Monday, October 22, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 129.07


White scowled as his sergeant brought out his mobile and began tapping in their destination. “What's the name of the place we're looking for?”

“We're not looking for it, sergeant. I know exactly where it is.” White took a deep breath. He had no idea why phones made him so angry. Was it because people relied on technology at the expense of common sense and education? He had a niece, Michelle; the grand-daughter of Beryl's sister Doris. She was a lovely girl but could take three from five without a calculator. “I don't need to know maths,” she said when he'd tried to teach her the rudiments. “That's what calculators are for, innit?”

“Hobb's Dolman.” he said at last. “Another twenty minute's walk that way.” He pointed slightly west of north.

Peters frowned at his tiny screen. “It says 'no direct route found.”

White laughed. There was some justice in the world, after all. “There aren't any roads to the place, sergeant. Just follow me, we'll soon find it.”

“Now it says there's no satellite coverage.”

“There's too much of that if you ask me.” He looked up into the clear blue and fancied he could see sunshine glinting off an orbital spy. “Have you ever wondered who's watching us right now? Spying on a beechwood glade miles away from anywhere from the sterilised insanity of a government bunker?”

Peters looked up, holding his mobile like Lady Justice on the top of the Old Bailey. “Looking at us? I doubt it, sir. You're just being paranoid.”

“Just because you're paranoid it doesn't mean they're not out to get you.”

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