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Harry knows who's pounding on the door and wonders why the bastard doesn’t break it down: it's more his style.
That's how they'd come to this, right enough. Because Gene Hunt had done what he always did, charging in without stopping to look or think. He'd always find a good excuse for it, after the fact. That’s why he's here now. Not to apologize for what he’s done, but to justify it to himself.
He opens the door just wide enough to shove the flask into Gene’s hands.
“You’ll need it,” he says, “when they find out what you’ve done."