I got this idea while watching a program about the SAS...weird, but I hope you like it! :)
Btw, Edward Rider is Alex's great grandfather and this is a story about how the Riders first entered the world of Espionage.
Disclaimer: Yes! I finally own a Rider (Edward) though he is just a figment of my imagination.
Summary: 1941: 2 years after World War II begins a young RAF pilot, Edward Rider, gets mixed in the world of Espionage, with no family to turn to he welcomes it with open arms. That all changes when he meets a young lady...
It had been two years exactly. Two years since Hitler declared war on the whole world. Everyone, at this point, was panicking. Hoping that this war would be a short one. Though there was one young man that a completely different opinion. War was war, there was no point in wishing because it would never go away. The soldiers would fight, many would die, after shocks would be devastating and to top it all off it would be printed in every history book. War never went away. This young man was Edward Rider. He quietly sipped his tea while reading a newspaper in the living room of his modest 2 bedroom house in a good part of London.
The 21 year old had just come back from an RAF base in Hereford for a 2 week leave. He was a flight lieutenant and joined the RAF nine months after his fifteenth birthday. His messy blonde hair was, for once, perfectly combed and respectable though it was still too long and covered his forehead. He clean shaved and his blazing green eyes were rabidly scanning the newspaper and his mouth was slightly hanging open. The RAF had began Circus operations a few days ago- coordinated bombers and fighter attacks on targets in France. Six Blenheims , escorted by six/nine squadrons of Spitfires and Hurricanes attacking supply dumps south of Calais. The media criticized this move and thought that if operations like this continued then England would lose it's alliance with France. There were already stories circulating about how fed up people in France were getting.
Edward threw the newspaper against the wall in disgust and got back to his tea. The media, to him, were just a bunch of faceless cowards who could think of nothing more helpful to do when their country needed them most. Tears of anger dripped down his face.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Edward sighed and went to answer it. He was pleasantly surprised to see William, his oldest and best friend.
"Not today Will, I'm too tired" Edward said running a hand through his hair.
"No your not, we've got a party to go to..." The dark haired man said grinning.