Ishtar's leaving post
Time: April 30th, 5.45am
Place: Ishtar's room, the bar and outside
Status: Private - Complete
Summary: Ishtar gets an early summons back to London
Ishtar dragged herself sluggishly back into the waking world as the insistent, shrill chime of her mobile 'phone hammered against her ears.
She flicked open the 'phone, and the text brought her to full alertness. Drugs raid. "Shit!" She sat up, trying to ignore how the room was swimming. She used the only pre-programmed speed-dial number on her phone. "Petaline, sweetie, get me a taxi."
"It's already on the way. Fifteen minutes, tops," came the calm drawl.
"How long have we got?"
"Our mole says that the vice squad are planning to hit the labs tomorrow."
"We can still salvage this. I'm sobering and drying out."
"You're going cold turkey?"
"I'll need a clear head to pull one over the Met's finest. I'll see you at HQ." Ishtar hung up, and threw her phone down on her bed in a fit of pique.
Five minutes later she was showered, five minutes after that she was dressed, and not many minutes thereafter, she was at the bar. She dumped a large shoebox on a table, writing a note on the top in lipstick.
Uppers, downers and shake-em-all-abouters.
Help yourselves.
Ishtar.
That done, she raced through the corridors to the front door, and out into the waiting taxi.
Place: Ishtar's room, the bar and outside
Status: Private - Complete
Summary: Ishtar gets an early summons back to London
Ishtar dragged herself sluggishly back into the waking world as the insistent, shrill chime of her mobile 'phone hammered against her ears.
She flicked open the 'phone, and the text brought her to full alertness. Drugs raid. "Shit!" She sat up, trying to ignore how the room was swimming. She used the only pre-programmed speed-dial number on her phone. "Petaline, sweetie, get me a taxi."
"It's already on the way. Fifteen minutes, tops," came the calm drawl.
"How long have we got?"
"Our mole says that the vice squad are planning to hit the labs tomorrow."
"We can still salvage this. I'm sobering and drying out."
"You're going cold turkey?"
"I'll need a clear head to pull one over the Met's finest. I'll see you at HQ." Ishtar hung up, and threw her phone down on her bed in a fit of pique.
Five minutes later she was showered, five minutes after that she was dressed, and not many minutes thereafter, she was at the bar. She dumped a large shoebox on a table, writing a note on the top in lipstick.
Uppers, downers and shake-em-all-abouters.
Help yourselves.
Ishtar.
That done, she raced through the corridors to the front door, and out into the waiting taxi.