Post by Kate Mercia on Sept 5, 2007 15:01:35 GMT -5
Phil stopped running as he reached the entrance to the dock where the HMS Dignity was moored. He stared at the giant, steel grey monster, looking pensive.
Kate caught up with him a few seconds later, catching her breath. God, she hadn't realised he could run that fast. She was pretty fast, but Phil was something else. She'd had to call out twice for him to slow down.
"You have a plan, right?" she asked breathlessly.
"It's forming," he admitted.
She frowned. "Is this the sort of plan that we make up as we go along?"
"Yep," he said cheerfully.
"My favourite kind," she said dryly.
Phil laughed. "Sarcasm won't help, lass."
She rolled her eyes. "So what's the plan?"
He looked her up and down, and as he did so, she couldn't help but straighten up slightly and push her shoulders back, sucking in her stomach and wishing that she'd paid attention to her hair that day.
"You're too clean," he complained.
She arched an eyebrow wordlessly and put a hand on her hip.
He grinned at her posture. "What I mean is, you need to look like a street urchin for this too work." He frowned pensively. "We need to get you dirty. Shouldn't be too hard in this place," he added, wrinkling his nose. "Probably my least favourite port."
Kate looked down at the dusty ground and lifted a handful of dirt, rubbing it over her clothes.
He smirked. "And your face."
She glared at him as she rubbed some of the hard, gritty dirt on her face, sure she was going to have a rash from it tomorrow. "You'll need to give me some lotion for this when I wash it off."
He grinned. "Now hair, lass."
"I'm not putting dirt in my hair," she protested. "It'll never come out."
He opened his mouth, then closed it. "Fine. Just... mess it up a little."
She scrunched it and fluffed it out, making it stick out like a dark cloud around her face.
Phil looked her up and down, grinning. "There. You look exactly like the pickpocket I met by the-"
She scowled at him, and he laughed. "Right, now for the actual plan. You have the sedatives?"
She tapped the pocket of her jeans.
"Give me," he said, holding out his hand impatiently.
She handed him the syringes.
He looked her up and down again. "It might not have been the best idea to dirty you up so soon, actually."
Kate rolled her eyes. "Too late now!"
"Well... how good are you at flirting?"
She started. "What?!"
He laughed. "Relax, lass! I just need you to distract one of the guards while I sedate the other."
"Looking like this?" she said doubtfully.
"You're the biggest flirt I've ever met, hopefully it'll still work," he teased.
"Oi," she replied sharply, kicking out at him.
He grinned mischievously at her. "I have a plan. Sort of."
"Go for it," she said, waiting.
"I'm going to take the uniform of the guard with the highest rank-"
"How do you know which one that is?"
"I've had my fair share of dealings with the navy," said Phil, darkly. "I'll take that uniform, and I'll escort you to the cells. You tried to steal my wallet, you urchin, ye," he grinned.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Mature," he commented. "I'll knock out the other guy the old-fashioned way..." He paused thoughtfully. "I'll need to vouch for you, and I'll need to give you a security check. It'll have to be me, because you'll have these," he said, handing her a dagger and a pistol.
She took them. "And I hide these how?"
He glanced at her jeans, vest top and long, deep blue v-neck jumper. "Good question, lass. Here, put the dagger in your boot. I'll take the gun."
She carefully slid the dagger into her left brown leather boot, careful not to cut either the leather or her foot.
"Right, when we get down to the cells, there'll be two Able Seamen-"
"But we only have one more sedative left," she answered.
"I know. I'll relieve one of them, and we'll sedate the other. I'll have the key, we get the others out."
"And then?" she prompted.
"We leg it as fast as we can," he finished. "That sound good?"
She frowned. "That's not vague at all."
"The main objective is to get them out, lass. And besides, we have the gun."
"Only six bullets."
"Twelve, actually," he answered. "Don't you have your gun with you?"
Her jaw dropped in realization. "I ... I do, actually. It's in my belt. The sweater covers it."
"Well, there we go then," he smiled. "You ready?"
