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thegentlemanthug) wrote2013-01-15 09:36 pm
thegentlemanthug) wrote2013-01-15 09:36 pm
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Ripper Street/Jack's Alley
Bennet Drake isn't as young as he used to be.
When he was no more than a boy, but wore the uniform of a man, Drake could outmatch any private in his unit in a sprint or in the ring. While he's still got his boxing fists, his legs aren't up to scratch and that's why their suspect is getting away.
The Inspector took the right fork when Drake took the left, and their maverick doctor with a gun is somewhere nearby. And while Drake thinks Homer Jackson is a law unto himself that no self-respecting copper would touch with a barge pole, he's grateful for another man on their side this night.
Whitechapel is cloaked in fog and Drake is running blind.
Right into the lad he's chasing.
One minute later, he's on the ground. He doesn't remember the fall, as he watches the lad disappear into the fog.
But his hand is clasped tightly to his side and, when he lifts it away, his palm is red.
When he was no more than a boy, but wore the uniform of a man, Drake could outmatch any private in his unit in a sprint or in the ring. While he's still got his boxing fists, his legs aren't up to scratch and that's why their suspect is getting away.
The Inspector took the right fork when Drake took the left, and their maverick doctor with a gun is somewhere nearby. And while Drake thinks Homer Jackson is a law unto himself that no self-respecting copper would touch with a barge pole, he's grateful for another man on their side this night.
Whitechapel is cloaked in fog and Drake is running blind.
Right into the lad he's chasing.
One minute later, he's on the ground. He doesn't remember the fall, as he watches the lad disappear into the fog.
But his hand is clasped tightly to his side and, when he lifts it away, his palm is red.
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"We'll forget anything that happened," he repeats slowly.
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"I won't tell the Inspector," he finds himself saying, "if that's what concerns you. But I don't like it."
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Jackson wraps the blankets back around Drake before stepping away, voice gruff. "You should rest up."
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He knows he did the right thing.
But it's left him cold. And alone.