Lion, Tiger, Bear | 127 from all three guns at a confused Italian mortar team who had no idea what was happening. The remaining truck then caught up with them north of the lake and they convoyed northwest at full speed. Dust cloud trail thick, the 88 mm flak guns opened up on them from 3500 meters away, lining their escape route with a forest of plumed explosions eighty feet high as they weaved back and forth, making themselves difficult targets, a hallmark of the infamous LRDGhit fast from all directions, disappear faster in the confusion. She looked to Gwafa with eyes of deep concern. Im so terribly sorry. For what, madame? Nothing. Not such cannibalistic and savage chaps after all… He lacked rocks and dust in the fierce wind. This one says they stole a Tiger tank, whatever that may be, and the blackguard sergeant here says they shot up the whole damned oasis with an 88just the three of ’em! yelled the captain, face filled with thunder. At thirty miles northwest of Siwa, safe from enemy reprisals and not having spotted any pursuers, they had stopped to bury Takuta. Gwafa and two other men had begun digging in the unforgiving hard soil as the dusty wind burned everyones eyes. It grew stronger, a genuine zephyr. Dismounting the other armed lorry, another Royal Army Captain, tired, his beard heavy, kicked his trousers of dust. He and a corporal rubbed their dust-fouled eyes, a common hazard if one were short a pair of goggles or at the very least a pair of pilots sunglasses. Dammitall! Anyway, lets bivvy up here for the night. Good cover in these ditches despite this slight…breeze. Calm, collected, he yawned, stretching. Terrible luck Terry and his crew had, caught a big shell from something, somewhere. Damnable luck! Need saline drops, cant see. Goggles broke. Bea and Gwafa could barely hear them talk, but they knew something was amiss. He handed him some. Youre ranking Captain, Peter, but dont you see something wrong with these two so-called refugees? Deserters more likely. They said they crashed a wounded Dakota north of town and hid in a cave. A wild tale of nomads, shady deals, and mysterious heavy tanks with ruddy flak guns tucked between their flanksdisinformation more like it. They could be German plants, traitors, spies. Ones that could spread wild rumors, lies, fear. Our lads up north caught some last month, a