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Two figures stood in an isolated area of wartime france. The first man was short and fat in a grey uniform. the man next to him was dressed in civilan clothes, he was his servant.
There was not a sound to be heard except the rustling of the trees and the hooting of a distant owl. Then without warning there was a thud and a short moan. The grey clad man rested on the ground, blood dripping out out the wound in his side.
From behind the clearing became a rustle and a figure of another man arose from the bushes.
"Ahhh Mr. patterson, it is a pleasure" said the servent in French accent. Patterson stood up and cleaned himself with the back of his hand. "You are ?" he asked.
"Please call me jack, it is not my name but then it is not wise to use your real name in wartime is it now?"
"You are good with your knife" said patterson looking at the body as he dragged it away.
" yes very good, if you want something cut then i'm your man. The staff car should arrive hear shortly, they don't know who they are picking up so you should be alright. I've have three cases with me. One has a browning automatic rifle, the second a collection of small arms and the third is our little friend!"
Patterson nodded not understanding what jack meant by our little friend meant, he knew there job was to blow up the local airfields ammo dump so the bombers could find it against the night sky. But what was there friend. He though to himself best not to ask questions the french can be odd how they describe thing but they usally do a good job.
From around the corner come a pair of bright headlights. The car skidded to halt. The window was wound down
"quickly the resistance base is not to far away from hear" said the driver with a paniced look on his face.
Paterson got in the car and jack loaded the bags into the boot.
The ride to the air base was bumpy the car seemed to have difficulty driving up the hill but it managed it in the end.Pattersons felt nervous he hated been undercover the smallest mistake could cost everything.
The passengers stepped out on to the tarmac of the airfield a cold wind was blowing. Jack only took two cases out of the car and left the third. He told the driver to wait over there and he pointed to a row of buildings where two tanks and other staff cars were parked.
The commander of the airfield ran ou tto meet him. They gave each other the right handed salute.
"you are hear to see that the base is meeting the target set by the captain, yes?"
"Yes"
"Please follow me"
The the head of the airbase, patterson and jack walked down the steps of the commanders private bunker.
"hear are the plans for the base"
"right"
Paterson had to try and keep an interest in what was happening to appear real. After about half an hour of talking, From outside came tthe sound an air raid.
"stay here, you'll be s..." jack had thrown his knife at him and he slumped forward on his desk.
"quickly outside" When they stepped outside they could see it hadn't been a bomb been dropped it had been the last package in the car. From the other side of the compound a car smashed through the gates and screech to halt next to jack. Jack pulled patterson in with him and they sped of in to the night. Looking behind him patterson could see the fire caused by the bomb.
"see our little friend did the job"
There was not a sound to be heard except the rustling of the trees and the hooting of a distant owl. Then without warning there was a thud and a short moan. The grey clad man rested on the ground, blood dripping out out the wound in his side.
From behind the clearing became a rustle and a figure of another man arose from the bushes.
"Ahhh Mr. patterson, it is a pleasure" said the servent in French accent. Patterson stood up and cleaned himself with the back of his hand. "You are ?" he asked.
"Please call me jack, it is not my name but then it is not wise to use your real name in wartime is it now?"
"You are good with your knife" said patterson looking at the body as he dragged it away.
" yes very good, if you want something cut then i'm your man. The staff car should arrive hear shortly, they don't know who they are picking up so you should be alright. I've have three cases with me. One has a browning automatic rifle, the second a collection of small arms and the third is our little friend!"
Patterson nodded not understanding what jack meant by our little friend meant, he knew there job was to blow up the local airfields ammo dump so the bombers could find it against the night sky. But what was there friend. He though to himself best not to ask questions the french can be odd how they describe thing but they usally do a good job.
From around the corner come a pair of bright headlights. The car skidded to halt. The window was wound down
"quickly the resistance base is not to far away from hear" said the driver with a paniced look on his face.
Paterson got in the car and jack loaded the bags into the boot.
The ride to the air base was bumpy the car seemed to have difficulty driving up the hill but it managed it in the end.Pattersons felt nervous he hated been undercover the smallest mistake could cost everything.
The passengers stepped out on to the tarmac of the airfield a cold wind was blowing. Jack only took two cases out of the car and left the third. He told the driver to wait over there and he pointed to a row of buildings where two tanks and other staff cars were parked.
The commander of the airfield ran ou tto meet him. They gave each other the right handed salute.
"you are hear to see that the base is meeting the target set by the captain, yes?"
"Yes"
"Please follow me"
The the head of the airbase, patterson and jack walked down the steps of the commanders private bunker.
"hear are the plans for the base"
"right"
Paterson had to try and keep an interest in what was happening to appear real. After about half an hour of talking, From outside came tthe sound an air raid.
"stay here, you'll be s..." jack had thrown his knife at him and he slumped forward on his desk.
"quickly outside" When they stepped outside they could see it hadn't been a bomb been dropped it had been the last package in the car. From the other side of the compound a car smashed through the gates and screech to halt next to jack. Jack pulled patterson in with him and they sped of in to the night. Looking behind him patterson could see the fire caused by the bomb.
"see our little friend did the job"
What?
Bring it on Girly Boy.
Oh and umm nice story....yeah good story.
Oh and umm nice story....yeah good story.
Anyone else going to read. I could do with feedback.
