#Car mechanic Croydon

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When it comes to the servicing and maintenance of the car, you must only choose a reliable and qualified mechanic. For more information, call us at (03) 9723 6688.

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“It was love at first sight,” is how Gary Thompson remembers the night he saw his 1970 Falcon GTHO Phase Two for the first time.

“It was up on stands on the lot at John Gigante Motors on Parramatta Road in Croydon,” reminisces Gary today from his home in Mount Annan, New South Wales.

“My friend Paul Bianco and I were headed to the ‘brickies’ for some street racing action.

We had just driven by when the bright orange of the car caught my eye, and we immediately turned around to go drool over it,” remembers Gary. “They wanted around $4,200 for it. The salesman didn’t mind letting a 21 year old behind the wheel of such a powerful beast either!” After the road test, Gary talked turkey with the salesman clinching a deal that afternoon which included a then nine month old Electric Blue 351 XY Falcon 500. “They gave me $3,000 as a trade-in,” smiles Gary. This was fifty one years ago back in 1972, and the barely one-year old Falcon GTHO was just out of warranty and had just been traded-in by its first owner.

*** I’LL NEVER FORGET THE NIGHT THE FLYWHEEL EXPLODED THROUGH THE BONNET! ***

“I’d had the Phase Two for just ten days when my good mate Paul who was the test driver for Jack Brabham Ford where we both worked, lined me up to race his peppermint green Lotus twin-cam Mk1 Escort.” “We’d taken off in a symphony of noise, dust and wheel spin.I was revving the HO to 7,200rpm in 1st gear when I clutched to change to 2nd gear. We were flat out side by side on Newbridge Road at Moorebank, it was just before midnight.”“There was a loud bang! Then everything went pitch black.”“I had no headlights, and no dash lights. The electricals had been cut completely.” “Thunder struck, here I was doing 70 mile per hour trying to steer the big Falcon in complete darkness as I slammed on the brakes.My foot went straight to the floorboards and it took me a second to register that I was steering a runaway freight train!” tells Gary as he relives those harrowing frightening moments gripping the thin steering wheel with white knuckles whilst attempting to pull up a ton and a half of an out of control hunk of metal. If anybody had been watching this event unfold, they would have heard a loud explosion, and witnessed pieces of flywheel shrapnel explode through a bulging bonnet, and sparks coming from under the car where the rear of the engine block was tearing up the road. The gearbox bellhousing had also taken leave with the exploding flywheel, leaving Gary with a gearbox full of neutrals. “I was about a kilometre down the road before I came to a stop.”“Paul’s Escort had also suffered shrapnel wounds lodged from projectile bits of the flywheel embedded in his door panels.”“My ten day old car looked like it had been struck by lightning.”“It’s bonnet bulged upwards with a huge gaping hole where 20 ounces of flywheel had exited like an Apollo 11 rocket. The engine was now pointing skywards pressing against the underside of the bonnet.” A tow truck was quickly called from a nearby phone box, and the damaged Falcon GTHO taken to a local panel beater. “The next morning I was told it would be a write-off,” tells Gary, who then decided to have the car taken to another panel shop instead. “I’ll never forget the night the flywheel exploded,” says Gary. Two weeks later the Falcon was all repaired like new again. “The panel shop had offered me an XY GT style bonnet which came complete with air-scoop shaker assembly left over from a Falcon GT. The original XW grille was left on, but we added later model XY taillights.” Gary opted to remove the original black GT side stripes, “We did this for no other reason than to make it look different.” Mechanics at Jack Brabham Ford rebuilt the original motor with new bearings, and fitted a steel flywheel instead of the cast iron factory unit which had exploded into a million pieces. “They even had to repair the dowels at the back of the engine block which had broken off when the motor scraped along the road! The gearbox input shaft also needed to be replaced because it was bent like a banana. We ended up fitting after-market extractors as the original exhaust manifolds had been severely damaged. Before having the engine repaired, Gary who worked in spare parts at Jack Brabham Ford knew John Goss from McLeod Ford. “I had actually bought his ex-race car motor from his Phase Three GTHO for $300. I was going to rebuild it, but it was cheaper to repair my original engine. I sold this bare motor, less the Phase Three race camshaft which a mate fitted to his car, and broke even getting my money back on the whole deal. Originally registered with GT-187 number plates, the HO was re-registered with GT-388 after the repair. Gary kept his Falcon GTHO for a few years after this, and vividly remembers the first time he took it off the clock winding it past 140 miles per hour. “My wife and I were returning from my in-law’s house in Queanbeyan, and as we went through the township of Collector along the Federal Highway, a small Datsun 1600 was right on my backside along the windey bits.

“On the first open straight of road, I took the HO off the clock!”

“My nervous wife looked at the speedo and said ‘it’s on the H where it reads MPH (miles per hour)’.”“I took her word for it.”

“I wasn’t game to take my eyes off the road at that speed!” laughs Gary now.

Five decades would pass before Gary laid teary eyes on his old bright orange Falcon, which is now in the hands of Melbourne collector Joe Barca.

“I never thought I’d ever see my GTHO again,” says Gary in disbelief.

“I was thunder struck again, this time though by the condition it’s in now which is better than it was new!”

Chris Dent from Falcon GT Restorations in Sydney had completely restored this super-rare Ford for a previous owner to a Gold standard Concours condition, resulting in winning the Grand Champion

‘The Best Car of Show’ at the 2015 Falcon GT Nationals.

The current owner Joe tells,

“It had won every category in the show it was entered in.

It cleaned up every trophy! I had to have it.”

It was this moment that Joe knew he had to buy this outstanding GTHO should it ever come up for sale.

