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{{a|opcoboone|}}A gunmetal sky was spotting Barrington Road with fat cold blobs as the station clock struck nine. The underground exhaled: a musty gust of sullen commuters spilled onto the pavement, prompting a squabble of black brollies. [[Edd Sweeney]] stood under a dripping eve. He didn’t have a brolly, or an overcoat, and was, as usual, late. He sighed, tucked his chin into his collar and began his scuttle to the office. Neither he, nor of the brolly-weilding pigeons about him, noticed the great bird perched atop the broken battlements lining the  tenement across the road. Nor did the workmen affixing a new sign to the tired bricks below it: EAGLE DWELLINGS.
{{a|opcoboone|}}A gunmetal sky was spotting Barrington Road with fat cold blobs as the station clock struck nine. The underground exhaled: a musty gust of sullen commuters spilled onto the pavement, prompting a squabble of black brollies. The squabble dispersed, leaving [[Edd Sweeney]] standing under a dripping eve. He didn’t have a brolly or an overcoat and was, as usual, late. He sighed, tucked his chin into his collar and began his scuttle to the office.  


The morning bugle carried a new billboard: FUNDAMENTAL PARTICLE DISCOVERED. The pa
Neither he, nor of the brolly-weilding pigeons about him, noticed the great bird perched atop the broken battlements lining the  tenement across the road. Nor did the workmen affixing a new sign to the tired bricks below it: EAGLE DWELLINGS.


After a minute, an urgent toot. “Hi, Sweeney, old man!”
Sweeney snagged a copy of The Morning Bugle and opened it over his head. He did not notice the billboard: FUNDAMENTAL PARTICLE DISCOVERED. The paper was sopping grey rag within a minute. Sweeney scuttled along.


Edd turned to see a plump young man with floppy hair beaming at him from a taxi.  
He hopped over a puddle. Behind him, an urgent toot. “Hi, Sweeney, old man!”


“Oh, hallo, Roly.” It was a trainee in his department.
Sweeney turned to see a plump face beaming at him from a taxi. The face belonged to fellow with apple cheeks, floppy hair and a chalk-stripe suit whom Sweeney recognised at once.
 
“Oh, hallo, Roly.” Roly Punchface was a trainee in his department.


“I say, aren’t you running a bit late? Cripes, ''I’m'' late enough, and I’ve got wheels!” Roly slapped the taxi door happily.
“I say, aren’t you running a bit late? Cripes, ''I’m'' late enough, and I’ve got wheels!” Roly slapped the taxi door happily.


Edd nodded and approached the taxi door.
Sweeney nodded and approached the taxi door hopefully.  


“Oh well: See you at the office! Don’t get too wet!” As he pushed the window back up, Roly barked, “Let’s crack on, driver!”
“Oh well: See you at the office! Don’t get too wet!” As he pushed the window back up, Roly barked, “Let’s crack on, driver!”


Edd stared in damp disbelief as the taxi pulled back into the traffic, drenching his trousers as it went.
Sweeney stared in damp disbelief as the taxi pulled back into the traffic, drenching his trousers as it went.


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