Cheers mate, I'll be thinking of a different story soon.
Good story but I think it could've done with a bit more work.
Still a good read though.
Still a good read though.
Two figures stood in an isolated area of wartime france. The first man was short and fat in a grey uniform. the man next to him was dressed in civilan clothes, he was his servant.
There was not a sound to be heard except the rustling of the trees and the hooting of a distant owl. Then without warning there was a thud and a short moan. The grey clad man rested on the ground, blood dripping out out the wound in his side.
From behind the clearing became a rustle and a figure of another man arose from the bushes.
"Ahhh Mr. patterson, it is a pleasure" said the servent in French accent. Patterson stood up and cleaned himself with the back of his hand. "You are ?" he asked.
"Please call me jack, it is not my name but then it is not wise to use your real name in wartime is it now?"
"You are good with your knife" said patterson looking at the body as he dragged it away.
" yes very good, if you want something cut then i'm your man. The staff car should arrive hear shortly, they don't know who they are picking up so you should be alright. I've have three cases with me. One has a browning automatic rifle, the second a collection of small arms and the third is our little friend!"
Patterson nodded not understanding what jack meant by our little friend meant, he knew there job was to blow up the local airfields ammo dump so the bombers could find it against the night sky. But what was there friend. He though to himself best not to ask questions the french can be odd how they describe thing but they usally do a good job.
From around the corner come a pair of bright headlights. The car skidded to halt. The window was wound down
"quickly the resistance base is not to far away from hear" said the driver with a paniced look on his face.
Paterson got in the car and jack loaded the bags into the boot.
The ride to the air base was bumpy the car seemed to have difficulty driving up the hill but it managed it in the end.Pattersons felt nervous he hated been undercover the smallest mistake could cost everything.
The passengers stepped out on to the tarmac of the airfield a cold wind was blowing. Jack only took two cases out of the car and left the third. He told the driver to wait over there and he pointed to a row of buildings where two tanks and other staff cars were parked.
The commander of the airfield ran ou tto meet him. They gave each other the right handed salute.
"you are hear to see that the base is meeting the target set by the captain, yes?"
"Yes"
"Please follow me"
The the head of the airbase, patterson and jack walked down the steps of the commanders private bunker.
"hear are the plans for the base"
"right"
Paterson had to try and keep an interest in what was happening to appear real. After about half an hour of talking, From outside came tthe sound an air raid.
"stay here, you'll be s..." jack had thrown his knife at him and he slumped forward on his desk.
"quickly outside" When they stepped outside they could see it hadn't been a bomb been dropped it had been the last package in the car. From the other side of the compound a car smashed through the gates and screech to halt next to jack. Jack pulled patterson in with him and they sped of in to the night. Looking behind him patterson could see the fire caused by the bomb.
"see our little friend did the job"
There was not a sound to be heard except the rustling of the trees and the hooting of a distant owl. Then without warning there was a thud and a short moan. The grey clad man rested on the ground, blood dripping out out the wound in his side.
From behind the clearing became a rustle and a figure of another man arose from the bushes.
"Ahhh Mr. patterson, it is a pleasure" said the servent in French accent. Patterson stood up and cleaned himself with the back of his hand. "You are ?" he asked.
"Please call me jack, it is not my name but then it is not wise to use your real name in wartime is it now?"
"You are good with your knife" said patterson looking at the body as he dragged it away.
" yes very good, if you want something cut then i'm your man. The staff car should arrive hear shortly, they don't know who they are picking up so you should be alright. I've have three cases with me. One has a browning automatic rifle, the second a collection of small arms and the third is our little friend!"
Patterson nodded not understanding what jack meant by our little friend meant, he knew there job was to blow up the local airfields ammo dump so the bombers could find it against the night sky. But what was there friend. He though to himself best not to ask questions the french can be odd how they describe thing but they usally do a good job.
From around the corner come a pair of bright headlights. The car skidded to halt. The window was wound down
"quickly the resistance base is not to far away from hear" said the driver with a paniced look on his face.
Paterson got in the car and jack loaded the bags into the boot.
The ride to the air base was bumpy the car seemed to have difficulty driving up the hill but it managed it in the end.Pattersons felt nervous he hated been undercover the smallest mistake could cost everything.
The passengers stepped out on to the tarmac of the airfield a cold wind was blowing. Jack only took two cases out of the car and left the third. He told the driver to wait over there and he pointed to a row of buildings where two tanks and other staff cars were parked.
The commander of the airfield ran ou tto meet him. They gave each other the right handed salute.
"you are hear to see that the base is meeting the target set by the captain, yes?"
"Yes"
"Please follow me"
The the head of the airbase, patterson and jack walked down the steps of the commanders private bunker.
"hear are the plans for the base"
"right"
Paterson had to try and keep an interest in what was happening to appear real. After about half an hour of talking, From outside came tthe sound an air raid.
"stay here, you'll be s..." jack had thrown his knife at him and he slumped forward on his desk.
"quickly outside" When they stepped outside they could see it hadn't been a bomb been dropped it had been the last package in the car. From the other side of the compound a car smashed through the gates and screech to halt next to jack. Jack pulled patterson in with him and they sped of in to the night. Looking behind him patterson could see the fire caused by the bomb.
"see our little friend did the job"