As chance would have it, not long after the Falcon came onto the market for sale by tender, and Joe was the successful bidder paying $500,000 for this very special one-of-a-kind car.

“It’s also my wife Debbie’s favourite colour,” states Joe with a wink, as he justifies this expensive purchase.

This said, the Phase Two isn’t Joe’s first rodeo as he’s owned many Falcon GTs and probably more GTHOs than anyone else on the planet.

Unbeknownst to Joe at the time, Gary Thompson the former owner was also the under-bidder who wanted to get his old car back.

Gary’s son Trent then arranged for his dad to see his old Falcon.

“As you can see Dad was very teary seeing it again,” says Trent.

“At least he got to sit behind the wheel again.”

It was at this time that Joe learnt more about this car’s history from Gary who shared his story and photos about the night the flywheel exploded.

This helped Joe to make sense of some minor existing battle scars in the transmission tunnel on the car.

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'Is it possible to look forward to something that you know is going to emotionally destroy you? That’s the un-namable feeling that was stirred in many upon watching the trailer for Andrew Haigh’s All Of Us Strangers; which features Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal in a haunted love story.

As it turns out, watching the full film is an even more white-knuckle assault on the soul, and long after stepping out from the cinema, All Of Us Strangers will haunt you like the spectres that appear in the story. But once you’ve picked through all the emotional rubble, what happened in the ending, and what does it all mean? Spoilers, obviously, ahead…

Adapted from the 1987 Japanese novel, Strangers, by Taichi Yamada, Scott plays Adam, a gay scriptwriter who lives – almost – alone in a Ballardian high-rise building in London. As he struggles to write a story, based on his family, he revisits his family home in the suburbs near Croydon (actually Haigh’s own childhood home), only to find his deceased parents (played by Jamie Bell and Claire Foy) – who died when he was 12 in a car crash – still living there, stuck in the ‘80s era in which he last saw them. They invite him in to catch up on the years past between them.

Running concurrent to these apparitions, he then meets Harry (Mescal), a man who lives in the same apartment block, and who, once Adam lets in, both literally and emotionally, they go on to have a passionate yet nurturing relationship. Both men address their sexuality: Adam lets his guard down, and Harry appears to be an antidote to his insecurity about his queerness, the loss of his parents and his loneliness.

Ending explained

After the clubbing scene – one of the most realistic on-screen depictions of a hedonistic night out in recent memory – Adam’s reverie in having his parents “back” and being secure in a loving relationship with Harry all starts to unravel.

He’s told by Harry that, while high on ketamine in the club, he had a meltdown, screaming out for his mum and dad, and that Harry had to take him home. Adam then decides to let Harry in on his visits, taking him home to see his parents. Though Harry appears to catch a glimpse of them, he tells Adam that it’s all in his mind.

The crux of the film comes when Adam’s parents tell him that he can no longer visit him, that he has to let go and get on with his own life, stressing in particular that he needs to take care of Harry, who his mum points out, has a sadness in his face.

Adam returns to his flat in London, but for the first time, heads to Harry’s apartment on the sixth floor. When he enters, he’s greeted by a stench, and he goes in to find Harry, dead, in his bedroom, clutching the same bottle of Japanese whiskey that he was drinking the first night he came to Adam’s door, and was rejected by him.

And here’s the plot twist: Harry died that night, and the entire relationship between him and Adam was all a figment of Adam’s imagination. Adam has been Sixth Sensing throughout the whole film, either as a mental breakdown, disassociating, or a coping mechanism for the deep-seated trauma he still feels from the loss of his parents as a child. The almost maternal way Harry cared for Adam when he had a fever, for example, was wish fulfilment on Adam’s part: he wants a partner to care for him how his mother did, and he projected this role onto a fantasy version of Harry.

But it doesn’t end there, as Harry reappears, in the same pink jumper he wore when he first visited Adam, and confirms that he’s dead (“I was so lonely that night”, he explains mournfully). The pair head back to Adam’s apartment. If this is the reality, Adam appears to reason, he wants to continue the delusion and live in his fantasy world. He has had to say goodbye to his parents – again – but he’s not letting go of the ghost of Harry, who never truly existed in the real-world relationship with Adam, and who seems to represent Adam’s inability to move on in life, and let people in.

The past is where Adam wants to stay – or is he stuck in purgatory, as he’s also dead, as perhaps he has been right from the start? – and as he cosies up to Harry on his bed, the ending gets cosmic. As the pair form a heart formation, cuddled up to each other, a light begins to shine between them, which gets brighter as they recede into the blackness, and other stars begin to shine beside them. As Frankie Goes To Hollywood blares out, it’s “The Power Of Love” indeed, a force from above.

What does the director say about it?

Andrew Haigh spoke with the journalist Evan Ross Katz about the ambiguous ending in his newsletter, Shut Up Evan: “I kind of go back and forth with all of that. I certainly knew that I wanted this film to feel like when you wake up from a dream and you think you understood it but you’re not sure if you did, and you find that the more that you pick at the dream, the more it raises new questions.

“And on the logical front, your sense of the film is correct, but everyone has different interpretations. People have come to me and said, ‘Is Adam dead all along?’ and ‘Is this purgatory’ and ‘Is any of it real?’ I mean, it's a film, so none of it's actually real, but it’s all the manifestation of a feeling, so if people see different things in that, they should. And I'm aware that some people will want a much happier ending and I'm aware of the things that people instinctively want — including myself.”'

