Post by Kate Mercia on Oct 8, 2007 10:52:11 GMT -5
"Let go of my arm!" the urchin squealed, as Warrant Officer Smith dragged her along the passageways.
He didn't even bother answering her, just rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, fuc-"
"Shut up." His voice was harsh.
Kate bit down on her lip - her arm really did hurt. Phil had one hell of a grip.
The inside of the naval frigate was possibly the most depressing place Kate had ever been in. The walls were nothing but dull, cold grey steel, veined with thick white and steel pipes. The noise of water in them gurgled and echoed, amplified by the thin layer of metal.
The corridor was as freezing cold as it looked, and Phil's heavy boots rang off the stony grey floor, making an eerie series of echoes down the corridor.
If this was the corridor, what were the cells like?
A naval officer - she had no clue about rank or things like that - stopped in front of them and narrowed his eyes, squinting at Phil, clearly wondering why he hadn't seen him before.
Phil raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
The guy stood up straight immediately. "No, sir."
"That's good then."
Thank God Kate could keep a straight face.
"Another pirate?" the dude asked, frowning.
Phil scowled. "No, caught her trying to pickpocket me out on the dock. She almost got there, too."
Kate matched his scowl, squinting up at the navy man. He made a grimace of distaste at the dirt on her, before stepping aside to let them past.
A short time later, they arrived at - another - metal door, where there was a security guard, who merely arched an eyebrow.
Clearly the uniform brought with it a certain respect.
They'd got lucky.
Phil/Warrant Officer Smith repeated the story of the almost-stolen wallet, then pinned Kate against the wall, looking at her almost apologetically, before running his hands along her, 'frisking' her for concealed weapons.
She suddenly grew unreasonably hot in the cold room, feeling a slight rush of colour as his hands ran across her.
Note to self: if we get out of here, slap him for this....
Any feelings of heat and embarrassment suddenly multiplied by about 400 as he progressed down to her legs. Oh, God...
His hands ran over the knives protruding from her boots slightly, before he stood up. "She's clear."
The security guard let them through, and as soon as they were out of earshot, Kate hissed in Phil's ear. "I think you were doing that a little too convincingly."
He smiled wickedly at her, before dragging her down a series of steps into the ship's briggs...
He didn't even bother answering her, just rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, fuc-"
"Shut up." His voice was harsh.
Kate bit down on her lip - her arm really did hurt. Phil had one hell of a grip.
The inside of the naval frigate was possibly the most depressing place Kate had ever been in. The walls were nothing but dull, cold grey steel, veined with thick white and steel pipes. The noise of water in them gurgled and echoed, amplified by the thin layer of metal.
The corridor was as freezing cold as it looked, and Phil's heavy boots rang off the stony grey floor, making an eerie series of echoes down the corridor.
If this was the corridor, what were the cells like?
A naval officer - she had no clue about rank or things like that - stopped in front of them and narrowed his eyes, squinting at Phil, clearly wondering why he hadn't seen him before.
Phil raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
The guy stood up straight immediately. "No, sir."
"That's good then."
Thank God Kate could keep a straight face.
"Another pirate?" the dude asked, frowning.
Phil scowled. "No, caught her trying to pickpocket me out on the dock. She almost got there, too."
Kate matched his scowl, squinting up at the navy man. He made a grimace of distaste at the dirt on her, before stepping aside to let them past.
A short time later, they arrived at - another - metal door, where there was a security guard, who merely arched an eyebrow.
Clearly the uniform brought with it a certain respect.
They'd got lucky.
Phil/Warrant Officer Smith repeated the story of the almost-stolen wallet, then pinned Kate against the wall, looking at her almost apologetically, before running his hands along her, 'frisking' her for concealed weapons.
She suddenly grew unreasonably hot in the cold room, feeling a slight rush of colour as his hands ran across her.
Note to self: if we get out of here, slap him for this....
Any feelings of heat and embarrassment suddenly multiplied by about 400 as he progressed down to her legs. Oh, God...
His hands ran over the knives protruding from her boots slightly, before he stood up. "She's clear."
The security guard let them through, and as soon as they were out of earshot, Kate hissed in Phil's ear. "I think you were doing that a little too convincingly."
He smiled wickedly at her, before dragging her down a series of steps into the ship's briggs...