Chapter 3: Miss Fosters' art work
We set up our base camp out of the edge of town, just off an Industrial Estate. At first glance you wouldn't have set up base here. The Estate was used as a Soviet Supply depot, the supplies that were dropped at the school were stashed here, before being sent to anywhere that requested them.
It wasn't far from the school, thus the reason we got there pretty soon after our little fire fight. We spent the early hours of the night discussing our next move.
It was brought up that we should get supplies and, contrary to Sock's suggestion I wasn't going to allow a raid on a heavily defended Soviet supply depot or stealing from shop's. We weren't going to turn people against us.
We pooled the cash together and came up with £120. Mainly thanks to Mr. Butterspread. He said he'd spend tomorrow walking to the nearest cash machine and withdrawing some funds for when we needed them.
The last thing discussed was the release of Miss Fry. This was for two reasons, because she might give our names away, Which was Sock's view on it and because the rest of us didn't want to leave her with the Soviets. The only problem was….how?
Sock suggested a full on assault on the school building. The rest of us agreed that with 6 people, that was suicide. Joe suggested ambushing her transport, the only problem was, we didn't know when it was coming or where it was going. In the end up we went with Leon's plan.
Send two of us in, armed only with side arms and find and release Miss Fry. It was a good plan, the best we had anyway. Leon and myself volunteered to go.
It was decided, just before sleep, that no one should travel alone. In the morning Joe and Sock were to go and get the supplies, while Leon and I set off to release Miss Fry. When Joe and Sock returned to camp, Hannah and Mr. Butterspread would go for the funds. This way, the camp was never empty and no one travelled alone.
After that we all got some rest.
In the morning, early, as Leon and I had to be back at school by 8:30 so it appeared we were attending again, I woke up, the sun in my eyes.
"Oh god! Its morning already!" I moaned.
"Yup, now quit your bitchin and get up." Leon said, he was sat up in the tall grass, waiting for me. Hannah had already given him her Pistol, he was sat, tilting it around.
I got up and unbuckled my harness, my Sniper still in it. I took off my side arm belt and removed my Pistol, I left both equipment holders in the grass, Grenades and Sniper still in their places, next to my Assault Rifle.
Leon and I pocketed our Pistols and walked up to school. When I arrived I immediately began my inquiries. I asked as many students and teachers as possible where Miss Fry was, when there weren't red ears about of course. Unfortunately, none knew.
It was almost midday when I saw Mr. Bucksea, the deputy head. I asked him if he knew where Miss Fry was and he took me into his office.
"She's missing because of you and your rebel gang!" He whispered harshly.
"Look," I said frankly. "To be honest sir, I don't care what your opinion of our actions is….We did it and its over. We're trying to help Miss Fry. Now, are you gonna help, or not?"
"She's being held up on the top floor of the language department. There are two rooms up there, one is now a prison officer staff room and the other, the prison room."
"Thanks sir." I smiled.
I walked up to the art room on the top floor, it had a storage room that led to another art room. That came out in the "prison block". When I got there I saw Leon, arguing with a Soviet soldier at the door.
"Hey! Miss Fosters sent me to help you carry that art work down stairs." I shouted and walked over.
"See?." Leon smiled. "Told you I needed to get some work from the room." I said to the soldier.
"Fine! But I'm coming in with you."
"Whatever." I replied, scowling at him for ruining the plan.
However Leon and I seemed to stay on the same page, we split up around the edge of the room, pretending to look for the art work that didn't exist. We argued over it, saying that its was this piece, that piece, no wait is it this one.
The Sov kept looking at each of us when we spoke. He was getting pretty annoyed. I started working my way back towards him, still pointing at random paintings, claiming they were the one we were here for. When I was behind the Sov I spoke to Leon, I asked him if it was the one entitled 'Mother and Child'.
"No," He said, drawing the Sov's gaze to himself. " I think it was called 'Suck my balls you red bastard'."
As Leon said this I hit the Sov with my Pistol in the back of the head. He fell like a pile of brick. Leon and I moved through the storage room into the other art room. We sneaked over to the door and pulled it open as little as possible.
At the other end of the corridor, there was a Soviet, special service guy. They weren't no S.A.S, they were basically just Sov soldiers who'd kissed ass. He was stood right outside the prison room door, his Sub Machine Gun in hands.
"Damn it!" I whispered harshly.
"And we don't know how many are in the two rooms." Leon whispered back.
"Mother……." I stopped my sentence, why I censored myself at such a random time I do not know.
"Well? I'm out of ideas. You got a plan?"
"Do I ever have a plan?" I sighed.
"Just checking." Leon replied. Then a smirk came over his face.
"What?" I asked sharply. As though I knew his plan was good and hated him for it.
"Miss Fosters still needs that art work."