Well, I have managed a rough draft of 'the incident' that takes place during the walk home. Very rough.
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The hollow thud of an empty box hitting the concrete reverberated through the tunnel. Mycroft lifted his umbrella as he turned. There was a scrabbling sound; a low, undulating growl.
From behind the box, a pointed snout emerged.
Red crouched, blocking the way out from between the stack of cartons and the fallen box. He hissed.
Teeth bared, the rat reared. Mid-jump, it flew sideways. A metre beyond, a trail of dust marked the progress of the bullet scoring the surface of the concrete.
Red hissed again, his fur a cloud around his nearly flattened form.
Mycroft lowered his umbrella, took out his mobile. “There aren’t supposed to be any of those down here,” he said as he walked away, tapping at it.
Red turned his head and watched. When Mycroft disappeared around a corner, Red’s ears pricked up and he ran after him.
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The hollow thud of an empty box hitting the concrete reverberated through the tunnel. Mycroft lifted his umbrella as he turned. There was a scrabbling sound; a low, undulating growl.
From behind the box, a pointed snout emerged.
Red crouched, blocking the way out from between the stack of cartons and the fallen box. He hissed.
Teeth bared, the rat reared. Mid-jump, it flew sideways. A metre beyond, a trail of dust marked the progress of the bullet scoring the surface of the concrete.
Red hissed again, his fur a cloud around his nearly flattened form.
Mycroft lowered his umbrella, took out his mobile. “There aren’t supposed to be any of those down here,” he said as he walked away, tapping at it.
Red turned his head and watched. When Mycroft disappeared around a corner, Red’s ears pricked up and he ran after him.
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Well, Mycroft's dispatched larger rats, although he does prefer to instruct someone else to do the actually discharging of firearms.
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