‘Put Bammo and Cottsey on perimeter. You keep ‘em well out of it ‘til things start getting a bit tasty. Keep the pandas well out of it.’
Even here, plod are mostly useless.
‘They can stay up on the apron road...
…oh, give over, woman.’
He drags himself up to his feet. If she’s going to do this, she might as well do a proper job. He strides over to the map, and points.
‘Here. Just west of the runway. This line of trees…well, you won’t see ‘em from there, useless bunch of woodentops.
...why are we doin’ this, Bolly? I’ve lost my bloody team.’
If he can put everything else aside for a moment, that one thing remains unchanged. Without his team, he’s nothing. There’s no point carrying on this raid with no coppers, no real coppers, to play their parts. The whole point of these jobs is to help the officers, isn’t it? To push them towards resolution. Without them there, everything loses its meaning. Including him.
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Even here, plod are mostly useless.
‘They can stay up on the apron road...
…oh, give over, woman.’
He drags himself up to his feet. If she’s going to do this, she might as well do a proper job. He strides over to the map, and points.
‘Here. Just west of the runway. This line of trees…well, you won’t see ‘em from there, useless bunch of woodentops.
...why are we doin’ this, Bolly? I’ve lost my bloody team.’
If he can put everything else aside for a moment, that one thing remains unchanged. Without his team, he’s nothing. There’s no point carrying on this raid with no coppers, no real coppers, to play their parts. The whole point of these jobs is to help the officers, isn’t it? To push them towards resolution. Without them there, everything loses its meaning. Including him.