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“Is that a potato peeler poking me? where my kidney should be?” Crowley looked to his left side.
“Well, I'm not pleased to see you” Jackson pushed the point into the shirt and then the skin.
“You are!” Crowley smiled and tried to back off. He was already at the furtherest side of the bus shelter.
“We had an understanding” Jackson growled. Holding the weapon steady.
“And it is still understood. I'm not here, just passing through” he held his hands out and lost the smile. “My exocarp doesn't require removing”
“I could start at the top and see how are down I can get before it breaks” Lamb threatened.
“You always say the sweetest things. Buy a guy a drink first though” Crowley winked.
Jackson moved the peeler up his sleeve, easy to take out again.
“What about the dubby tail you are dragging through my patch?” Lamb had been watching out the window for the last hour. Crowley had been getting on each bus, asking a question, getting a negative answer and getting off again.
River had taken more of an interest, Mostly in the other set of eyes on this guy with the sunglasses. He was working his way through the back yards of the neighbouring buildings. To ambush the smaller man in the trench coat. A trench coat, in summer, in London.
“All yours, but I wouldn't recommend it.” Crowley tapped out a code in Morse on his knee.
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“One of your lot? You have a falling out?” Jackson asked, as he took in the subtle actions.
“Few years ago now. They hold a grudge” he widened his eyes to check if the other man had understood.
“I know the feeling” Jackson sighed.
Crowley's eyes flicked up to the electronic timetable at the top of the shelter. 3 minutes until the next bus anywhere.
“When's your bus?”
“Four minutes or so”