There is an old saying that goes “Work hard, and play hard” and certainly nobody seemed to play harder than the people of the 1960s. And of those people, no one played even harder than the young recruits of the Temple Hall. The times, they were a-changin’, as was the world. Everywhere you looked there seemed to be a demand for the changing of the guard, especially the old guard. And they were desperate to maintain the Status Quo."
Temple Hall was recruiting from Universities, the brightest and the best. The new generation were energetic, educated and hungry. This included a concerted recruitment of women for the first time…
And so, on a Saturday night in the Crusades Club in Darkside, London. Victoria McClennan, only graduating from Edinburgh University the previous summer was “Playing hard”. With her, Harper, a woman of some mystery in her own right, assigned not so much as mentor, but someone to round some edges and leave some others sharp.
Victoria McClennan leans over the bar trying to attract the bartender’s attention. “Jings! It’s like a’hm invisible!” She waves a five shilling note. “Hullo…! Templar succumbing tae a unrelenting thirst!”
[Harper]: “Oi!” Harper yells, trying to catch the bartender’s attention.
The bartender arrives at Harper. “What can I get you?” he smiles
[Harper]: “Right. Let’s do a pint each and a round of single malts?” She narrows her eyes at the bartender. “Top shelf, please.”
Victoria glances sideways towards Harper. “Witchcraft… You can get me a pint, seeing as you have a way wi’ them.”
[Harper]: “Creature comforts.” She shrugs. “But there’s always someone higher up to boss you around.”
The barman returns with the drinks and names the price. However as Harper goes to pay, a voice, south London, butts in. “I’ll get these, mate. Ladies shouldn’t 'ave to buy their own drinks.”
Two rather large men with short cropped hair, vests designed to show off their biceps, and dark denim jeans stand close
Tattooed on their right biceps is a purple inked picture of an old ship with a lion’s head on the sails.
[Victoria]: “Well, that’s awfully nice o’ yeh, Mr…?”
[Dave]: “Dave, just call me Dave, darlin’. And you and your friend are…?"
[Harper]: “Not interested.” Harper turns to pay.
[Dave]: “Aw, don’t be like that, darlin’. Just being friendly. And I don’t like takin’ ‘no’ for an answer…”
[Harper]: “Then you will have to learn to manage disappointment…”
Dave rests a meaty hand on the bar next to Harper. A friend of his does the same near to Victoria. “Maybe you should act a bit nicer, darlin’.”
Alexander positions himself between the women and the men. “And maybe you should go back to your mothers and learn some manners first…”
Mr Ainsworth comes over "Let’s be civil sir this is a club to party not to fight.”
Dave looks Alexander up and down with a sneer. “Back off, sunbeam, Me and Charlie was here first. Why don’t you totter off somewhere else and leave us with the birds.”
Victoria frowns, “The birds…?”
[Alexander]: “Where I come from, you treat women with respect…”
[Dave]: “And where I come from, you back off from other people’s territory, all right?”
Harper ignores the argument and calmly puts some bank notes on the counter. “Keep the change.” She tells the bartender, who doesn’t look overly bothered so long as someone gives him some money.
Mr Ainsworth musters his courage and stands tall. "Look this does not need to become a fight let the ladies be; they seem to not like your advances.”
Victoria moves over to stand next to Harper as the men, apparently now forgetting their presence, size each of the men up.
Harper hands one of the shot glasses to Victoria, still ignoring the commotion. “Cheers.”
[Victoria]: “Slainte!” Victoria clinks her glass against Harper’s.
[Alexander]: “They are obviously highly intoxicated? They seem delusional? You shouldn’t drink, if you can’t stand it?”
[Dave]: “And you,” Dave begins to prod Alexander in the chest with his index finger. “You need to learn to keep yer beak out of what don’t concern ya!”
[Victoria]:“Strong smell o’ testosterone in the club tonight?”
[Alexander]: “If your inappropriate behaviour causes unrest, the evening will be ruined for everyone, da? Or is the police here so sloppy in handling matters like this?”
[Harper]: Harper downs her shot, then looks over her shoulder. “Oh, they’re still here.”
[Victoria]: Victoria drops her full shotglass into her pint, glass and all, and takes a long sip.
[Harper]: “Huh.” Harper raises an eyebrow. “Is that a thing?”
Victoria grins and nods towards the men. “Is it normally like this in here?”
