Rita curses and tells the cabbie to turn around. Frag all bosses and their ideas of what can be done. I need to go back and get something. Be a love and drop me off where you picked me up. I will cover the fare plus some if you get me there quickly."
The cabbie is good and gets Rita back to the house in no time. She pays handsomely and picks up the bike. Silently cursing all superior officers, she roars off into the night. Sure, the bike is a bloody great ride. Sure, she is making up time already. But frag it all. Just frag it.
Rita makes it to the meeting place with time to spare, but just. 1 is not here. Bloody like him, the prig. She calls him. >>1, this is 4. You're a bit slow. Should I wait or go on in?"