(no subject)
It had taken all of Vimes' nerve not to leave the Compound as soon as Eostre had come to him with the news that Mack had disappeared. These things, some part of his mind constantly told him, were better settled simply, on one's own. He would go out into the jungle, he would find the bastard who had taken her. And then he would take care of him.
But he knew exactly where that kind of thinking led.
So he had woken up the the IPD and the squints. He had waited patiently while the evidence was examined. He had not flown into a rage when it had quickly surfaced that F, the bloody-damned animal vampire thing, had taken her. He had assembled as many of the IPD as he could find in the middle of the night on short notice, with the plan of breaking into groups and scouring the entire island if necessary.
And then, closer to Sunday morning than Saturday night, they were off. The wolves, Diefenbaker and Grey Wind, were in the lead, following the twisting path that F had taken with the child. It had jumped all over the place at first - the creature had had enough brains to collect food, and it had spent some time hidden in a hut, it had wandered aimlessly (doing gods know what to the baby, Vimes thought, and quickly suppressed it). But now, by the looks of things, they were headed in a straight line towards the caves. It bloody figured.
Vimes' face was cold and determined. He had no intention of going back until he had found her.
[For all IPD members who want to take part in the search party! Just tag in gathering style. This one's timed for Sunday morning-ish.]
But he knew exactly where that kind of thinking led.
So he had woken up the the IPD and the squints. He had waited patiently while the evidence was examined. He had not flown into a rage when it had quickly surfaced that F, the bloody-damned animal vampire thing, had taken her. He had assembled as many of the IPD as he could find in the middle of the night on short notice, with the plan of breaking into groups and scouring the entire island if necessary.
And then, closer to Sunday morning than Saturday night, they were off. The wolves, Diefenbaker and Grey Wind, were in the lead, following the twisting path that F had taken with the child. It had jumped all over the place at first - the creature had had enough brains to collect food, and it had spent some time hidden in a hut, it had wandered aimlessly (doing gods know what to the baby, Vimes thought, and quickly suppressed it). But now, by the looks of things, they were headed in a straight line towards the caves. It bloody figured.
Vimes' face was cold and determined. He had no intention of going back until he had found her.
[For all IPD members who want to take part in the search party! Just tag in gathering style. This one's timed for Sunday morning-ish.]