Ok, here we go, it’s time for a double dose of SoCS, after I missed the last installment of this story.
I’m using two of Linda G Hill‘s prompts, one from Friday and one from last week, so I shall attempt to include both of these suggestions in today’s episode;
” “high/low.” Use one, use both, bonus points for starting and finishing with one or both…
…and;
“guess.” Use it any way you’d like. “
Right, here goes…
The Accumulator, part forty one.
Scene: High above the pub, looking down the steep sided river valley (the director has added the classic “binoculars” effect to the opening shot, to show this is a first person POV); from our elevated vantage point we have a clear view of the small stone bridge and the road crossing it.
A car turns out of the car park and our view of it tightens, blurs for a moment as the watcher zooms in, then jumps back into focus and follows the high end saloon as it pulls away, then accelerates down the road, keeping pace until it vanishes from sight under the trees that line the river.
As the green of the beech canopy fills the screen, the shot cuts to Carlisle, who is standing next to the battered getaway car with Adam. Patrick leans out of the driver’s widow as Carlisle lowers the binoculars and looks expectantly at him.
“Well, has he gone?”
“Yes, he’s gone scurrying back to his nice safe little office in the city, I guess the country air was too rich for him.”
“And..?”
Carlisle lifts the binoculars once again and we see him scan the scene below for a moment.
“Dorn is still there, but we should get down there now, in case we miss him leaving, we don’t want to lose him now.”
Patrick starts the engine, the other two men climb in and the scene ends as the car drives off into the distance.
***
Flashback sequence: We now see a brief montage; Carlisle talking to an unidentified man in a dimly lit room full of electronic equipment, handing over cash and shaking hands; Adam giving an envelope to the bike courier; DCI Paddick in his office, typing an email which says “We have to meet”; Paddick leaving his office and driving out of the city; Carlisle, Patrick and Adam tailing him in the nondescript hatchback; Carlisle sitting in the back of the car, wearing headphones, listening intently; and a close up of the envelope on Dorn’s table, in which the ends of tiny wires can be seen protruding from the torn edge.
***
Scene: A table on the pub terrace.
The man DCI Paddick knows as “Dorn” has just finished a call and he slips the phone into his pocket as he looks around for a waiter. Seeing no staff in attendance, Dorn takes out his wallet and lays a couple of notes on his plate next to the cigar butts, weighing them down with his cup.
He stands up and strolls away from the terrace, then stops and returns to his table to pick up the empty envelope. We follow him as he takes the long route through the garden by the river, round the outside of the building and into the car park. Always cautious, he looks around him as he walks, automatically checking other vehicles for suspicious activity before climbing into the back of a black Jaguar. His driver waits for the door to close, pulls smoothly out away and heads for the exit.
Dorn’s car turns left along a road that follows the river, down a tunnel of tall beech trees which filter sunlight into constantly changing, dappled patterns in the shady woodlands on either side.
A few seconds later, we see a rather tatty, dented hatchback come over the bridge and pass the pub, heading after the Jaguar at a discreet distance.
Scene: Inside the hatchback.
Patrick is driving, Adam is in the passenger seat and Carlisle is in the back, looking down at something in his hand.
Dorn’s car, following a bend in the road up ahead, goes out of sight for a moment and Adam looks sharply across at Patrick.
“Don’t get too far behind, we’ll lose him.”
“It’s ok, our wannabe James Bond back there can track him with his fancy gadgets, can’t you, agent Carlisle?”
“You can take the piss if you like, but if it wasn’t for…wait..shit!”
“What’s the problem?”
“I…the signal…there’s something wrong with…”
“What?”
Adam looks back at Carlisle, who stares at him with a grim expression just as the car reaches the apex of the curve, revealing a stretch of empty road and a crossroads ahead of them.
Patrick slows as they approach the junction and turns to Carlisle, who holds up a black box with a stubby aerial on top, the small screen showing only four words;
SIGNAL LOST: BATTERY LOW
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To be continued using next (week’s prompt {which can now be found HERE})…
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