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Stories from the Verse
Spy Verses
Chapter 110: Brown 144
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As Williams and his security detail approached, Derek watched carefully. He had to move first, but had to time the move to be pre-emptive. The steps were coming quickly, step, step, step, then Williams eyes moved to Derek and he began to raise his hand. It was time.
“Arrest that man,” Derek said, remembering his British accent, “under the authority of Her Majesty’s Secret Service, to be interrogated in connection with charges of treason and espionage.”
He had managed to speak before Williams, but the matter wasn’t settled. Williams was already making his move. “Arrest that boy, and take him to holding.”
Derek remained calm. “Lieutenant,” he said, remembering to pronounce the “v”, “I believe according to your protocols you must now detain both of us in separate holding cells and inform Colonel Simpkins of the situation. That information should include the fact that I had just declared an Ell Red Four See situation as you approached, identifying myself as an undercover agent here. You should also disarm us. The only weapons I am carrying are my darts, which utilize a classified nerve agent to render targets unconscious. You will have to exercise care with those, as it would be a serious situation were they to fall into the wrong hands. I believe Agent Williams is carrying a sidearm, which you should also sequester for the present.”
The lieutenant paused a moment, then nodded. “Agent Williams, please surrender your sidearm and any other weapons you are carrying.”
“What are you talking about. He’s the criminal; I’m ordering you to arrest him.”
“Yes sir, and he is ordering us to arrest you, and there seems to be a significant uncertainty concerning who has proper authority in the present situation, so we are going to have to get the Colonel to decide. Your sidearm.”
Williams removed the gun from the holster and handed it to the lieutenant in something of a huff. The lieutenant said to his companion, “Place him in detention room two.” Then he turned to Derek.
“I trust I will not have any trouble with you?”
“None at all, if we follow the protocols. With your permission, I would like to unstrap the apron which holds my darts and hand it to you. I also have a single spent dart in my jacket pocket which I probably should have left in my room, but you will want to handle it carefully.”
“Understood. Is removing the apron going to be difficult?”
“Not at all,” Derek said as he released the buckle and handed it to the lieutenant. He then carefully fished the dart from his pocket. “You understand that I am not much worried about this dart itself, but more about the chance that there might be enough toxin in it to affect you if you scratched yourself with it. I will want it returned, though.”
“Yes sir. I understand. If you will please come with me.”
Derek thus found himself placed in detention room one, where the door was locked behind him. He looked at himself in the one-way mirror and smiled, thinking of how much havoc he could cause by transforming to Ferris, but taking his mind off that he began to organize his thoughts more clearly in anticipation of the arrival of the Colonel.
There is a behind-the-writings look at the thoughts, influences, and ideas of this chapter, along with twenty other sequential chapters of this novel, in mark Joseph "young" web log entry #265: Versers in Motion. Given a moment, this link should take you directly to the section relevant to this chapter. It may contain spoilers of upcoming chapters.
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