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Imperfect – Scene 07 – Hiding

Imperfect Hiding The first thing we did after we’d been shown our hiding place (a room at the back of the pub, up two flights of stairs and at the end of a corridor) was to get some sleep. The room was basic, obviously not used often but ready should there be a sudden influx of guests. It had all the usual features you’d expect, just a little older than you’d have in your home. It was like they’d furnished it from a second-hand shop rather than buying new. There was a double bed in the corner and a sofa with a small pull-out underneath it which faced the screen area. Above the sofa was a window with heavy net curtains and even heavier duty light-blocking curtains at either side. In the corner next to the bed there was a…
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Imperfect – Scene 06 – Get Away Car

Imperfect Get Away Car Rosie, Cat and I were holed up in the George & Dragon about twenty miles outside Cambridge. We’d arrived there on foot after dark, coming in by the back door at three in the morning after the cleaning staff had long gone. We’d done our anti-surveillance drills as a team through Cambridge until we got to a lock-up garage in a quiet suburban street. It was one of a row of six in a housing development that looked at least one hundred years old. Some of the houses certainly looked more than a bit shabby. When Rosie opened the garage it contained a car with a dust sheet over it. “Here are our wheels!” she said, pulling the dust sheet off with a bit of a flourish. Underneath was a silver coloured car, of a type I…
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Imperfect – Scene 05 – Questions

Imperfect Questions I stuck to the script when they interrogated me, and it seemed to be working. However they weren’t just going to let me go, they needed to verify it. My legend was quite detailed, but then I’d had three years to put it into place, and I’d also invested several hours a week during term time in putting it into practice, not to mention the reading time and writing the essays to maintain it. I had always felt that it would be worth it someday, and now that was looking like the proverbial rainy day that I had been saving it all up for. DC Fletcher came back into the room, she’d been away for three hours and 17 minutes. Having the terminal let me keep track of time, even if it couldn’t make it to the outside…
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Imperfect – Scene 04 – Recce

Imperfect Recce Rosie and I found Cat at the studio where they both worked, she was still at work editing some of last night’s footage before narrow casting it to the subscription channels they contributed content to. Cat was surprised to see us both together, but offered us some coffee from the filter machine on the kitchen counter. I made some more coffee while Rosie filled in Cat on what we knew so far. The studio was an only very slightly converted two bedroom flat. The kitchen served as the main editing suite, as well as sometimes being used for making cookery videos. The sitting room had been converted into a couple of different sorts of studio. Depending on the camera angle you could do a talk show with the sofa, a talking head shot close on the presenter, an…
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Imperfect – Scene 03 – Interrogation

Imperfect Interrogation I was guided down two flights of stairs to an interview room in the high security bowels of the station. As I went down I idly wondered how many uncooperative criminals had fallen down these stairs. Although on reflection I realised that all the injuries would have been sustained at the bottom of the They took me into a windowless room with a rectangular table in the middle flanked by two chairs on each of the longer sides. All the furniture was bolted to the floor. Embedded in the table was a recording device. Blue pinstripe pushed me into one of the seats without preamble. Opposite me sat a female officer who looked to be about 30. She was also in a trouser suit, light brown eyes, dyed blonde hair, I could see the slight brown at the…
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