Lion, Tiger, Bear | 83 The three of them had a duty to perform nevertheless, and she mixed that into the dough, kneading it over and over with the stark reality. She couldnt just leave without performing some type of bellicose action, no, not that, it just wasnt her modus oferandi. She craved some fun, some action, something, anything. Got a taste for this stuff in Austria a while back whilst on skis. Dry as face powder, must be the tropical version. The two men snapped off chunks. You can ski, madame? Spy mission. Trained with the German First Mountain Division. We ate a lot of cheese, nuts, and chocolate. High density calories and fat. Takuta ate another chunk of the dry, sweet confection. I miss the snow back in New Zealand, give anythin fer a handful. Gwafa liked it less. Merde, what prayers I would trade for a bowl of sorghum millet with the fine leaf powder of the Baobab tree. Just a little sand to scour the stomach as my father once said. Bea buttoned her jacket against the chill. Duty calls, gents. What about some good, old fashioned sabotage before we hoof it out of here? At least when we reached Cairo we would have a decent action report to hand in. What about all their troops paradin about, mum? asked Takuta, now chewing a tooth duller. Were outnumbered and out-gunned by a long shot, no pun intended. Any barley sweets left? asked Bea. Gwafa handed her two from the emergency ration tin, then dug out canned Bully Beef with his long fingers and licked them. This is a big town and oasis out here in the deep desert, they are spread out fairly thin, madame. We could set fires with petrol perhaps. Slit a few throats, .du revoir, bosched? Bea scratched her dirty matted hair, longing for a brush. Love a visit a Mayfair hairdresser. Hmm, three unarmed little pigs against a big pack of wolves. Jerry would never suspect three ill-trained commandos in their midst at this salty mud hole. Theyll be on alert, but maybe not on high alert. A tad too much bravado and arrogance are two of their weaknesses, maybe the only two. The Italians just follow their orders. I say we blow up an ammunition lorry with a delayed fuse in the middle of the night. That might make a bold statement, and all eyes would be on the explosion while we scram, that is if we can steal camels and enough food and water for the journey. Gwafa used his knife to draw a crude map of the oasis in the dust. We are here, north of the oasis. To the west, here, are some of the fuel lorries and tank transporters.