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LOUIS PARTRIDGE
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THAT'S ENOUGH DRIVING FOR NOW.
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I stopped at a caravan park to stop for the night and locked every door and window making sure no one can get in, I grabbed an apple and bit into, its currently 7:23 PM at night and I have a rule for myself not to eat after 6 30 so I'm kinda breaking it, I shut the door of the front of the driver and passenger seat so absolutely no one can see inside and saw the bed empty but then heard the little snores from her coming from beside me on the couch, I sighed and looked back at the bed, I know there's only one bed but she should have it tonight, I admit I was being rude and a bit of a dick, I mean all she said was Gemini shit so I think I stepped over the line a bit, she didnt deserve that. I moved her hips to pick her up and wrapped her legs around my torso and walked to the bed.
I knelt on it and laid her down gently and put the cold covers on her and got up, heading to the couch to sleep for the night. I grabbed a spare blanket from under the couch and laid down trying to get comfortable on the small lounge and fell into a deep slumber.
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"Hey uh...I'm sorry for yesterday," he spoke up after almost two hours of pure silence other than the barely audible music playing on the radio "I didnt mean it"
I pondered whether to reply or stay silent to his regretful words. Is he playing mind games with me? Does he actually mean that? Is he doing it just so we get somewhat along with each other for the rest of this hiding shit? But the main question ringing in my mind: can I actually trust him? And if so, do I?
"Wanna come up here and we can talk about it?" he suggested
I put my phone down and climbed off the bed that I figured he put me on before he went to sleep on the little couch. I walked quietly up to the passenger seat and sat down. Looking out to the road.
"I'm sorry. What I said was totally out of line and I shouldn't've said what I said to you" he started the conversation off
"...I'm sorry too, I apologized quietly. I was being bitch. We were talking about your family and I decided to just make a joke about your feelings and emotions. It was a dick move and I'm sorry. I'm sure they were lovely people"
I saw his mouth stretch to a half smile before dropping it "they were"
I sighed after a moment of silence "you didn't have to put on the bed. I was letting you have it when I slept on the couch"
"Well I let you sleep on the bed by putting you there"
"And there's-"
"-wait" I stopped him and turned to the radio, which I heard something on and turned it up to hear it clearly
"We were just now updated that the number five in most wanted criminals; Mr. L.P is apparently progressing towards Yorkshire Keighley. We have all the agencies and departments shifting their places to search for him and his unknown partner to keep England safe. Good morning England, stay safe" the news reporter informed.
"They make it sound like were a couple" I rolled my eyes
"Welp looks like we have to have a change of direction" he sighed in frustration as he rubbed his forehead with a hand he took off the wheel
"Then where are we going?"
His nose began to flare as he breathed in an unsettling rhythm
"Does Millie know how to hack systems and get phone numbers?" he questioned
"Is that even a question?" Why I furrowed my eyebrows
"Think about it. How would they know exactly where were going without a tracker, by putting it on the news they know were going to change our whereabouts, so well give them what they want" he whispered the last bit
"And what's that exactly?" I got up and got my phone
"Call Millie- no text her. Someone could listen to the phone call" he instructed me, I opened my phone lock screen and went to Millies contact
I looked up at my phone "What do I ask her?"
"Ask her for the SWAT team's number so I can call them. And because they obviously know what vehicle we are in and following us, could you ask her to change this with another form of car?" he instructed me
"Yep, okay"
Brown😼
Hey mills. I have a favour
Yes of course!
Can you please get me the SWAT Teams number and then
hack into all systems tracking the number plate ******* and
change them to Another so they won't be on our backs?
By 'our' I assume you mean you and Partridge?
You assumed correct Brown
How could you expect any less of me, Dagger?
I know, I shouldnt think that less of you *cries*
Ok I got the number.
Gee that was quick
yup. its *** *** ***** and Im working on the plate now
To this day I am still confused how you do this, and
at the speed of light
Its because I'm amazing.
Trueeee
Ok they are all now tracking down a van that is also
Going to Yorkshire with the number plate *******
Bloody hell woman. How do you do it?
A magician never reveal their secrets, Dagger
Oh bloody hell, if magician means Hacker then that's
not an answer
They're basically the same thing
Mm, keep telling yourself that
Oh I will. Ok I have to go now, sorry
No problem, if I keep talking Partridge will probably
be suspicious. Byeee
Bye!
