The Army Field Guide To

by Hugger-Of-Trees

A collection of drabbles related to the lighter and more fumble-y side of army life. Femslash warning: Polly/Mal containing an explosion of humorous innuendo with associated non-explicit adult themes .

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Excerpts from 'The Army Field Guide… (A to Z)'

Summary: Amongst the Officers of the Very Distinguished Borogravian Army a battered volume can be found stuffed ready to hand in the top of packs, or folded into greatcoat pockets. It has proved invaluable in any number of scenarios, providing advice and occasionally life-saving manoeuvres when faced with an enemy of intelligence. This is not that slightly foxed tome. This is something completely different.

Disclaimer: Terry Pratchett owns the characters and the world they live on. Author is grateful for all the brilliant books and makes no claim of ownership in any way.

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The Army Field Guide to Clandestine Operations: (100 words.)

"Mal?"

"Shhh!"

Expressive eyes above the hand clamped over her mouth screamed that Polly was willing to keep silent if, please god, Mal would only return to the task in hand.

Two figures frozen in the shadows, rusty metal of the storage container cold against Polly's back, Mal straining to locate the sound that had interrupted the quiet of the isolated dock.

"New heartbeat." Her whisper caressing Polly's neck. "Think it's our guy."

A rueful smile and she was gone, leaving Polly slumped trembling against the wall. Gathering herself together, Polly cursed surveillance ops, drew her sword and gave chase.

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