Lion, Tiger, Bear | 129 Eyes wide, Gwafa pressed back. Tirer, Capitaineshoot! He then gave Takutas Maori extended tongue war face. Hrr-a-a-h-h! Stop it! cried Bea, now in between them. Were not enemy spies, damn you! Oh, you blitherings… Whitehead… Casually aloof and calm as was his habit, one that put the men at ease in hot, tense action, the ranking captain pushed away the pistol and cleaned his binoculars with a rum wipe, knowing full well that his men and Whitehead wouldnt shoot unarmed soldiers without a direct order, no matter what the unusual circumstances. Honestly man, Hotheadwould suit you better, your intemperate nature will be your end. He turned to Bea, dabbing his burning eyes with a wet hanky. Ah-hum, now look here, madam, regretfully, I must put you two under arrest. Is this true that you speak German? A scarf around her face, Bea raised her voice to be heard. Yes, sir, but I Since Siwa was once our forward opsbase, and we do want it back someday, we were reconnoitering the oasis at a distance, checking up on old Jerry the new tenant, saw smoke, and heard the artillery and tank fire. Eventually we became curious as to who exactly was fighting whothough I must say were still not quite sure for that matter then breezily moved in for a bit of fun and sport, our specialty. Weve had a grave loss’.” Bea pointed to the grave and snapped: So have we. And then there were you three conveniently eating with the Eye-ties, chatting and socializing in German, I reckon. Highly irregular, as we, the tip-of-the-spear as it were, have no wireless reports of a downed Dakota transport or any allies in the area. Even louder. Why you shite-smeared orangutan… He neared her uncomfortably, nearly blind and deaf from dust. Both of us want to know, once again and in greater depth, exactly how and why you and the …gong-farmers, back to your filthy nightsoil pits! Bea shoved him back in knee-jerk defiance, the Tudor-era shit-shovel reference highly amusing to the men, but not to Whitehead. No, wait… Stifling the mans pistol again, Peter approached her with ftiendly arms held high. Peace be between us. He squinted, his mind rushing with the growing wind. Only one person I know would say something like that. What? asked Whitehead, eager to kill a turncoat spy, anyone. He slowly undid her scarf. Beansy? Is that.. .really.. .you? He moved her dirty,