Dave puts on a small whiny voice, “Ooh, the police” he whines, bending on his knees a little for extra effect. “If you don’t behave, we’ll call the police…” he mocks. “'Ear that, Charlie? 'E wants to call the filth on us”
Mr Ainsworth stands tall "Well if you want to take this outside without the Police or are you a scared tough mocking ass masking as a human escaped from the zoo huh?
[Dave]: "Take this outside? Take this outside? " he parrots, “Screw that mate, I wanna keep this indoors, know what I mean?” Dave grabs a bottle by the neck and smashes it against the side of the bar
Harper shrugs. “I normally prefer the privacy of the Crucible, but it’s closed for renovations.”
[Victoria]: “I always thought the Crucible an odd place. A weapons range next to a bar. Didn’t think Alcohol and automatic weaponry should mix?”
Norbert gets ready for a fight and takes a boxing stance "Well if you insist you, big baby fine.”
Alexander grabs Dave’s arm and twists it, just enough to hurt a good measure “You should leave, or the police might be needed to take away your remains…”
Dave attempts to headbutt Alexander.
[Victoria]: “Though people seem to manage with just one part of that.”
[Harper]: “Riding into battle with a hangover is a time-honoured tradition.” Harper mumbles.
[Victoria]: “I’ve just about managed a timed essay with a hangover…?”
Alexander moves sideways, twisting the man’s arm now to the breaking point. “Death is the only way to cure stupidity?”
Norbert Ainsworth takes a kick to the assailant’s legs trying to bring him to his knees.
[Harper]: “I try not to let it get that far.” She shrugs, then holds up her glass and signals the bartender for two more shots.
Charlie moves in and blocks Norbert’s kicks with his foot and throws a punch at him. Dave grunts with pain and puts a foot against the bar, propelling him and Alexander backwards into a table of people drinking.
The men at the table stand up and shake their hands to remove the spilled drink. “Right!” says one of them, “That’s it!”
[Victoria]: “Wow, it’s really kicking off now?”
Norbert ducks to the side and is only grazed by the punch and starts a counter uppercut.
Harper looks over her shoulder once again. “Really, bar brawls are so cliché.”
Alexander manages to land in a roll, getting up fast again. “Very sorry to interupt your drinking comrades, will finish this soon and cover your bills…”
Charlie’s head jerks back and he staggers, rubbing his jaw before looking angry and throwing himself at Norbert, grabbing him around the waist and sending them both to the ground.
[Victoria]:“It’s almost like being back in Aberdeen with trawlermen at last orders?”
Norbert knees Charlie into the groin while falling more occident then planned.
One of the people at the table throws a punch at Alexander
[Harper]: “I’ve been called many things, but ‘comrade’ is a first.” She puts another note on the table as the shots arrive.
Alexander ducks under the punch and aims a kick at the man’s chest.
[Victoria]: “Oh, a Russian? In here? How exotic…!”
WIthin seconds, it appears that the whole club has erupted into a mass brawl, either because people have been bumped into, or because some just fancy a fight.
Harper eyes the shotglass and the remainder of her pint. “So you just drop it in?”
[Victoria]:“Aye, just drop it in, it’s a slow release!”
Harper drops the whiskey into the pint glass. “Try not to hit the good stuff, will you?” She calls over her shoulder. Harper takes a sip and tilts her head. “I could get used to this.” She smiles. “So, how are you settling in?”
A barstool goes flying through the air narrowly missing Harper and smashing into the receptacles behind the bar.
[Victoria]: “Oh, you know, I thought I’d be doing more than just standing outside important looking buildings. I thought I’d be using the skills I got from Uni and… y’know… before Uni…”
The barman sighs and reaches for the phone, dialling a number almost through muscle memory. “Yeah, Castellan? Yeah, looks like it’s kicking off in here again tonight. You couldn’t send a couple of the lads over to sort it all out could you? Cheers."
Harper frowns and empties her glass. “Time to scatter.” She nudges Victoria.
[Alexander]: “this is getting ridiculous… “
A punch is thrown towards Alexander’s face.
Norbert trys to crawl out under the Charlie who seems distracted by his knee to the groin on accident to get to the door "Oh dear… I simply cannot have this on my record…”
Two men advance on Norbert, neither of them being Dave or Charlie
[Harper]: “Temple Hall’s finest are on their way and they won’t care much for who punched whom.”
Out of instinct Alexander’s reaction is way too heavy to be non-lethal.
