The Harkness Supremacy - 4 of 12
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fangrrl_squeesTitle: The Harkness Supremacy - Chapter 4 of 12
Overall Rating: 15 (some violence, a tiny bit of slash, strong language)
Total Length: 11,100 words - which is why it's been broken down into 12 parts!
Chapter Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is an homage. The characters are not mine.
Summary: What happens when a member of MI6, an assassin and a former time agent run into each other in Hong Kong? Quite a lot.
Part 1 - James Bond hated Hong Kong...
Part 2 - 'You're not about to win any awards for safe driving.'
Part 3 - 'I must have *really* pissed M off.'
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The University of Hong Kong was a typical example of city architecture – a venue that used space vertically, rather than horizontally. A cluster of five and six story buildings covered an area smaller than the parking lot for an American theme park – and parking lots themselves were in short supply, Jack noticed, observing the number of bus lines and bicycles converging on the spot.
Both buses and bikes were homeward bound at this point, as the early evening rushed in and students and faculty were keen to kick off New Year celebrations. Therefore, Jack wasn’t very surprised to learn that Dr. Stuart Bell of the physics department was not in his office on the third floor of the faculty building. Far from being disappointed, Bell’s absence suited Jack just fine.
Making sure that no-one saw him, Jack quickly opened the locked door to Bell’s office with a small mechanical device that had served him well for many years and stepped inside. The size of a large walk-in closet, the space was largely dominated by stacks of papers and academic journals. Even Bell’s desk – undersized to suit the space – was hard to find and the chair accompanying it was filled with a stack of student papers, apparently awaiting distribution back to a class.
Jack stared at the sheer volume of stuff crammed into the space and decided to start with the default – the trash can. “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” Jack muttered as he poured a small torrent of receipts, old quizzes and official correspondence onto the floor at his feet.
Jack soon found something quite encouraging – a recent bank statement, which included images of all checks written and deposited. One of those checks – the most significant of the five that Bell had deposited in the past month – was written by Allan McNeal, the first of the two corpses that Harkness and Bond were investigating and apparent friend to the second. True, McNeal might have just been funding a tax-write off but Jack took it as a good omen. Tucking the statement into his pocket, he turned his attention to the filing cabinets and wondered if there was a computer buried somewhere out of sight…
On To Part 5
Overall Rating: 15 (some violence, a tiny bit of slash, strong language)
Total Length: 11,100 words - which is why it's been broken down into 12 parts!
Chapter Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is an homage. The characters are not mine.
Summary: What happens when a member of MI6, an assassin and a former time agent run into each other in Hong Kong? Quite a lot.
Part 1 - James Bond hated Hong Kong...
Part 2 - 'You're not about to win any awards for safe driving.'
Part 3 - 'I must have *really* pissed M off.'
***
The University of Hong Kong was a typical example of city architecture – a venue that used space vertically, rather than horizontally. A cluster of five and six story buildings covered an area smaller than the parking lot for an American theme park – and parking lots themselves were in short supply, Jack noticed, observing the number of bus lines and bicycles converging on the spot.
Both buses and bikes were homeward bound at this point, as the early evening rushed in and students and faculty were keen to kick off New Year celebrations. Therefore, Jack wasn’t very surprised to learn that Dr. Stuart Bell of the physics department was not in his office on the third floor of the faculty building. Far from being disappointed, Bell’s absence suited Jack just fine.
Making sure that no-one saw him, Jack quickly opened the locked door to Bell’s office with a small mechanical device that had served him well for many years and stepped inside. The size of a large walk-in closet, the space was largely dominated by stacks of papers and academic journals. Even Bell’s desk – undersized to suit the space – was hard to find and the chair accompanying it was filled with a stack of student papers, apparently awaiting distribution back to a class.
Jack stared at the sheer volume of stuff crammed into the space and decided to start with the default – the trash can. “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” Jack muttered as he poured a small torrent of receipts, old quizzes and official correspondence onto the floor at his feet.
Jack soon found something quite encouraging – a recent bank statement, which included images of all checks written and deposited. One of those checks – the most significant of the five that Bell had deposited in the past month – was written by Allan McNeal, the first of the two corpses that Harkness and Bond were investigating and apparent friend to the second. True, McNeal might have just been funding a tax-write off but Jack took it as a good omen. Tucking the statement into his pocket, he turned his attention to the filing cabinets and wondered if there was a computer buried somewhere out of sight…
On To Part 5