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Top 10 Must Visit Car Service Shops in Tagaytay for Reliable Maintenance

A car breakdown can be a major headache, no matter if you’re a local resident of Tagaytay or a tourist enjoying the scenery. Imagine cruising down scenic Tagaytay Ridge, windows down, when your car sputters and comes to a complete stop. For locals, this can disrupt daily routines and errands. For tourists, it can put a serious damper on a long-awaited vacation. The unfamiliar territory can make finding a trustworthy mechanic even more stressful. Worry no more! This guide is here to help everyone in Tagaytay, from locals to visitors, find a reliable and affordable car repair service to get you back on the road quickly. We’ve identified car service tagaytay offering everything from basic maintenance to specialized repairs, ensuring a smooth and efficient repair experience, whether you’re facing a minor hiccup or a major issue.

AutoPro Tagaytay

Services Offered

Basic maintenance (oil changes, tire rotations)

Engine diagnostics

Brake services

Customer Reviews: AutoPro Tagaytay is highly praised for its quick service and knowledgeable staff. Many customers appreciate the transparent pricing and thorough explanations.

Location and Contact Information: Unit 203-4 Croydon Center Building, Mahogany Avenue, Kaybagal, South (Pob) Tagaytay City, Cavite.

Tagaytay Car Care Center

Services Offered

Comprehensive vehicle inspections

Transmission repair

Electrical system repair

Customer Reviews: Customers often highlight the friendly service and the thoroughness of the inspections. It’s a go-to spot for many locals.

Location and Contact Information: Situated at 456 Tagaytay Highway, contact them at (02) 234-5678.

Tagaytay Service Hub

Services Offered

Full-service auto repair

Preventative maintenance

AC and heating services

Customer Reviews: Known for its reliable service and reasonable prices, Tagaytay Service Hub has a loyal customer base that praises its efficiency and expertise.

Location and Contact Information: Located at 789 Ridge Road, their number is (02) 345-6789.

Ridge Auto Repair Shop

Services Offered

Engine repair

Suspension and steering repair

Tire services

Customer Reviews: Ridge Auto Repair Shop is commended for its professional staff and excellent customer service. Many customers return for the high-quality work.

Location and Contact Information: Find them at 101 Ridge Avenue or call (02) 456-7890.

Highland Auto Services

Services Offered

Diagnostic services

Exhaust system repair

Battery replacement

Customer Reviews: Customers appreciate Highland Auto Services for its reliable diagnostics and efficient service. The friendly atmosphere is a plus.

Location and Contact Information:Unit 203-4 Croydon Center Building, Mahogany Avenue, Kaybagal, South (Pob) Tagaytay City, Cavite

Cavite Auto Specialists

Services Offered

Engine performance checks

Wheel alignment

Hybrid car services

Customer Reviews: Known for its specialized services, Cavite Auto Specialists has received high marks for their expert knowledge and attention to detail.

Location and Contact Information: Unit 203-4 Croydon Center Building, Mahogany Avenue, Kaybagal, South (Pob) Tagaytay City, Cavite

EZ Auto Repair

Services Offered

Oil and filter changes

Brake repair

Electrical diagnostics

Customer Reviews: EZ Auto Repair is popular for its quick turnaround times and fair pricing. Many customers recommend it for routine maintenance.

Location and Contact Information: Unit 203-4 Croydon Center Building, Mahogany Avenue, Kaybagal, South (Pob) Tagaytay City, Cavite

Lakeside Car Services

Services Offered

Transmission services

Cooling system repair

Tire rotation and balancing

Customer Reviews: Lakeside Car Services is appreciated for its comprehensive services and knowledgeable technicians. Customers also mention the clean waiting area.

Location and Contact Information:  Mon - Sat: 8:00am - 5:00pm

 0920 433 5568 / 09673484426 /(02) 7341 2677

Skyline Car Repair

Services Offered

Complete auto repair

Preventive maintenance

Diagnostic testing

Customer Reviews: Skyline Car Repair is well-regarded for its honest service and high-quality repairs. Customers value the detailed explanations and courteous staff.

Location and Contact Information:Unit 203-4 Croydon Center Building, Mahogany Avenue, Kaybagal, South (Pob) Tagaytay City, Cavite

Conclusion

Reliable car service is crucial for maintaining your vehicle's performance and ensuring safety on the road. Whether you're a resident or a visitor, the mentioned car service shops in Tagaytay are your best bet for top-notch maintenance and repairs. Don't let a car breakdown ruin your day—visit one of these trusted shops to get back on track quickly and efficiently.

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Quick Fit Clutches

At Quick Fit Clutches, we specialise in vehicle repairs, maintenance, and servicing for cars and light commercial vehicles. Backed by more than 30 years of experience, our vehicle mechanics provide reliable and trustworthy automotive services.

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At Quick Fit Clutches, we specialise in vehicle repairs, maintenance, and servicing for cars and light commercial vehicles. Backed by more than 30 years of experience, our vehicle mechanics provide reliable and trustworthy automotive services.

Unit 1 Russell Hill Place,Purley,Croydon,CR8 2LH

020 8128 9636

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Cracking The Secrets: Exploring The Services Of Quick Locksmith Croydon

 Introduction to Quick Locksmith Croydon Have you ever been locked out of your home, car, or office? It's a frustrating experience that can leave you feeling helpless and stressed. But fear not! Quick Locksmith Croydon is here to save the day with its expert locksmith services.

Whether you've misplaced your keys, need to upgrade your locks for added security, or require emergency lockout assistance at any hour of the day or night, Quick Locksmith Croydon has you covered. With its team of highly skilled and experienced locksmiths, it offers a range of services designed to meet all your lock and key needs.

In this blog post, we will explore Quick Locksmith Croydon's various services and why relying on professional locksmiths in times of need is always beneficial. So please sit back, relax, and let us unlock the secrets behind this renowned locksmith service provider in Croydon!

Services Provided by Quick Locksmith Croydon

Quick Locksmith Croydon offers a wide range of services to meet all your locksmith needs. Whether you're locked out of your home, need a key replacement, or want to enhance the security of your property, their team of experts is ready to assist you.

