The not-really-Con-1 story
So this is primarily for Dora, and was written on the train on the way home from my brief jaunt at Con-1, but hopefully will make sense to people who weren't in giggle-snits in a bar in Birmingham.
Untitled
Rating: U
No spoilers
This totally happened.
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Alec glanced over his shoulder another time as he took a seat grudgingly. He was sitting down in a bar with Sterling. Willingly. With Mr. Interpol himself.
"Alright," he grumbled. "I'm here, what do you want?"
Sterling sat back in his seat, grinning infuriatingly.
"That's rather rude, Mr. Hardison." The man was altogether too proud of himself. "Here I've been more than polite and I'm about to do you a favour."
Alec could feel his teeth starting to grind. "Eliot's still hung over from whatever you dosed him with last night, Parker's missing, Sophie's late, and Nate's not even in the country. What do you *want*, Sterling?"
"Don't shout," Sterling said blandly. "I'd like you to look over my shoulder, to the end of the bar. There's a group of women, casually dressed." He waited for Alec's brusque nod. "Off-duty Interpol," Sterling intoned. "Britain, Norway and... Iceland."
Alec stiffened, almost imperceptibly. Casually as he could, he pulled out his phone and took a couple of photos.
"Just thought I'd give you a heads up, before you made a run for the bank." Sterling smiled again. "Among friends and all that."
"Are they on to us?" Alec asked, pulling his cap down further over his face and moving discretely back in his chair as two of the women turned to look, as if hearing the question.
"On to you, Mr. Hardison. I'm just another Interpol agent."
Alec narrowed his eyes and headed for the exit. He wasn't sticking around to see what happened next.
Untitled
Rating: U
No spoilers
This totally happened.
-
Alec glanced over his shoulder another time as he took a seat grudgingly. He was sitting down in a bar with Sterling. Willingly. With Mr. Interpol himself.
"Alright," he grumbled. "I'm here, what do you want?"
Sterling sat back in his seat, grinning infuriatingly.
"That's rather rude, Mr. Hardison." The man was altogether too proud of himself. "Here I've been more than polite and I'm about to do you a favour."
Alec could feel his teeth starting to grind. "Eliot's still hung over from whatever you dosed him with last night, Parker's missing, Sophie's late, and Nate's not even in the country. What do you *want*, Sterling?"
"Don't shout," Sterling said blandly. "I'd like you to look over my shoulder, to the end of the bar. There's a group of women, casually dressed." He waited for Alec's brusque nod. "Off-duty Interpol," Sterling intoned. "Britain, Norway and... Iceland."
Alec stiffened, almost imperceptibly. Casually as he could, he pulled out his phone and took a couple of photos.
"Just thought I'd give you a heads up, before you made a run for the bank." Sterling smiled again. "Among friends and all that."
"Are they on to us?" Alec asked, pulling his cap down further over his face and moving discretely back in his chair as two of the women turned to look, as if hearing the question.
"On to you, Mr. Hardison. I'm just another Interpol agent."
Alec narrowed his eyes and headed for the exit. He wasn't sticking around to see what happened next.