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Andy in the stomach.
Unlike Greg, Andy saw it coming. He
sidestepped Sophie’s f lying knee, which was a good job because she was heft y and it hit the passage wall so hard that it made a dent in the plasterboard. As Sophie groaned and clutched her agonised knee, Andy hooked his foot around Sophie’s standing leg and swept it from under her. Andy 89
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stepped back, leaving Sophie glowering up at him from the f loor.
‘I was trying to help,’ Andy said, trying to calm her down. ‘Why don’t you just go to bed, eh?’
But Sophie was having none of it and she lunged forward and tried wrapping her arms around Andy’s waist. Meantime, Greg was back on his feet. He felt an excruciating pain as he took his first step, but he ignored it as he sprinted down the hallway and dived into George’s bedroom.
Sophie was much heavier than Andy, but her Karate skills were limited to a few self-defence classes and Andy soon straddled her waist, pinning her arms to her side.
‘Please calm down,’ Andy said. ‘You’re drunk. You’ll feel better if you get in bed and try going to sleep.’
‘I want that key,’ she screamed. ‘I don’t want you little idiots in my room.’
Greg burrowed down the side pocket of Andy’s pack and grabbed one of the syringes. Out in the hall, Sophie spat and wriggled, even though Andy had her hopelessly pinned.
‘Get off me,’ she yelled.
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‘As soon as you calm down,’ Andy yelled
back. ‘It’s a misunderstanding. I haven’t got any key, I swear.’
Greg crouched down behind Andy. He put the syringe bet ween his teeth, before grabbing Sophie’s foot and twisting it around so that it was f lat to the f loor.
‘I’ll kill you both,’ Sophie screamed, now close to tears. ‘Lemme go.’
Andy felt bad because Sophie was really upset, but she was going so crazy that he knew he’d only have to pin her again if he let her up.
Greg took the needle and jabbed it into the f lesh bet ween t wo toes on Sophie’s right foot. She felt something, but Andy’s torso blocked her view so she had no idea what it was.
It took half a minute for the sedative to start working. Sophie stopped thrashing about and her body started to relax.
‘Thank Christ for that,’ Andy gasped
breathlessly, as he tried to stand up.
But the mixture of nightclub cocktails, panic and sedative hadn’t done Sophie any good. As Andy lifted his weight off her stomach, she sat 91
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upright and spewed bright green vomit into his lap.
‘Ahh shit!’ Andy gasped, heaving at the smell of the puke dripping off his thighs as Sophie crashed back on to the carpet, dead to the world. It’s easy to choke when you’re unconscious and Andy’s first-aid training kicked in. He plunged his hand into Sophie’s mouth and made sure that her airway was clear, before standing up and rolling her into the recovery position.
‘Who’d want to be a spy?’ Andy complained, clutching the strained muscles down his left side as he stepped back from Sophie. ‘How come you never see James Bond covered in some drunk bird’s puke?’
Greg wasn’t listening because he had his own problems. He leaned against the wall, inspecting his right heel. He’d ignored the pain when the adrenalin was f lowing, but now realised that he’d sliced his foot open on a chunk of the broken vase. What’s more, he’d left a trail of blood all along the hallway carpet and into George’s room too. Andy inspected the mess: blood, puke, beer, broken china, half a bag of crushed M&Ms and 92
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even a dent in the wall. ‘George’s old lady’s gonna love this when she wakes up in the morning.’
Andy and Greg were both in pain, but they’d been through worse in CHERUB training and were both determined to pull off their mission. Greg looked up and smiled at Andy,
Unlike Greg, Andy saw it coming. He
sidestepped Sophie’s f lying knee, which was a good job because she was heft y and it hit the passage wall so hard that it made a dent in the plasterboard. As Sophie groaned and clutched her agonised knee, Andy hooked his foot around Sophie’s standing leg and swept it from under her. Andy 89
HS1829_WBD_Cherub.p65
89
10/29/2007, 11:56 AM
stepped back, leaving Sophie glowering up at him from the f loor.
‘I was trying to help,’ Andy said, trying to calm her down. ‘Why don’t you just go to bed, eh?’
But Sophie was having none of it and she lunged forward and tried wrapping her arms around Andy’s waist. Meantime, Greg was back on his feet. He felt an excruciating pain as he took his first step, but he ignored it as he sprinted down the hallway and dived into George’s bedroom.
Sophie was much heavier than Andy, but her Karate skills were limited to a few self-defence classes and Andy soon straddled her waist, pinning her arms to her side.
‘Please calm down,’ Andy said. ‘You’re drunk. You’ll feel better if you get in bed and try going to sleep.’
‘I want that key,’ she screamed. ‘I don’t want you little idiots in my room.’
Greg burrowed down the side pocket of Andy’s pack and grabbed one of the syringes. Out in the hall, Sophie spat and wriggled, even though Andy had her hopelessly pinned.
‘Get off me,’ she yelled.
90
HS1829_WBD_Cherub.p65
90
10/29/2007, 11:56 AM
‘As soon as you calm down,’ Andy yelled
back. ‘It’s a misunderstanding. I haven’t got any key, I swear.’
Greg crouched down behind Andy. He put the syringe bet ween his teeth, before grabbing Sophie’s foot and twisting it around so that it was f lat to the f loor.
‘I’ll kill you both,’ Sophie screamed, now close to tears. ‘Lemme go.’
Andy felt bad because Sophie was really upset, but she was going so crazy that he knew he’d only have to pin her again if he let her up.
Greg took the needle and jabbed it into the f lesh bet ween t wo toes on Sophie’s right foot. She felt something, but Andy’s torso blocked her view so she had no idea what it was.
It took half a minute for the sedative to start working. Sophie stopped thrashing about and her body started to relax.
‘Thank Christ for that,’ Andy gasped
breathlessly, as he tried to stand up.
But the mixture of nightclub cocktails, panic and sedative hadn’t done Sophie any good. As Andy lifted his weight off her stomach, she sat 91
HS1829_WBD_Cherub.p65
91
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upright and spewed bright green vomit into his lap.
‘Ahh shit!’ Andy gasped, heaving at the smell of the puke dripping off his thighs as Sophie crashed back on to the carpet, dead to the world. It’s easy to choke when you’re unconscious and Andy’s first-aid training kicked in. He plunged his hand into Sophie’s mouth and made sure that her airway was clear, before standing up and rolling her into the recovery position.
‘Who’d want to be a spy?’ Andy complained, clutching the strained muscles down his left side as he stepped back from Sophie. ‘How come you never see James Bond covered in some drunk bird’s puke?’
Greg wasn’t listening because he had his own problems. He leaned against the wall, inspecting his right heel. He’d ignored the pain when the adrenalin was f lowing, but now realised that he’d sliced his foot open on a chunk of the broken vase. What’s more, he’d left a trail of blood all along the hallway carpet and into George’s room too. Andy inspected the mess: blood, puke, beer, broken china, half a bag of crushed M&Ms and 92
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even a dent in the wall. ‘George’s old lady’s gonna love this when she wakes up in the morning.’
Andy and Greg were both in pain, but they’d been through worse in CHERUB training and were both determined to pull off their mission. Greg looked up and smiled at Andy,
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