2010: The Source

A HOTD fan fiction

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for my OCs - some of which appear in my other works.

Part 2

G's POV

Well, here we are at Tower Bridge. Where the blasted heck is he? He's supposed to be here by now. Looking around, I can see my partner, Kate, is also absent. I don't believe this - both my associates are late, and the safety of the bloody world is at stake. I hear a crashing noise and a man grunting. Looking in the grunt's general direction, I can see the genesis of the grunt - a man in his early 20s trying to ease himself up and out of a wrecked bicycle. Instinctively, I run to his aid. He looks at me from his inverted position and speaks to me, his voice friendly but slightly panicky.

"Here. Lend a hand, will you? I'm in a bit of a pickle, man."

It's him.

I try to help him out of the wreckage, our combined efforts seeming to work. He speaks to me again, with a sense of urgency.

"Hurry along, now! The mutants will start a whizz-bang in a moment!"

I help him out of the wreckage, and the two of us run to safety, just as a group of zom... I mean, mutants - arrive. He looks at me and chuckles slightly, with a friendly smile on his face.

"Thanks for your help." I look at him, cool and professional, as always.
"Don't mention it." He holds his hand out for me to shake.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced." I shake his hand, slightly unsure of what to make of him. Friend or foe?
"I'm your contact - Sandro Peseta. My friends call me Sweevo - pronounced 'Swear Voe'."
"I'm agent G."
"G? That's your name?" I nod. "What's your real name?"

Persistent little sod, isn't he?

"That IS my real name." I say with impunity and firmness. He nods, seeming to accept this fact.
"OK... G. Good thing your name isn't 'I'." He says to me while laughing at his own joke.
"Yes, I can see how that would be a problem."

Tempus fugit.

"G, where's your associate? It's been 5 minutes." I try to answer as calmly as I can. This chap is beginning to grate my cheese.
"She's on her way, Sweevo. Just be patient." He nods, accepting this. If he wasn't so passive by nature, then I'd think there's something seriously wrong with him. His face then lights up.
"She?" His face curls into a little smile, causing me to chuckle.
"You'll like her."

Our impromptu exchange was concluded by a female voice behind me.
"Like who?" Turning around, I see my associate/partner, Kate. Sweevo does the same - only one word - a single sound - escapes his mouth.
"Ah."

How is it that I, being an intelligent and professional agent, am stuck with a rookie for a partner and an eccentric nerd for a collaborator?
How?
How?
HOW?