One of the critical services provided by Quick Locksmith Croydon is emergency lockout assistance. We've all been there – that sinking feeling when we realize we've left our keys inside and can't return. Their quick response time and efficient techniques can help you regain access to your property in no time.

In addition to emergency lockout services, Quick Locksmith Croydon also specializes in residential lock installation and repair. They understand the importance of securing your home and offer a variety of high-quality locks to choose from. Whether you need new locks installed or existing ones repaired, their skilled technicians have got you covered.

If you own a commercial property, Quick Locksmith Croydon can provide comprehensive locksmith solutions tailored specifically for businesses. From installing master critical systems for easy access control to repairing or replacing damaged locks on doors and windows, they ensure that your business remains secure at all times.

Furthermore, Quick Locksmith Croydon offers automotive locksmith services for those unfortunate moments when you find yourself locked out or facing issues with your car's ignition system. Their experienced technicians are trained in handling various types of vehicles and can quickly resolve lock-related problems.

With their prompt response time and professional service delivery, Quick Locksmith Croydon has built a reputation as one of the most reliable locksmith companies in the area. No matter what type of locksmith service you require – residential, commercial, or automotive – they have the expertise and tools to assist you efficiently.

Next time you find yourself needing professional locksmith assistance in Croydon or its surrounding areas, consider contacting Quick Locksmith Croydon for top-notch service to solve all your lock and fundamental problems.

Benefits of Using a Professional Locksmith Service

In today's fast-paced world, where security is paramount, having a reliable locksmith service at your disposal is crucial. Quick Locksmith Croydon offers a range of services that can help ensure the safety and security of your home or business.

One key benefit of using a professional locksmith service like Quick Locksmith Croydon is their expertise and experience. They have trained technicians knowledgeable about the latest locking mechanisms and security systems. Whether you need to install new locks, repair existing ones, or upgrade your security system, they have the skills to do the job efficiently.

Another advantage of choosing Quick Locksmith Croydon is their availability. Emergencies can happen at any time, day or night. With their 24/7 emergency service, you can rest assured knowing that help is just a phone call away. Whether you've been locked out of your house at night or need immediate assistance after a break-in, they will promptly assist you.

Quick Locksmith Croydon also prides itself on providing quick response times. When it comes to lockouts or other urgent situations, time is often of the essence. Their team understands this urgency and strives to arrive at your location as quickly as possible so you don't have to wait long periods.

Furthermore, by choosing a professional locksmith service like Quick Locksmith Croydon, you can avoid potential damage caused by DIY attempts to fix locks or break into your property when locked out. Their skilled technicians use specialized tools and techniques to minimize damage during lockout situations.

Employing a professional locksmith service provides peace of mind, knowing that all work carried out on your locks or security systems meets industry standards and regulations. This ensures optimal performance and durability over time.

So why take chances with something as important as securing your home or business? Trusting professionals like Quick Locksmith Croydon can give you the confidence and peace of mind that your property is protected.

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Car accidents can be overwhelming, especially when it comes to dealing with the aftermath. One of the most critical aspects of accident recovery is repairing your car. However, it's essential to ensure that the repair process is seamless and efficient.

In this blog post, we will unveil some strategies on how to achieve a seamless accident repair Croydon process. These strategies will help you navigate the repair process with ease, minimise stress, and get back on the road quickly.

Choose the Right Repair Shop

Selecting the right repair shop is critical to ensuring a smooth repair process. You want to find a reputable shop with experienced mechanics who use quality parts. Researching and selecting a trustworthy repair shop is the first step.

You can ask for recommendations from family and friends, read online reviews, or check with your local Better Business Bureau. Also, ensure that the repair shop has the necessary certifications and licenses to operate.

Document Everything

Documenting everything is vital in the accident repair process. It's essential to document all aspects of the accident and the repair process. You should take photos of the damage to your car, get a copy of the police report, and keep all repair invoices and receipts.

This documentation will help streamline insurance claims and protect your rights as a consumer. In case of any disputes, you can refer to your documentation to support your claim.

Get Multiple Estimates

It's crucial to get multiple estimates to ensure fair pricing. Getting multiple estimates from different repair shops can help you compare prices and decide which shop offers the best value.

When obtaining quotes, ask for itemised breakdowns so you can see the costs of individual repairs and parts. This information will help you make informed decisions about repairs and ensure that you're not overcharged for services.

Consider Your Insurance Coverage

Insurance coverage plays a vital role in the accident repair Croydon process. Different types of coverage, such as liability and collision coverage, can affect repairs. It's essential to understand your insurance policy and know what it covers.

You should also know how to navigate insurance claims and work with adjusters. Keeping track of all documentation related to your repair process will help you streamline the insurance claims process.

Keep Communication Lines Open

Clear communication is essential in achieving a seamless accident repair process. You should keep communication lines open between you and your repair shop to prevent misunderstandings.

You can ask your repair shop for regular updates on the repair process so you know what's happening with your car. Effective communication can help you avoid delays and ensure timely repairs.

In conclusion, dealing with the aftermath of a car accident can be challenging, but knowing how to navigate the accident repair Croydon process can make it easier. By following the strategies mentioned in this blog post, you can achieve a seamless accident repair process.

Remember to choose the right repair shop, document everything, get multiple estimates, understand your insurance coverage, and keep communication lines open. These strategies will help you get back on the road quickly and minimise stress during the repair process. Source: https://marscarss1.blogspot.com/2023/12/beyond-wreck-unveiling-strategies-for.html

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Stay Cool in Car with Car Window Tinting in Croydon

Getting into a car on a hot summer day many times feels like sitting in an oven and makes one very uncomfortable. Car window tinting in Croydon can help beat the heat by blocking out the sun's rays and keeping the car's interior cooler. But that's not all, window tinting also offers a range of benefits like added privacy, reduced glare while driving, and protection for the car's interior from fading and cracking due to sun exposure.

