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Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
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5.3 Disinformation
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The sound of bath water could be heard from where Jess was standing in the kitchen. It would take a bit for the tub to fill. She decided to quickly check her personal email. An email from her sister was waiting. She clicked on it, opening the screen to see a very short note.
I like Hil, but you should know what you're getting into with a SAS man. ;-)
The email included a link to a website: Little Known Facts About The SAS. Jess thought she knew most everything about Becker, but she was thorough. She clicked on the link and began reading. She didn't even notice the sound of the faucet being turned off. Becker entered the living room in time to hear her.
"What? No! No!" exclaimed Jess as she continued reading. "This can't be right."
"Jess, what are you reading?" asked Becker.
He stepped up close behind her and put his hands on her hips. He leaned down close, resting his chin on her shoulder as she showed him the website. Becker's hazel eyes lit up with amusement.
"And forty-nine… is just… just… totally wrong," Jess said flushing with embarrassment.
Becker chuckled.
"Jess," he said "that's not an official website."
"What do you mean?"
"Consider the source," suggested Becker.
Jess looked at the website banner again. Welcome to the British Army Rumour Service (ARRSE).
"Some of us like our privacy, and disinformation sometimes helps," added Becker. "I posted number forty-nine myself."