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He was falling falling like a shooting star

down like a rock

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Chasing another in a long line of villains. Bodie had switched back to circle around the rear of the building, while he'd taken the front.

He'd known it'd been a bad idea as the door opened and their quarry paused, not expecting another armed man out front, then dove towards Doyle

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Doyle sneezed

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"Don't think this is one of your better ideas, Angelfish"

Doyle hadn't been feeling well most of the day, should've been at home in bed. Except their type didn't stay at home in bed, now did they?

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The bullet came whizzing towards where Sykes had been, but Sykes was no longer there to meet it

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"I meant you, and the cold. Both temperature and germ-wise"

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Bodie took off jogging out of sight around the curve of a side path

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Doyle could see the bullet, if that were possible with its trajectory and its high rate of speed; but what he really saw was Bodie behind it, as the horror of what was about to happen began to unfold across his features

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"I'll be fine. Nothing a good hot cuppa and a good night's sleep won't cure."
"Yeah, and when are we next set for one of those?"

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Doyle thought he could see a word start to form on Bodie's lips.

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It was nothing like what Doyle had expected it to be, though truthfully he remembered little about Mayli's little field trip. No, more like he'd been hit by a sledgehammer with a fine point, both lifting him up, knocking him off his feet and drilling directly into his chest

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"DOYLLLLLLLLE ~"

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In a way, it seemed fitting that it would be Bodie's bullet: not some terrorist, or some drug runner, or some IRA goon.

Sykes fell into a rolling drop, then slipped away, suddenly a bit player in this unfolding drama

Only Bodie could have the honour -

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" DOYLLLLLLLLE ~"

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"It won't take too long, just have to cut him off and then we've got him."

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" DOYLLLLLLLLE ~"

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And the ground was rushing up to meet him -

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"Doyle." He was being shaken awake, Bodie at the other end of the arm shaking his shoulder. "Wake up; we're being summoned. Sykes has finally been spotted. C'mon, then. And wipe the drool off your face. Hate to ask what you've been up to in your sleep."

Doyle stood, adjusting his wool jacket, looking around the empty break room for a second, then following his partner's back retreating through the door.