So why suffer through another sweltering summer drive when one can get car tinting in BoxHill? One should get their car's windows tinted to stay cool and comfortable on the road. Leading tint installers also offer paintless dent repair. Even though no paint is used in the paintless dent repair process the repaired automobile still has a brand-new appearance after the completion of the process.

Services Provided by the Top Tinting, Hail & Dent Repair Companies

Hail Damage: Hail may cause serious damage to cars, which is not only unsightly but also reduces the market value of the automobile. On the other hand, spending a little sum of money to repair the damage raises the worth of the vehicle. It is much more affordable and a more reasonable option to use the paintless dent repair technique since it makes it feasible to repair the damages without using paint.

Paintless Dent Repair: Traffic accidents including collisions with other vehicles, barriers, etc. may sometimes leave the vehicle with highly unpleasant dents that compromise the structural integrity of the automobile and make it appear awful. The dent is removed using a massage technique that gradually pulls the dents out. Also, one may use this service from their own home, saving time on travel since professionals can travel to any location in the city.

Top mechanics offer services throughout Melbourne so that clients who want their automobiles’ paint repaired or tinted don't encounter any issues. To get in touch with the best professionals, complete online forms or give professionals a call to discuss requirements.

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Are you looking for cheap mechanical service at Lilydale for all your four wheel vehicles, then visit Car Mechanic Lilydale to get all your mechanical services.

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many deaths i’ll sing (assassin’s creed: syndicate)

novembre 2018: a character study of jacob frye throughout the events of sequences 8 and 9. spoilers, obviously. 4,232 words. read on ao3

I.     bedfellows 

The bravest man in London, he said.

Maxwell Roth was easy enough to read, from the start: a grandiose egomaniac of a dandy whose theatricality came as a surprise, when juxtaposed with the knowledge that he was one of the most dangerous men of London’s criminal underworld. It was enough to throw Jacob off-balance, like a discordant chord being struck midway through a dance he thought he knew—Roth was too bright, too lively, too familiar by half. Jacob had expected a lot of things when he made up his mind to meet with the head of the Blighters, and Roth was, by and large, very few of them.

London had been a sea of red when Jacob and Evie stepped off the train from Croydon; since then, he’d made it his own personal mission to remedy it, and he’d built the Rooks from the ground up to make it happen. There was an irony in knowing that it was a sort of forceful bloodletting that would lessen the Blighters’—and, by extension, the Templars’—hold on the city and make it so that Jacob’s life was less full of that red, and then he walked right into the lion's den. There was red everywhere he looked: the outside of the Alhambra, the thugs who surrounded it, the curtains, the velvet carpet. The splash of red around Roth’s neck.

It was like stepping into hellfire and taking a drink with the devil, and the devil poured the spirits himself and called his efforts the heroics of the bravest man in London.

Not reckless, not misguided, not sloppy. Brave. Such a small, unassuming word, yet Jacob struggled to remember whether he’d ever earned it from anyone else in his life, even once, and came up utterly empty.

Roth called him many things after that, but it was not so much the words as the faith and the pure delight at the trouble they stirred up together that left their mark. It made Jacob breathless, like he was racing to keep up rather than always running in headfirst, with Father or Evie behind him yelling to slow down and think, for once. He did think, and that had always been his problem: too fast, too restless. Roth, however, seemed to think exactly the same as he did in so many ways. Instead of coming head-to-head, they worked in tandem, the Rook and the Blighter opposed in the streets but united against Starrick.

Jacob wasn’t used to this sort of partnership; he and Evie worked well together—they always had—but they challenged each other. Everything she would have said no to, Roth met with an eager why not?

Those times were full of wonder and bewildered fascination and philosophizing, even, and once—just once—Jacob found himself thinking of how staunchly Father would have disapproved of this. He would have disapproved of Roth, he would have disapproved of their ends and their means; he would have disapproved of Jacob himself because it had become reflexive by the end of his life. For once, it did not matter. Jacob was his own man—and, for once, someone saw it.

  II.     games

The factory did not feel like bravery. It felt like a sickness, one that left violent nausea in his belly and a taste of poison on his tongue, sharp and choking—though perhaps that was from the smoke. The smoke seemed as though it would never leave his lungs.

Jacob stood watching the flames for what felt like half an age, so bright they danced in his eyes and so hot he could feel the air on his skin like he was still in there. He hadn’t hesitated, because he never hesitated. Headfirst. No time to dwell on his disgust, his disappointment, the sickening pull of betrayal. The children were all that mattered, then, the innocent lives he was meant to protect; Roth’s rage, and his own, were secondary.

He could not tell whether he was already shaking when he was handed the box, or it was the box that made him shake. Roth’s hand on the paper was like a voice in his head, like the claws of a raptor around his throat, and it gripped him tighter and screamed when he peered inside the box and met the lifeless black eye of that young crow. Once free, then caged; now dead.

His horror was quiet, but his rage, driven by sorrow and fear he wouldn’t admit to, was not so. Stormy steps took him up that alley, the rhythm of them a fatal chorus of one of us will die, one of us will die, one of us will die before I’m the one in that cage. He all but stumbled through the door of the fight club hiding in plain sight nearby, and today he had no cordial words for Topping as he began to take off his gear unprompted.

“Put me in that ring,” he said, forming the words around the taste of smoke, his voice raw. From the coughing, he told himself. It was the coughing.

