scotch_and_cigs (scotch_and_cigs) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-04-01 11:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | wisdom |
another bit of Pete's past
Who: Pete Wisdom - narrative
NPCs: Limey, a source of Pete's
When: March 2004 - backdated
Where: Pete's flat, on the phone
What: Among many other calls made, Pete calls on a favor to keep an eye on Alison
Rating: PG-13
"Wisdom..." The voice of Limey, a source Pete's used for years, groans on the phone line. "What in the gawd's green earth do you want now?"
"As I recall it, Limey, you're the bloke who owes me."
"What?" Limey pauses on the phone. "Damn. You're right. A rotter scoundrel, but you're right. What is it...?" He asks with what sounds like dread in in voice.
Pete laughs, pausing to take a drag out of his smoke. "Bloody hell, it's not that bad. I only have one favor that you may never have to cash in on for the rest of your pathetic life."
"Nice." Limey's voice crackles on the phone. "Y' know it's not that pathetic. I met a girlie on the phone the other day. She seems nice."
"Cor! Spare me the details! Look, all I'm asking is if you keep an eye out for one name: Alison Blaire."
"Blaire, eh? Wot, she a contact? Something that makes the job worth doin'?"
"Shut it, Limey. Nothing like that. She's just a kid. A good one. Just... if her name ever comes across. Just let me know right away. OK? And only me. No BA or Rory, Right?"
"D' I get a first crack at the bird?"
"Not unless you want your body crushed." Pete's eyes narrow and his voice become low and grumbly.
"Right.. Right.. Fine. I'll keep an eye and ear out. Do tell me this makes us even."
Pete nods into the phone. "We're even."