Round Robbin 15/16
Nov. 10th, 2011 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whedonistFandom: Nikki & Nora
Pairing: Nikki/Nora
Story: Round Robin
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1shinyboat, nemodoryismyido and Pprbckwrtr
Rating: PG-13 to R – there’s some language
Disclaimer: Not ours. These characters mainly belong to Nancylee Myatt and others. For the most part this is unbeta'd...epp! All missing words and misspellings...are my dog's fault. =0)
A/N: It’s late, I’m tired so…uhm, nothing on this end…read and enjoy and thank you!
.Ch. 15 – DocWho2100
Kero tensed as the call came over the police radio signaling the firefight had begun. He resisted turning around, he could feel the woman's eyes boring into his back. He took a silk handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket and mopped his forehead. He wished Mrs. Ricci had gone with her husband and the others as they fled north. It would have meant he was on the road as well and away from this hell place. But instead, he was here, listening to the calls come from the different radio sets as his boss's gamble played out.
"There is a fox in our hen house."
Hearing the statement, Kero finally turned, looking at the older woman. "What?"
He watched her stand, smoothing her maroon blouse back into place, her image always important as she walked across the room to the police radio, listening to the call for medical transport to Chestnut and Second. She then moved to the second radio set that connected them to their men out in the field, the report coming back that they'd just lost Lydell.
"We have been played Kero. It seems our king has been checked," she began tapping her French manicured nail on the top of the radio, her eyes drifting to look out the window, following the boats bobbing up and down along the docks.
"They'll cap those cops and take out Jensen," he tried to reassure the woman.
"I do not care about Jensen. Our little bishop was captured and lost long ago. My husband's inability to manage even a simple task assured that," her words clipped out, each one terse and contemplated.
"What about that cop we've been using? The one with the sister," Kero questioned, unsettled by the controlled and calm manner Mrs. Ricci was displaying.
"A mistake, captured en passant. My husband thought he could use sleight of hand to slip past the authorities. His castle move has failed, the rook has been taken. Do you play chess Kero?"
"Um, no, sorry," he replied. "Do you want to play something while we wait? I have a deck of cards in the other room."
"No, I have played enough games today. It seems we have been lead to this point, a forced zugzwang," she reached over and shut down the radio, cutting off the frantic report coming through that another had been killed and the cops were closing in on their location, Jensen a no show. "They set the pieces in place and waited for us to follow the decoy as they slipped through."
"You mean those two cops that are driving Jensen? We're trying to get their location, but they split up from the safe house location, oh fuck," Kero hissed out, gritting his jaw as he realized what Ricci meant; they'd been setup.
"What did those two call themselves, Alpha One? How egotistical of them; there is only one Alpha here and it is time the Queen took control. Let's begin with a switch on the classic Queen's sacrifice, shall we?" as she spun around, Kero stepped back, Caroline Ricci's look of hatred mixed with dark glee scaring him.
Ricci took out her phone, laughing as she dialed a number. She waited as the voice mail message played. "Ah, hello Detective, nicely played, now then, here is an address, you will find Ricci there; he should have arrived by the time you hear this. He has four guards and one man that will always remain in a car in front of the house. They are driving two cars. In the trunk of the silver Mercedes is a locked box, open it and you will find a few items tying Ricci to several crimes. Enjoy the gift." She recited the address of her husband's location and a description of the two cars before hanging up, moving back to the window. She followed the path of a small boat as it moved away from the docks.
"Did you just give up your husband? What are you doing?" Kero looked at Ricci, startled by the action.
"Sacrifices need to be made when cleaning house. Let us see, should I use a version of the Mortimer Trap or more along the lines of the Queen Gambit Declined," her voice trailed off as she thought over her options. The faint sound of a ship's horn broke her reverie. "Ah, well, yes, now then Kero, come along. We have two more stops to make. You still have the guns in the car? There are a few pieces I need to remove."
Kero nodded as he followed her out, casting a backwards glance at the room. "Are we taking anything with us?"