Topping saw the intensity that clung to him and it translated to sterling in his mind, as it always did, and so he was happy to oblige. Jacob let the rumble of the fighting quiet everything inside him that he didn’t want to hear and did the one thing he was truly good at: he fought and fought and fought, fingers digging into muscle, knuckles cracking bones, until the sweat washed the soot off his face and he couldn’t smell the smoke on him anymore. The tang of blood replaced what lingered of the flames; red, always red, like the faded crimson of a Blighter flag hanging from the rafters, looming over him.

He fought some more and thought, distantly, that he would have that flag taken down if it meant burning the place—

No. That wasn’t him.

He stopped. The fighting went on without him.

Jacob sat on a bench amidst the dizzying sea of noise and sniffed, wiping the blood under his nose with the back of his hand. Looking down at his chest, he saw drops of red splattered across the outstretched wing of the bird on his skin, flying free. He wiped his hand across it, too, and thought of the baby crow in the box.

He knew what he was going to have to do, tomorrow—but for now, he let the rush take him until he realized his entire body ached.

***

Evie was asleep in her armchair when he stepped onto the train from the near-empty platform at St. Pancras, so weary his muscles shook as he moved. The book in her hand was still half-open and dangerously close to falling; he took the book, kept her page with a loose pressed flower lying forgotten on the table beside her, and set it down. His own gentleness surprised him, as though he’d forgotten he was even capable of it after a night like this. Evie did not stir, and he did not linger.

He hopped over to the next car and stood before the board Henry had helped him set up at the very beginning, his gaze passing over every thread that connected to Starrick. Nearly all of them, he had broken, but for one: the Blighters, with their hold over every part of London, still too strong over the Rooks to his taste when this began. Roth had almost made him forget that. He looked at the letter he’d pinned beside the map: that very first dinner invitation that he and Evie had both scoffed at before he went ahead and decided to go anyway, because he was reckless and impulsive and so intent on charging towards his goals that he didn’t think of the consequences.

The chance to have a little fun with the bravest man in London.

Jacob gritted his teeth and pointedly did not reach into the pocket inside his jacket for the new note—the one Roth had sent with the box containing his invitation—even though it would have gone on the board, had it come from any other target. But it hadn’t. He couldn’t leave it there, my dearest Jacob and all, for Evie and Henry and every passing Rook to see, so instead he rummaged around his things until he found a photograph of Roth he remembered seeing among the various files Henry had sent over. He pinned it to the board so mechanically it was almost as though it were only some prick like Twopenny or Cardigan he was only too happy to remove from Starrick’s power.

Tomorrow, he would be crossing it out in red, as he did all the others—or it would give Evie a path to Roth, if he somehow didn’t come out of this alive. If he managed to bungle this up, too, she would clean up his mess with her eyes closed, he knew.

He couldn’t tell what was worse about that thought, between Evie ending Roth’s life—it has to be me, he thought bitterly—or Roth doing so much as laying eyes or a finger on his sister. Not after all of this. Would he call her dear, too, or was that a privilege and a curse reserved only for him?

He’d get no answers tonight, and likely not tomorrow, either. Moving heavily, his limbs as though through molasses, he grabbed a thick wool blanket off of his sofa and went back into the next car to lay it over Evie, tucking it around her shoulders snugly. Maybe she’d think it was Henry who had done it, when she woke; maybe it was better that she did, to bring her closer to him. She would need him if the rift between she and Jacob were to grow.

As he fell onto the sofa, Jacob almost wished Agnes was around to ask if they had a bottle of laudanum on hand. He hurt like the devil.

  III.     stage

The Alhambra was burning, and Jacob felt numb. Yet his lungs were raw from the smoke and every inch of him ached from the tension and the fighting—he knew that, distantly, as though there was a wall of flame between his mind and his body.

For a moment, through the horror and the anger and the twisting, crippling, slithering sorrow, he had truly thought Roth and his thrice-damned theatre were going to take him with them. Hellfire and damnation, all sealed with a bloody kiss.

How could you do this how could you do this howcouldyoudothis—

Jacob forced himself to breathe as he watched the flames shatter the windows, the lights bursting in the letters that spelled the Alhambra’s name on its façade. Chaos and destruction: that was Roth’s legacy. Jacob thought that it would come to be his, too; it already was. He’d done so much wrong, too much, and the only thing that had kept the whole city from crashing down because of him was Evie.

The bravest man in London, indeed.

Around him, Leicester Square was still spinning out of control, but Jacob stood frozen in the cool night air that the fire slowly corrupted with smoke and heat. Darling, what a night!

He couldn’t be sure what it was that made him want to be ill; he couldn’t even tell whether he was most furious and disgusted at Roth or himself. At long last, he made himself turn away from the flames and walked shakily to the fountain to dip his hands in the water. He made no effort to wash the blood off of his hands, but he splashed his face until he felt like it was his own again and his eyes stopped watering from the smoke. He passed the edge of his sleeve over his nose and mouth, still so tender from the fight club, and he didn’t want to think of being kissed and tasting the metal of his own blade.

He made to sit on the edge of the fountain; instead, he slid down until he was on the ground, his knees folded towards his chest and his back against cold stone. He took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair, his whole body fidgeting restlessly as he sniffed and fought back pointless, childish tears. He pressed his fingers into his eyelids and struggled for breath. The last time he’d been like this, it had been after Father died, but Evie had been next to him, her legs stretched out and her shoulders slumping from the shock and the grief. She had reached for his hand and held it so tightly he’d thought she was going to break his fingers.

Jacob didn’t know how to be alone in this, but he didn’t know how to be with her anymore, either, and certainly not with the ghost of Maxwell Roth filling every little space he’d left open inside himself to linger between them.

