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McCloud
"So how do you like our little slice of heaven here?"
I lit her cigarette like a tourist that couldn't believe his luck that this foreign beauty would actual speak to him. A little fumbled fingered, not quite polished, more Jimmy Stewart, than Gary Copper. As if he was acting out a movie role he had once seen.
"A lot better than when I was, shall we say, a guest of the German Army."
Years ago in training the old Sargent Major had told us use the "K.I.S.S." principle, keep it simple stupid, for our covers, less chance of making a mistake. So for the second time this evening I spun the tail of the returning POW. Complete with the ending up in Svastapole.
If I was right, and I was sure that I was. This Russian beauty might be caught by surprise. I would soon see.
I was still playing for time. I only hope Natia had gotten away. Playing the role of Martyr, was not in my job description.
Her watchdog was still by the door. "What's your name?" "Mine's Bill McCloud from Halifax, Nova Scotia." "Canada."
I thought to myself, Bill what have you gotten yourself into this time?
"So how do you like our little slice of heaven here?"
I lit her cigarette like a tourist that couldn't believe his luck that this foreign beauty would actual speak to him. A little fumbled fingered, not quite polished, more Jimmy Stewart, than Gary Copper. As if he was acting out a movie role he had once seen.
"A lot better than when I was, shall we say, a guest of the German Army."
Years ago in training the old Sargent Major had told us use the "K.I.S.S." principle, keep it simple stupid, for our covers, less chance of making a mistake. So for the second time this evening I spun the tail of the returning POW. Complete with the ending up in Svastapole.
If I was right, and I was sure that I was. This Russian beauty might be caught by surprise. I would soon see.
I was still playing for time. I only hope Natia had gotten away. Playing the role of Martyr, was not in my job description.
Her watchdog was still by the door. "What's your name?" "Mine's Bill McCloud from Halifax, Nova Scotia." "Canada."
I thought to myself, Bill what have you gotten yourself into this time?
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Swashbuckler
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Hinkle
The overly helpful direction giver had lost interest in me as I watched the adolecent banter between the Russian and McCloud. I felt frustration building in my viens like coagulated venom. This was intollerable! His assistant was lost to me, and now this Russian wants to play games with this Canadien buffon. It must come from the Russian winters, it freezes thier blood into courses of inaction. Right now every second that we fool with this idiot here, where we, no I, can not unleash more interesting ways of eliciting information than watered beer and batting eyes we lose ground on his mission. It is hard to determine who is harvesting more of my rage, the Russian for ineffectiveness, or the capitolist for his playing us like fools here. It would pleasant to squeeze both of their heads in a vice until their eyeballs explode. I think to myself as my fists clench in reflex to my agitation.
The overly helpful direction giver had lost interest in me as I watched the adolecent banter between the Russian and McCloud. I felt frustration building in my viens like coagulated venom. This was intollerable! His assistant was lost to me, and now this Russian wants to play games with this Canadien buffon. It must come from the Russian winters, it freezes thier blood into courses of inaction. Right now every second that we fool with this idiot here, where we, no I, can not unleash more interesting ways of eliciting information than watered beer and batting eyes we lose ground on his mission. It is hard to determine who is harvesting more of my rage, the Russian for ineffectiveness, or the capitolist for his playing us like fools here. It would pleasant to squeeze both of their heads in a vice until their eyeballs explode. I think to myself as my fists clench in reflex to my agitation.