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"Alright, we're not being tracked anymore" I walked back to the passenger seat and sat down
"Great, did you get the number?" he glanced at me for a moment
"Yeah, why do you even need it anyway?" I questioned
"Can you take over driving for a bit" he looked at me fully for a bit down at my phone
"Uh yeah, sure"
He nodded his head in satisfaction and asked for the phone number, he then reached into a little glove box and took out a disposable phone. I told him as he typed the number in the little phone
He got up while holding the wheel as I got into the seat "Alright, just go straight"
"Where else would I go?" I joked as the road is just pure straight concrete
"Ha ha" he rested his face, unamused
"Jeez, have fun" I rolled my eyes playfully. He leaned closer to my face and breathed lightly
"I wouldn't get smart with me, Dagger" he whispered in my ear sending little chills
"You don't scare me, Partridge. Nor do you make me nervous, don't even try" I chuckled lightly
His eyebrows furrowed "Don't I threaten you?" he said sarcastically
"If you keep whispering in my ear I wont hesitate to stop the car and throw you out. Or kill you right here" I gritted
"I'd like to see you try" he smirked proudly
"You need me, Partridge. I wouldn't test me right now" I closed my eyes and my breath hitched. He leaned back and stood up straight
"I dont know what you're talking about, Love" he smiled innocently and batted his eyelashes
"Dont call me Love, I have a name" I spat
"Sure, Love"
He walked back and rang the number sitting down in the passenger seat where I once was. I turned down the radio to hear and listened in. he took notice to it and lifted it off his ear, putting it up inches away from his face and put it on speaker and put his finger to his lips, signalizing me to not make a sound, I nodded my head to reassure him and looked back at the road
"Hello. I think you got the wrong number" the person on the other line spoke as it stopped ringing
"I got the right number. Hi. L Partridge here. I'm sick of this criminal stuff," he started to fake cry
"I dont want to do it anymore. I'm done. I'm so sorry" he started sniffling.
What the fuck is he doing? What is going on-
"Excuse me? Wh-what do you mean, Partridge?" another masculine voice called out from the other side of the device
"I give up. I surrender, I'm sick of it, I don't know why I did this. I put so many people in danger and I never meant to kill them. Meet me Yorkshire Keighley. You can take me away" he whimpered
"Pardon? You're just giving up. Like that?"
"I'm sorry. Meet me there tomorrow and do what you want, I'm done. And I don't have a partner. I work alone. People scare me too much to work with someone" he confessed
"Uhm-"
"-sorry" he said before he hung up on them and stayed quiet for a while before wiping his tears away and blowing his nose with a tissue. He wound down the window and threw the phone out of the window going far out.
My brows raised a bit then came back down in confusion "You gonna tell me what the fuck just happened?"
"Acting, Darling. Let me drive now. Were going to London" he clapped his hands and rose from the seat.
His response caught me off guard making me grip the wheel tighter ofcourse he can act too
"Alright" I stuttered a little bit as he walked closer again and crouched down
"Aw, did I surprise you with my amazing skills?" he smirked
"I would hardly call them amazing. Could use some work" I gulped
"Maybe you could teach me" he slightly winked
"If you're gonna act like that I might just slit your throat, or mine if I keep seeing you trying to flirt" I internally threw up
"You think I'm flirting with you? You wish, Dagger" he chuckled
"Maybe you just wish I was flirting back" I fake smiled
"You're getting to know me too well" he brushed his hand over the air and looked away as if he was blushing
"Honestly, get over yourself"" I rolled my eyes
"Mm. thats not really possible" he hummed
"You of all people would be the one to make it possible. I didnt mean it like that, you sod!"
"Like what?" he smiled
"God I wish I never helped you" I groaned
He put his hand over his heart "Way harsh, Dagger"
"Just bloody drive" I sighed
"Then get out of the seat"
"I'm waiting for you to grab the wheel, Louis"
"Could've said that!" he chuckled, with a toothy grin
"Well you seem like such an independa- actually...nevermind you're really not' I bantered
"I am more independent than you will even be" his mouth formed into an 'O' as he began to clutch the wheel
"Mm, sure" I got up slowly and moved for him to sit down
"Back to London!" he cheered
"Should we maybe get Millie to take the painting off our hands?" I said, nodding my head. I heard if you nod your head while asking someone something theyll most likely agree or say yes to it. Maybe he was slightly right when he called me manipulative.
"Mm yeah. Are we sure we can trust her though?"
"She's my best friend, of course we can" I laughed at his idiotic question
"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea, tell her to meet us in London, the day after we arrive...I guess" he confirmed
"alrighty"