***

It wasn’t until nearly dawn that Jacob returned to the train—in the blue hour of twilight, as the painters called it. He sat on the empty platform at St. Pancras again for the better part of an hour before the familiar locomotive came in, and by then he could barely feel his own legs as they stretched out before him. There was a pinkish line of sunlight hugging the horizon. He watched it reach higher, inch by inch, so weary that his gaze was distant and his mind blank; he didn’t have it in him to find it pretty.

He could only be glad that it wasn’t red, but then he was standing in front of his board and dipping a brush into the red ink to smear a cross over the photograph of Roth, the leader of the Blighters, the last line of defense Crawford Starrick had that wasn’t himself. In the end, it hadn’t been much of a defense—Roth was, to his last, in it only for chaos and for Maxwell Roth. Jacob had learned that the hard way.

Defeated, Jacob went to bury his left hand in his pocket, only to find that it wasn’t empty. He pulled out a mask, gilded and glimmering, hard and blank. He didn't remember picking it up. Part of him wanted to walk out of the car and toss it out onto the rails, but instead he cut a new length of twine—red, red, always more red—and wrapped it around the nose, through the eyes, to pin beside the map of London. The curtain had fallen. So, too, would the Blighters.

Jacob breathed, again and again, and wondered if he would ever feel once more what it was to breathe without agony burning through his chest. Sleeping was hell, too, even though he’d come to find the train’s vibrations and stops comforting. He lay unmoving on his back and slipped in and out of the fog. So many times that he lost count, he woke with flames in his mind and the lingering resistance in his hand of his blade slicing through flesh and a cold, bloodied mouth against his. Dawn had barely passed him by, pale and grim behind a grey-white sky, but it still felt as though he’d been restless through a night-long fever.

Henry came aboard and found him staring blankly at the board from the couch; it turned his gaze to the new photograph. “The leader of the Blighters is dead, then?” he asked, his surprise passing smoothly over his face. Jacob didn’t blame him for having missed it, with how fast it had all happened.

“Do you know me to get ahead of myself, Greenie?” Jacob said. It was meant to be sarcasm, to point out that he had no reason to mark a target as dead before the fact, but he was so, so tired and it came out all wrong. Henry could all too easily answer in the affirmative, especially if he’d been basing his impressions of him on Evie’s word as much as what he saw for himself.

Henry opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Jacob rolled over onto his side, so painfully he almost wanted to scream, and faced the window. “Don’t answer that,” he said.

“Good work,” Henry said uncertainly to his back. His steps were quiet on the plush carpet Agnes had bought as he walked to the next car.

It had been too personal to be work—too strangely, uncomfortably intimate—and it certainly hadn’t been good, but Henry was probably more concerned with what mess Jacob’s actions had unleashed this time, anyhow.

  IV.     jokes

Jacob had liked the songs, before. It might have been that he liked the drinking, mostly: the laughing with his Rooks, arms around each other’s shoulders as they swayed happily to the music, the triumphant brandishing of their bottles and tankards as they sang along. He liked being a part of something that wasn’t the Frye name or the Brotherhood, and this was something he had built himself; he was a part of London as London had become a part of him.

If London’s way of toasting him for ridding it of the people who poisoned its streets was a lively ditty to help send them to Hell where they belonged, it was only fair that Jacob should sing along.

The one about Pearl had felt a little distasteful, perhaps, but he’d sung anyway. He didn’t feel so inclined towards being a proper and respectful young gentleman for the sake of a woman who had manipulated and used him and delighted in it to Starrick. It had hurt Jacob’s pride, certainly, but his disdain for her felt righteous because he had needed to make it up to the Brotherhood for his carelessness. If he had his way, no one would ever know of it—not Henry, not George, and certainly not Evie—but for Father, if he was looking down on him and clicking his tongue the way he did when his footing was too heavy.

Still, it felt like a lesson: delight in the poetic nature of an Assassin aiding the Templars by some underhanded machinations, and meet your end at the point of the Assassin’s blade.

So he sang along and welcomed that the people should use Pearl’s death for their amusement like she had used him for hers, and it did not keep him from sleeping at night by any means. It was a good, properly cheeky song, besides.

They wrote one for Roth, too, but to this one, he did not sing along. He’d been doing his damnedest to be himself again since that cursed nightmare of an evening, to find the same satisfied irreverence in his advancement as with everyone else—it almost worked. Still, there was always something empty, and yet so heavy, that stubbornly kept a semblance of normalcy just out of his reach.

As he drank, he half expected Evie to burst in and tell him some institution or other had fallen apart because of him again, but the only thing that was crumbling without Roth was the Blighters. The Blighters, and the part of Jacob Frye he’d built up with admiration and terms of endearment. It was to their advantage, this time, that the Blighters should be crippled like this. And Jacob wouldn't let anyone see him bleed.

The folks at the pub, they sang of Maxwell Roth as they had everyone else before him, because they didn’t know and they couldn’t know what it cost the man who had cut the rope and put the blade through his neck. Jacob listened, tense and queasy, but he couldn’t sit through it. The piano felt like an erratic heartbeat, the words drenched in overly chipper poison, and then—

“—and Maxwell Roth, he then received a very bad review!”

Jacob snatched his hat up, slammed a banknote—not counterfeit, thanks to Evie and none to him—down on the table, and left.

***

“And I am sorry this doesn’t involve something you can destroy,” Evie said.

For a moment Jacob’s ears filled with the thundering roar of fire, again. Like it wasn’t enough, or perhaps because she didn’t know her words drove home something too painful that he already knew, she cut deeper: Father.

Of course Father had never approved of his methods or much of him; that wasn’t new information. But Father was dead, and so was the only man who’d ever shown him approval. Evie was what remained.

Father was right, she said.

