After her failed attempt at the Triskelion, Nora only had a few days more in Washington D.C., so pretty soon she was back home in London, with little progress or success in her search. She spent hours trying to find anything that may help her with the glyphs from the file she had taken photos of, but could find nothing in the deep abyss that was the internet. As far as she could tell, such glyphs as the ones her mother had drawn didn't exist.
Only they must, somehow, somewhere, for Jenny to have drawn them. They must mean something. Nora really wished she could ask her parents.
She found that if she stared at the symbols for too long, they would start to swirl together before her eyes and make her dizzy. It happened more than once and so she gave up and took a break.
On perhaps a brighter note, she had another forging job in place. Another anonymous order had come through - seemed like her forged coins were in high demand. Another rendezvous was set.
She took the Underground and got off near Trafalgar Square. It was dark by now. She reached the meeting place exactly on time. She waited.
Hearing footsteps approaching she turned and saw a tall young man walking towards her, hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy jacket. He joined her standing on the dark curb.
"You're late. Not a very reliable business partner," she half-joked.
He ignored her comment. "Have them?" She nodded. He reached out a gloved hand. "Hand them over, then."
"Not until I see the money, Mate. Just so I know this is serious."
Surprisingly, the guy didn't argue. He reached into his jacket - he could be reaching for a weapon for all she knew. It suddenly dawned on her just how dangerous this line of work potentially was.
She was under no threat, however, as the guy pulled out a fat roll of cash.
"All right, then-" She produced her side of the deal, chuckling to herself about whoever was paying that price for these very fake coins.
They were in the middle of the exchange when sudden lights blinded them both, as did the squealing of car tires. Two police officers jumped out from the undercover car. "Hey, what's going on here?"
There was a moment's pause before the guy took off - with both her coins and the money in hand.
"Oi - HEY!" Ignoring the police, Nora took off after him, cursing his longs legs and her short ones. She could hear the officers yelling after them, but kept running.
The guy ducked into an alleyway, scaling a fence that divided it up ahead. Nora very ungracefully managed to get over the fence in pursuit, though stumbled while climbing back down as she slipped in a puddle from an earlier rainfall, landing hard on her knee and letting out a string of curses.
The thief was way ahead now, but she kept running. She was really out of shape - guess all those gym visits weren't accomplishing as much as she thought they had. Well, now she knew what she had to work on.
Sirens wailed, and seemed to be getting closer, but all Nora could focus on was the chase. Finally, she found the guy again and pushed herself forward.
Both chasers skidded to a stop when two police cars screeched it's way around the corner in front of them.
Officers emerged from the cars. "Hands up!"
"Oh bloody hell-"
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Bollocks again. Double bollocks. Her luck seemed to be running out this week.
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