crouching over another bucket of filth. well she may not get stevens but dallas was going to nail somebody today.
she kicked out hard and fast at the door. which slammed inwards even faster than it had popped open. there was the sickening thud of heavy steel door meeting cranium. the door slowly swung back open and the unfortunate kitchen aid was out cold. his head dipped dangerously low in the bucket of waste. "peabody!!!" dallas shouts, "get dispatch to send a couple of beat droids out here to pick up this piece of crap. they can charge him with assaulting an officer".
peabody already had her link out and was almost engaged with cop central. she raised an eyebrow at her superior officer. "assault dallas? really?" eve took one menacing step towards peabody, "right... assault... i'm on it lieutenant".
last week for fun i offered the bloke the opportunity to provide the subject for the blog. it was an interesting twist to our challenge so i asked him for another. the theme was people who litter and ways to stop them. as an avid reader of j.d robb's in death series i was well aware of the fan fiction that surrounds the series. i was curious to see if i could actually write a piece of fan fiction so i married the two.
2 comments:
Very, very well done!
As a writer you definitely painted a vivid picture of that alleyway and the people within it. As a reader, I was THERE. And I could even smell my surroundings.
Yes, there were grammatical things here or there that needed a bit of adjusting -- but they didn't take away from the great storytelling, the characters or the humour!
Excellent job! You should indeed be proud of yourself.
The Bloke
thank you!!!
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