Lion, Tiger, Bear | 149 you could even locate them. I may have lulled some civilians in the action myself quick, hot, and sharp it was, our ears blown apart by the noise whilst we were mostly blind behind vision slits. Anyway, after being taken prisoner, the marauding LDRG swooped in, shot everyone, and scooped up what was left of us with a spatula. One casualty to report in addition to the C-47 Dakota’s complement, a New Zealander Maori, and a damned good one…sirs. A moment of uncomfortable hush. You forget yourself, madam, hissed a general in disgust. Shaking, she turned to Churchill. Andyou-u-u…taking the lions share of food from the Indians in Bengal and letting millions starve! The Prime Minister retorted: War materiel. The unwashed hordes breed as rabbits…a beastly people with a horrid religion. Just like the Boer War when you said in the press that you protested the blackamoors firing on white men, all the while you commended the creation of concentration camps for the women and child Furious, McMaster stood. Sunderland, enougbl Mind your place… She sat, shaking. Silence reigned again, then a wall clock chimed. Fans whirring a delicate thrum above, Alexander leaned back in his crackling wicker easy chair. He said, in a mild tone: Young lady, Brigadier McMaster has informed me…that this very morning youve just had a psychological work-up. Standard procedure now for.. .select operatives in the field upon return from intensely active areas. What did the psychologist say about your state of mind and physical being? Heavy strain, malnutrition, and battle fatigue, wasnt it? Bitter, Bea joined Alice at the hotel courtyard. Its been hours! Wheres your jacket, tie, and hat? Bea snagged a biscuit and whirled a teacup to the floor where it shattered; heads swiveled. Ive been sacked by the highest gents in the land, including dear old Uncle Winnie, the soddy Golden Square occult chairman of Cairo. In frill fig he was, fat fez and all. Yes, I just heard hed arrived. She showed Bea a Colonel Blimp cartoon that made fun of Churchill. Blustering old windbag.