Will Page #5

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Simple.

Hatchet Face is trampling on your

rights as a free Englishman.

- Incoming!

- Ah, bonjour.

Stop!

Will? Come on. playtime is over.

Listen. Gents!

As I understand it. Will.

You need to get from here to there.

Don't worry. mate.

It looks further away on

a map than it really is.

- You'll likely go through Germany...

- Wiener Schnitzel.

- Austria...

- Sacher Torte.

- Hungary...

- Nothing to eat there.

- And Bulgaria...

- Famous for their karvarrna.

- What?

- A slow-cooked meat stew.

And then you'll be in Turkey.

World class kebabs.

- It's a bit of a trek.

- It's the finals. mate.

The match is on the 25th.

We checked the tidal

charts and the uh... ALT.

Ambient Lunar Transition.

Yeah. moonlight.

This full moon provides

your optimal go time.

Napoleon.

Winston Churchill.

Will Brennan.

Many are called. few are chosen.

This IS your time. Will.

I smell fear.

Lt'd better not be you.

Here.

Come on.

Hold on a sec. Will.

You might need these.

- Have you got your map. directions?

- Yeah.

Thanks. Simon.

As the dust cloud said to Orion:

Ready. set...

glow!

Here. Here.

I can't reach that.

Me too.

Get on my back.

Ouch!

Sorry.

- Where are they?

- Tipped off.

Oh. you tricky girl!

They might get pinched there.

Put 'em in a safer place.

Trainer.

Wait!

Can I hold 'em a second?

Aren't you coming?

Look. you've got a few

hours till sunrise.

I need to stay here and

throw 'em off the scent.

Yeah.

They'll try to break me down.

But it will take at least three

days to beat it out of me.

By that time you'll

already be in Istanbul.

Could get a bit sticky.

They might even have

to bring in the dogs.

Come in.

I suppose you're

here for the money?

Oh. come on. Will.

I can't just give you the money

and let you bugger off to Turkey.

My father won that

money fair and square.

Your father was a very

good friend of mine.

And I need to do right by him.

Me too.

Will.

Do you know what would happen

if the police found out that I'd

given a ten-year-old kid...

I'm eleven.

All right... if I'd given an eleven-year-old

kid over a thousand pounds.

As he ran away from school.

Hell bent on the Champions League Final in Istanbul.

Do you know what they'd do?

- My father said you're a man of your word.

- They'd hang me from the closest tree.

- That's what they do.

- I believed him.

How you going to get there?

I don't have a lot of time.

Can I please have my money?

If the police find eleven hundred pounds on you.

I shall testify that you stole it.

I can't steal what's

already mine.

Oh. don't get smart.

I'll need to pull

the money out of the safe.

I won't be a minute.

Hello?

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