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Tattoo Book 7 part 3.7

Posted by harmony0stars on September 17, 2011

Glory was not pleased with Jack’s arrangements. A ferry? Really? Another ferry? She fumed silently, giving Jack an irritable glare whenever he made the mistake of showing his face. Apparently the old man who ran it ‘knew how to keep a secret for the right price.“ That was not exactly a comforting epitaph. Someone who’d keep silent for the right price would also spill their guts for a better one. And the ship, not a boat as she was informed by the irritable old man, looked as though it might sink to the bottom of the ocean if the wind blew too hard. She didn’t bother to tell him that the term ferryboat, not ferry-ship, implied otherwise.

To make matters worse, she’d discovered that having Phoenix on her computer and giving him access to the internet might not have been the best idea. It was only by accident that she opened her browser and the tabs he‘d most recently exited came up. He was not so computer savvy that he had thought to delete his browser history either. Unfortunately, he was a fast learner. It wasn’t more than a few hours after she’d set them up that she discovered he’d already disabled the computer’s parental controls. In the meantime, he’d joined several forums and even made himself a Twitter account, though the idea of him actually wanting to communicate with anyone puzzled her. He wasn‘t exactly gregarious.

They’d had a huge fight about it- about how it wasn’t safe for him wander around willy-nilly on the internet. Honestly they didn’t know if he was susceptible to computer viruses in his new ‘incarnation.’ And even a careless comment made on a message board might bring the wrong kind of attention, or give her sister a leg up if she happened to be trolling the web for info. Who knew?

Phoenix’s implication that she was paranoid was completely unwarranted. He might be familiar with computers through Aaron, but that didn’t mean someone else didn’t know more. Heck, she hardly knew a thing about computers, but she knew Google could find just about anything if you put in the right search terms.

They were currently not talking, which was very mature for a billion year old fire-thing. Glory hadn’t threatened him, since she felt threats were equally immature, but she was half ready to remove him from his brand new ’body’ when she finally got home. She didn’t want to though. If she started throwing her weight around like that, what was to stop her from getting just as bad as her father and his cronies? They didn’t seem to have any qualms about enslaving or outright murdering anyone who disagreed with them, and the last thing she wanted was to follow in their footsteps.

The ferry was a long time reaching Dublin, twice as long as a legit ferry would have taken. Jack promised there would be a car waiting. Given the state of the ferry though, Glory was not looking forward to the nearly two hour trip to Tara in whatever junker he‘d been conned into taking.

She watched Ireland go by on her left as the ferry followed the shoreline and breathed a sigh of relief when they chugged into port. They’d purchased a harp case for the key, and she had it slung to her back along with her laptop. The Stone was safely wrapped like a present, and no one would be the wiser unless they tried to pick it up. If anyone thought Jack or her cousins were rude for not offering to carry either for her, they kept such thoughts to themselves. Jack led them from the port, apologizing for the walk. Apparently they had to go a bit out of their way to collect their transport from his seedy contact.

Glory didn’t mind the walk, but Trevor was in sad shape. Despite her nose bleed and her fight with the Hound, she’d bounced back from the ordeal within a few hours. Trevor had fallen into bed every night since Scone and was twitchy and irritable when he was awake. Mike stuck by his side like glue, concerned and distracted by his best friend’s obvious anxiety. Yet Trevor couldn’t say what was wrong. It was ‘just a feeling.’

“It should be just around the corner,” Jack assured them, having lef them down one cramped alley after another. They came out on a church, and he paused, cocking his head at a black sedan sitting in front of it.

“Is that it?” Glory asked, looking forward to setting the stone down for a while. Its shape was just awkward enough to be uncomfortable. Much to her relief, the car wasn’t even close to as bad as she’d expected.

“Er… no,” Jack said, taking a step back. “In fact, I think it‘d be best if we scarpered.” The doors opened and two very large men stepped out on either side of the car. From their suits and dark glasses, they looked like officials of some kind, British secret service maybe.

“Friends of yours?” Mike asked.

“Never seen them before in my life,” Jack said as they backed into the alley, the men beginning to jog after them. They bolted back the way they‘d come, but Glory’s burden and Trevor’s exhaustion quickly slowed them down.

They came to an intersection and stumbled in three different directions. “Keep going,” Glory called as she saw Trevor and Mike pause and begin to turn. “You know where we’re going. I’ll see you there.”

Jack leapt into the air, barely reaching the roof of a rundown house, while Mike and Trevor went straight on. She quickly lost site of everyone as she ran. Glory ducked behind some trashcans as soon as she turned another corner and hoped their pursuit hadn’t seen her. She cautiously peered between the cans and cursed as she saw a man in a suit trotting towards her, glancing back and forth as he approached. Snatching up an old shoe at her feet, she tossed it down the opposite street and quickly ducked out of sight. The man stopped and glanced towards the noise, finally trotting towards it. Glory waited as long as she could before getting up and running in the opposite direction.

But either the man changed his mind or the scuff of her shoe on the ground alerted him to his mistake. She had only gone a few feet before a shout came from behind. Glory ran, turning corner after corner and hoping she’d outpace him enough that he wouldn’t know which turn she had taken. The place was a regular warren of alleyways.

to Book 7, part 3, page 8

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4 Responses to “Tattoo Book 7 part 3.7”

  1. Fiona said

    Ha ha, someone’s tweeting!

  2. Zack said

    “In fact, I think it‘d be best if we scarpered.”
    At first I thought you meant scampered, but thanks to you and Dictionary.com, I learned a new word.

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