[Victoria]: “Okay? The entrance or is there a back way?”
[Harper]: “There’s a back door past the loos. Just mind your step if you don’t want sick on your boots.”
[Victoria]: “Damn right I don’t! These boots nearly cost my first month’s wages!”
There is a loud clatter from the top of the stairs at the entrance to the club. Within seconds, the burly armour of four Temple Hall Paladins burst into the club.
[Alexander]: “This is not good… we should leave, I have no interest in being blamed for this or being questioned…” Alex surveys the room for exits.
[Victoria]: “Okay! Oot the back then?”
[Frank]: “Evenin’ Harper,” the bouncer at the exit says with a smirk
The paladins begin to wade into the club, cracking skulls and beating down those in the melee
Norbert crawls out under Charlie “Well, fudge …” He does not resist arrest. Norbert puts his hands behind his head and kneels down to show that he complies without being told to."
Alex makes his way through to the crowd, not exactly gentle, seeing some people moving in the direction of the back. “Guess even in this country bars have backdoors…”
[Harper]: “Hey, Frank.” She slips the bouncer a bank note. “We’ll just be on our way, if that’s okay with you.”
[Frank]: "Right you are, " the money disappears like magic and all that’s left is his smile and the door open a crack.
The paladins wade further into the club, striking at people indiscriminately
Harper steps out into the back alley and pulls Victoria along behind her.
[Victoria]: “Oh…!”
The exit door slams behind them
Norbert does not resist arrest and is clearly unarmed and submitting to the law enforcers.
Alex approaches Frank and hands over a generous amount of money “You never saw me…”
The next morning sees Harper and Victoria outside the offices of Miss Plimmswood…
[Victoria]:* “What do yeh think she wants wi’ us?” Victoria looks rather worried about the prospect.
[Harper]: “If we’re lucky she just wants to share old war stories with someone who can’t just walk away.”
[Victoria]: “And if we’re no’ lucky?”
Harper shrugs. “She’s old school. There’ll be tea and crumpets even if you get chewed out.”
The door opens and a rather large woman peers out with a severe expression upon her face. “Harper…” She looks at Victoria, then down at a notepad before looking back at Victoria. “McClennan… You’d better come in.” She steps back into the room leaving the door open for them to enter.
[Miss Plimmswood]: “So,” she says before they fully enter the room. “I understand that you were both involved in a little fracas last night?”
Victoria gulps and looks across at Harper
Harper starts brushing back her hair in a practiced motion to buy time before remembering how short it is now. “Uh. What gave you that idea?”
[Miss Plimmswood]: “I have my ears to the ground and my eyes open. I hear things. And I heard of a rather large set of fisticuffs at the Crusades last night that warranted the intervention and delicate touch of a few paladins. So, you weren’t there, then?”
Victoria swallows nervously.
[Harper]: “I didn’t say that.” she shrugs. “Look, we were enjoying a couple of drinks.” She holds up a hand. “Which I paid for!” She shrugs again. “A couple of lads got into an argument and we got out before the going got tough.”
[Miss Plimmswood]: “I see…”
Miss Plimmswood leans over and presses a button on a state of the art intercom system on her desk. “Deborah, kindly send in the two gentlemen, please”
The door opens and in entersAlexander and Norbert.
Victoria looks at the arrival and winces. “Ah, bawlicks”
[Victoria]: “We had nothing tae do wi’ them!” Protests Victoria. “It was the other guys, and… and…”
[Alexander]: “They were not involved in the fights… I have diplomatic status and want to contact my embassy.”
Norbert stays quiet and gets out his business card “Greetings, I am Norbert Ainsworth from Forecast Shipping.” He hands his card to Miss Plimmswood and nods to the two ladies with Respect”
MIss Plimmsowod looks at the card without expression and lets it drp to her desk. “Now, it seems that a certain serendipity is in play here as factors have conspired to piece you all together and investigate something that is of mutual interest to our various… areas of consideration… Temple Hall has had cause to ‘press-gang’ members from other services…. From time to time… As the circumstances require…”
[Alexander]: “You are neither police nor intelligence… What business do you have with me?”
Norbert looks worried. "Well I was called to help with some documents. According to my Supervisor there was something wrong with papers submitted or am I wrong?”
MIss Plimmswood looks at Victoria. "I know that you’ve been itching to get away from SOIB duty. Here’s your opportunity. “Don’t look so worried, Miss McClennan. You’re off to the seaside!”