Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

So, where's Psycho? scratchy-voice asked the Welshman. Just like him to go off on one of his little jaunts, right at the wrong time. Sent him to do a sweep, isn't it? the Welshman replied, in his sing-song voice. To make sure the security guards and other witnesses were all sleeping nice and cosy, see. And why wouldn't they be? gruff-voice asked. That gas could knock out an elephant. It would only be anyone who was in this tiny section of the room could have escaped it. We made sure to - he looked up, as a third man entered, leading Tris at gunpoint. As well I checked, he said, in a dry Geordie accent. Caught this canny little menial setting off the security alarm. For what good it'd do. Listen, little menial, everyone in this building 'cept us is having a nice little snooze, get me? Tris shrugged. I could ask if that was a weapon, he said, flippantly. But it might be you're just pleased to see - nah. That one's got hairs on it, it's so old. Just keep them hands where I can see 'em, Psycho replied, sharply. Tris's mouth dropped in feigned surprise. And what are you doing kidnapping Ms Dwight's PA, anyway? he asked, as if genuinely interested, rather than that the question was rhetorical. You do know Ms Dwight went home about tenty minutes ago, right? Looks like you - He staggered forward as the butt of Psycho's handgun caught him in the back. Now try being cute again, and see what it gets you, the Geordie growled. You really think we're the type of amateurs that wouldn't make sure we had a good look at our target's dossier? Tris shrugged again, hoping the thugs wouldn't realise he'd tried the little trick to establish precisely that! So, it's like this, see, the Welshman said, turning his attention back to Elizabeth. What's going to happen is, we're going to walk out of here, nice and easy and unobtrusively. But my friend Charlie here, he's going to have the end of his shooter stuck right in your side. So, all you have to do is the slightest thing that worries him, and... He made a theatrical mime of shooting, using his fingers, even to the extent of blowing off imaginary smoke from his fingernails. What about the flunky? Charlie asked. Should we pistol-whip him? Nah! You know what Mr Cleese said, replied the Welshman. Can't risk a murder charge, isn't it? We shoot anyone, we make sure they're still alive afterwards. I think he's too soft-hearted for his own good, but there you have it, look you. So - we shoot the pretty thing, we shoot her in the leg or arm, see. Wreck her but not kill her. And as for this smart-mouthed one... he jerked his head towards Tris, gassing him won't work, see. He's seen us and he can give a description. And killing him, we can't do either. Swear me to secrecy on my honour as a boy sc -? began Tris. We'll have to take him with us, Charlie said. It ain't like there's not room in the van, after all, eh? Tris looked at Elizabeth. Hey, I am on time and a half for this, right? he asked. But whatever smart-mouthed remark he might have made after that was cut off by Psycho's arm, wrapped around his head to prevent him speaking. Five minutes later, Psycho and Charlie, Elizabeth and Tris the latter two securely trussed were sitting on the floor of a nondescript white van which, with the Welshman at the wheel was weaving its way through the packed streets.