" -- out of here! Let me out of h -- "
Apparently DI Sam Tyler was not expecting the door to give way, no matter how hard he was shoving at it.
It means that once it does open, he goes sprawling, catching himself on hands and knees and taking a deep breath.
Okay, two deep breaths
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'Oh get up, y'big girl. Wha's the matter, been on the gin on th' way back from the 'ospital?'
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'Bird's a gobby cow, Sam. An' worse, she's o'of our Paddy brethren from over there in Spudland. Need t'teach 'er a lesson.'
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Sam puts on one of his politest smiles while also taking a step back so that he is not in the line of fire.
Metaphorically.
"You sure you ought to do that with two drinks under your belt?"
Drunk -- or even tipsy -- on the firing range is not Sam's idea of a good day. Surprisingly.
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She kicks Hunt's foot where his long legs are sticking out from under the table.
"Are you coming or not?"
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''course I am.'
He stands up and rounds on his DI.
'I could do this wi' ten drinks in me, y'bloody fairy. Now, are you comin' or 'ave you got plans t'sit aroun' 'ere an' cry into your water or summat?'
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Or doing something else ill-considered, rash, and probably violent.
Plus, he finds himself wanting to see how all of this goes.
(It's better than thinking about what happened to him in that hospital room. Or about the girl from the telly.)
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She turns back to Gene, her eyes slitting as she looks him up and down.
".45 Magnum, I'm guessing. And you." She glances at Sam. "You look more like a .38."
She's like one of those tailors who can give you a single look and tell you what size jacket you wear.
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'.357, actually.'
He looks smug at her. He has been thinking of getting a .44 because Dirty Harry made it look so damn good but for now, .357 it is.
And he jerks his head at Sam, feeling the need to insult him because he thinks he still needs to learn his place. At the same time, he proved today (again) that he's not a bad copper at all.
'He's more a .22. Or jus' give 'im a girl's gun, 'e won' mind.'
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Because with Fiona standing right there, surely Gene did --
Then again, it's Gene Hunt. Sam closes his eyes and shakes his head for a second, just barely refraining from pinching the bridge of his nose.
"The .38 will do me fine, thanks."
Given Gene's commentary, not participating is just going to make him even more . . . . Gene. And Sam is not in the mood.
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"Suit yourself." She steps up to the bar and gets a brick of each, 250 rounds a box, and a brick of .223 while she's at it. They go into the duffle.
"Eyes and ears, please?" She collects the trio of safety glasses and sound dampening ear muffs that appear on the bar, and falls in step with Sam.
"You been out to the firing range here, yet?"
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And there's not a chance in hell he's wearing any poncy earmuffs or glasses. So he lets them walk ahead a few metres and orders a quiet refill of his flask and a double shot to go, flings it down his neck and follows them.
Behind them. Mainly so he can eye up her arse.
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Sam cracks a smile, half-laughing at himself.
"Took me long enough just to move on from thinking it's all a fever dream."
He's moved from fever dream to hallucination and/or figment, but -
That's like progress.
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"You're really new then. Well, on behalf of Milliways, welcome and I hope you enjoy your stay. I'm from Miami, 2008. I know when he's from. But you?"
She quirks an eyebrow at him. He does not strike her as Hunt's contemporary, not in the least.
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DCI Tyler runs through the possibilities for this conversation right quick.
Then --
"1973, same as the Gene Genie back there."
He cracks a slightly pained grin.
"I'm a man out of my time. What's a bloke to do?"
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"Simple. You blend."
She pulls a matte stainless SIG Sauer p226 from where it's tucked in the back of her pants. She drops the magazine, and eyes the top round before snapping it back in place with a motion so casual, it's clear she's done a thousand times before.
"I have a bet with your DCI. He thinks he can out shoot me."
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"Blend. Yeah. But I'm not sure I really want to be more like those blokes."
He follows that with a quickly-raised eyebrow.
"Oh does he, now? And you think you can outshoot him?"
Seeing the way she handles the SIG, Sam does not doubt that she probably can outperform Gene.
Coppers in 1973 do not regularly carry firearms. For one.
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