"No. Burn this place; it is time to bring everything to ashes. I want everything associated with this mess burned and removed. Checkmate darlings, checkmate."
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Pairing: Nikki/Nora
Story: Round Robin
Authors:
1shinyboat, nemodoryismyido and PprbckwrtrRating: PG-13 to R – there’s some language
Disclaimer: Not ours. These characters mainly belong to Nancylee Myatt and others. For the most part this is unbeta'd...epp! All missing words and misspellings...are my dog's fault. =0)
A/N: It’s late, I’m tired so…uhm, nothing on this end…read and enjoy and thank you!
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Kero tensed as the call came over the police radio signaling the firefight had begun. He resisted turning around, he could feel the woman's eyes boring into his back. He took a silk handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket and mopped his forehead. He wished Mrs. Ricci had gone with her husband and the others as they fled north. It would have meant he was on the road as well and away from this hell place. But instead, he was here, listening to the calls come from the different radio sets as his boss's gamble played out.
"There is a fox in our hen house."
Hearing the statement, Kero finally turned, looking at the older woman. "What?"
He watched her stand, smoothing her maroon blouse back into place, her image always important as she walked across the room to the police radio, listening to the call for medical transport to Chestnut and Second. She then moved to the second radio set that connected them to their men out in the field, the report coming back that they'd just lost Lydell.
"We have been played Kero. It seems our king has been checked," she began tapping her French manicured nail on the top of the radio, her eyes drifting to look out the window, following the boats bobbing up and down along the docks.
"They'll cap those cops and take out Jensen," he tried to reassure the woman.
"I do not care about Jensen. Our little bishop was captured and lost long ago. My husband's inability to manage even a simple task assured that," her words clipped out, each one terse and contemplated.
"What about that cop we've been using? The one with the sister," Kero questioned, unsettled by the controlled and calm manner Mrs. Ricci was displaying.
"A mistake, captured en passant. My husband thought he could use sleight of hand to slip past the authorities. His castle move has failed, the rook has been taken. Do you play chess Kero?"
"Um, no, sorry," he replied. "Do you want to play something while we wait? I have a deck of cards in the other room."
"No, I have played enough games today. It seems we have been lead to this point, a forced zugzwang," she reached over and shut down the radio, cutting off the frantic report coming through that another had been killed and the cops were closing in on their location, Jensen a no show. "They set the pieces in place and waited for us to follow the decoy as they slipped through."
"You mean those two cops that are driving Jensen? We're trying to get their location, but they split up from the safe house location, oh fuck," Kero hissed out, gritting his jaw as he realized what Ricci meant; they'd been setup.
"What did those two call themselves, Alpha One? How egotistical of them; there is only one Alpha here and it is time the Queen took control. Let's begin with a switch on the classic Queen's sacrifice, shall we?" as she spun around, Kero stepped back, Caroline Ricci's look of hatred mixed with dark glee scaring him.
Ricci took out her phone, laughing as she dialed a number. She waited as the voice mail message played. "Ah, hello Detective, nicely played, now then, here is an address, you will find Ricci there; he should have arrived by the time you hear this. He has four guards and one man that will always remain in a car in front of the house. They are driving two cars. In the trunk of the silver Mercedes is a locked box, open it and you will find a few items tying Ricci to several crimes. Enjoy the gift." She recited the address of her husband's location and a description of the two cars before hanging up, moving back to the window. She followed the path of a small boat as it moved away from the docks.
"Did you just give up your husband? What are you doing?" Kero looked at Ricci, startled by the action.
"Sacrifices need to be made when cleaning house. Let us see, should I use a version of the Mortimer Trap or more along the lines of the Queen Gambit Declined," her voice trailed off as she thought over her options. The faint sound of a ship's horn broke her reverie. "Ah, well, yes, now then Kero, come along. We have two more stops to make. You still have the guns in the car? There are a few pieces I need to remove."
Kero nodded as he followed her out, casting a backwards glance at the room. "Are we taking anything with us?"
"No. Burn this place; it is time to bring everything to ashes. I want everything associated with this mess burned and removed. Checkmate darlings, checkmate."
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