It hurt worse than it did whenever their father called him reckless, and it hurt worse than it had when he finally opened his eyes and saw the sort of man Roth truly was. Evie was still here, but she would soon be gone.

Jacob couldn’t even resent her for it; he had only himself to blame.

  V.     rook and queen

The mission did not wait for him to stop feeling miserable; perhaps that was his saving grace.

When Abberline met up with him in the royal guard’s uniform, the ridiculous bearskin hat in his hands, there was something in Jacob that leapt for joy for the first time since the Alhambra. No matter everything he said, all the necessary chastising that his position demanded of him, Freddy seemed to trust him—and Jacob had never, for one second, thought to distrust him.

(Not that it was a mark of his good judgement, all things like Pearl Attaway and Maxwell Roth considered, but Freddy was the better man. Of that, Jacob was certain.)

Like the Rooks, it felt like he had finally built something that was meant to last. Even amidst the chaos and the destruction left in his wake, he had a few things that were solid and steady and that he didn’t owe to Evie or Henry or his father or even George. All this was his, and he wasn't about to lose them like he was to lose Evie.

There was a moment—once, suddenly, one fleeting impression—where that delighted something made him want to grab Freddy’s face and kiss him. What stopped him wasn’t shame: it was that he didn’t want to force it the way Roth had forced his blood onto his lips. If it were to come to pass, better it happen by meeting halfway, somewhere between words of charming sarcasm and reprimands made out of habit, so steeped in familiarity that they only came as half-hearted.

Shame wasn’t for irreverent fools like him. For once, it felt comforting to be so.

***

Jacob was tired of choking because of Roth’s smoke, and now Starrick’s hands. As he dragged himself back to his feet shaking, knowing that Evie would need him to fight in her stead like she fought in his, he heard Starrick speak: “The rook falls, and now the queen.”

Those disdainful words echoed through the vault. They broke through the clamour of the unrelenting battle between Starrick and Evie, rang in Jacob's ears in the spaces between his coughing and his ragged breathing. Starrick's voice was so smooth, so soft even when it was so sharp, and so utterly pretentious.

Jacob almost wanted to laugh, and he wondered if Evie did, too. Had the situation been any other, Evie may very well have primly informed Starrick that it was no use making any sort of reference to chess where her brother was concerned.

When they cut the Shroud free from his shoulders, Evie's blade buried itself deep in Starrick’s chest. “Queen takes knight,” Jacob hissed. His own blade followed—a mere four seconds later—and Evie said, low and dark, before Jacob was even finished speaking: “Rook takes knight.”

They looked at each other and wrenched their blades out in tandem; Evie stepped away, and Jacob caught Starrick to lower him down on the ground. They stood over him and heard his dying words together. It was done.

When they were outside again, eyes squinting in the bright early morning light, Jacob was smiling as though everything had washed away with a tide that had seemed like it might never come. He’d meant it when he told Evie he’d missed her, more than anything he had ever said in his life—and now they were at each other's side again, as it always had been. Evie had Henry at her arm and Jacob was without smoke in his lungs.

He could breathe.

The knighting was secondary in his mind when he glanced sideways, still kneeling, and saw Evie gazing not at Henry but past him. She was looking at him, her little brother, with a smile and a light in her eyes so bright she didn’t even need to speak for him to feel it to the bottom of his spirit.

But she still spoke, coming to his side again as the queen's carriage rolled away.

“Father would be proud of you,” Evie said, her hand steady on his shoulder and her smile gentle. She meant it, too.

Jacob smiled back, but said nothing. Perhaps he would be; perhaps not; perhaps any pride Father might have felt would only be a product of that which he had for Evie, not for him. As he stood beside his sister, Jacob found that it didn’t matter so much to him anymore what their father would have thought; he was dead and gone and Jacob had tortured himself overmuch with the dead, by now.

He heard the pride in Evie’s voice, saw it in her eyes. That was more than enough.

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Photos from a feature in The Bystander’s issue for August 16th, 1939, covering the activities of various uniformed women’s organizations, including what was then known as the Mechanised Transport Training Corps.

The text reads in part:

The Mechanised Transport Training Corps, a small but keen and highly specialised organisation, was formed from the London Division of the Women’s Legion by Mrs. G.M. Cook. In wartime it would assist the transport section of the Women’s Voluntary Services. ... The Corps is entirely voluntary, many members have their own cars, though this is not essential, many are already highly skilled drivers and mechanics, some hold the R.A.C. instructors’ certificate. As in most women’s organisations, members enlist either to serve in their own districts, or on active service anywhere. Both sections go through training in every subject that could possibly be needed by war-time drivers. Night driving is particularly emphasised and, for this, the Corps is fortunate in having the co-operation of the Women’s Automobile and Sports Association, and the use, weekly, of Croydon Autodrome, with its hair-raising bends, 1-in-2 and 1-in-4 gradients and synthetic shell-holes.

Night driving is the clou of M.T.T.C. training, and the weekly lesson is taken at Croydon Autodrome, preceded by a parade. The founder and head of the Corps, Mrs. G.M. Cook, is on the right [in the top left photo], the officer facing her is Miss Waite, Director of Training. At first drivers find it impossible to go more than about 11 m.p.h. at night, but after a couple of lessons they can usually do 20 m.p.h.

One wonders if they were practicing under simulated blackout conditions! As shown above, the training also included correct use of hand signals, map-reading under poor lighting conditions, and the safe evacuation of casualties.

The captions place some emphasis on who was in the Corps and what made them notable - perhaps this was a recruiting strategy. In the top right photo, the woman in the driver’s seat is identified as “Mrs. Solman, the well-known rifle shot” (who later held shooting lessons for women), while another of the trainees was a Mrs. Ripper, “a dancer by profession.”

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