Kate considered this. Ready to break into a heavily-guarded naval ship, and risk her life to save the motley crew that made up her ship?
She grinned. "Definitely."
Kate caught up with him a few seconds later, catching her breath. God, she hadn't realised he could run that fast. She was pretty fast, but Phil was something else. She'd had to call out twice for him to slow down.
"You have a plan, right?" she asked breathlessly.
"It's forming," he admitted.
She frowned. "Is this the sort of plan that we make up as we go along?"
"Yep," he said cheerfully.
"My favourite kind," she said dryly.
Phil laughed. "Sarcasm won't help, lass."
She rolled her eyes. "So what's the plan?"
He looked her up and down, and as he did so, she couldn't help but straighten up slightly and push her shoulders back, sucking in her stomach and wishing that she'd paid attention to her hair that day.
"You're too clean," he complained.
She arched an eyebrow wordlessly and put a hand on her hip.
He grinned at her posture. "What I mean is, you need to look like a street urchin for this too work." He frowned pensively. "We need to get you dirty. Shouldn't be too hard in this place," he added, wrinkling his nose. "Probably my least favourite port."
Kate looked down at the dusty ground and lifted a handful of dirt, rubbing it over her clothes.
He smirked. "And your face."
She glared at him as she rubbed some of the hard, gritty dirt on her face, sure she was going to have a rash from it tomorrow. "You'll need to give me some lotion for this when I wash it off."
He grinned. "Now hair, lass."
"I'm not putting dirt in my hair," she protested. "It'll never come out."
He opened his mouth, then closed it. "Fine. Just... mess it up a little."
She scrunched it and fluffed it out, making it stick out like a dark cloud around her face.
Phil looked her up and down, grinning. "There. You look exactly like the pickpocket I met by the-"
She scowled at him, and he laughed. "Right, now for the actual plan. You have the sedatives?"
She tapped the pocket of her jeans.
"Give me," he said, holding out his hand impatiently.
She handed him the syringes.
He looked her up and down again. "It might not have been the best idea to dirty you up so soon, actually."
Kate rolled her eyes. "Too late now!"
"Well... how good are you at flirting?"
She started. "What?!"
He laughed. "Relax, lass! I just need you to distract one of the guards while I sedate the other."
"Looking like this?" she said doubtfully.
"You're the biggest flirt I've ever met, hopefully it'll still work," he teased.
"Oi," she replied sharply, kicking out at him.
He grinned mischievously at her. "I have a plan. Sort of."
"Go for it," she said, waiting.
"I'm going to take the uniform of the guard with the highest rank-"
"How do you know which one that is?"
"I've had my fair share of dealings with the navy," said Phil, darkly. "I'll take that uniform, and I'll escort you to the cells. You tried to steal my wallet, you urchin, ye," he grinned.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Mature," he commented. "I'll knock out the other guy the old-fashioned way..." He paused thoughtfully. "I'll need to vouch for you, and I'll need to give you a security check. It'll have to be me, because you'll have these," he said, handing her a dagger and a pistol.
She took them. "And I hide these how?"
He glanced at her jeans, vest top and long, deep blue v-neck jumper. "Good question, lass. Here, put the dagger in your boot. I'll take the gun."
She carefully slid the dagger into her left brown leather boot, careful not to cut either the leather or her foot.
"Right, when we get down to the cells, there'll be two Able Seamen-"
"But we only have one more sedative left," she answered.
"I know. I'll relieve one of them, and we'll sedate the other. I'll have the key, we get the others out."
"And then?" she prompted.
"We leg it as fast as we can," he finished. "That sound good?"
She frowned. "That's not vague at all."
"The main objective is to get them out, lass. And besides, we have the gun."
"Only six bullets."
"Twelve, actually," he answered. "Don't you have your gun with you?"
Her jaw dropped in realization. "I ... I do, actually. It's in my belt. The sweater covers it."
"Well, there we go then," he smiled. "You ready?"
Kate considered this. Ready to break into a heavily-guarded naval ship, and risk her life to save the motley crew that made up her ship?
She grinned. "Definitely."
