Change to Newkirk's POV
CHAPTER TWO -
1940 -
We had just had supper, and were heading back to our quarters.
"This is it, our last night together." Sam said.
"It's exciting if you ask me." Bill said, grinning. "The three of us, taking to the skies! Those Nazis are never gonna know what hit them!"
"Yeah. It's too bad we can't celebrate or anything before we go our separate ways." Sam commented.
I was walking a bit behind the two of them. I wouldn't admit it, but I was a bit sad to be saying goodbye to them. They had been my best mates during training, and now we were all being sent to different airbases in England. I looked up and noticed something.
"Hey, gents!" I said, stepping between the two of them to stop them from going any further.
"What?" Bill asked.
I nodded to the door up and to our left. It was Winston Churchill's room. And the door was open.
"That's ole Winnie's room." I grinned, devilishly. "And the door's open."
"So?" Sam asked. I looked at Bill. He was smiling. He already knew where I was headed with this.
"Wait a tick… you can't be serious!" Sam exclaimed, having caught on. "You two actually want to break into the Prime Minister's room!"
"Shhh!" I said. "You don't have to announce it to the whole ruddy world! And besides, it's not breaking in if the door was open! Let's go!"
Bill and I went quickly over to the door. Sam paused, but didn't want to be left out, so followed along.
The room smelled of cigars, and was obviously the nicest room on the ship. Our room was half the size, and ten men were sharing it!
I spotted a couple of bottles of scotch on the table and waltzed over to them. Sam offered to watch the door, which was probably a good idea.
"Do you know what would happen to us if we got caught, Peter?" He hissed from the doorway.
"No, actually. No bleeding idea." I laughed. "Now I say we relax, and have a drink or two, compliments of Prime Minister Churchill."
I opened the bottle, and Bill found a couple shot's glasses. I poured the alcohol and we clinked our glasses together and downed the drinks. Then a second one.
"This is good stuff." I said, looking at the label on the bottle
"Only the best for the Prime Minister." Bill said in a very posh accent. We couldn't stop giggling at this, and I poured us a third shot.
"Sure you don't want some, Sammy?" I asked. He shook his head.
"I'll have his." Bill offered. That finished off the first bottle. I was about to start in on the second, when Sam turned to us in horror.
"He's coming! Hide!" I dropped the bottle on the carpeted floor, and ran behind the bookcase. Sam hid under the bed and Bill ran into the closet.
A second later, Churchill entered the room. He was muttering to himself about something. He checked his shelves and his suitcase, and then walked over to the desk, and checked there, for whatever it was he was looking for. He paused when he noticed the empty bottle, and the full bottle of scotch on the floor.
He picked up the full bottle, and placed in atop of the desk once more. He glanced around the room. I felt my heart pounding, I thought for sure he was going to see me. But, he didn't. Instead he just shook his head, and turned and headed out of the room.
I heard him saying to some one in the hall, "I apologize, General. I seem to have misplaced it." Then he was gone.
After a moment, I came out from behind the bookcase.
"He's gone now, mates." I said. My voice was shaky, and I didn't bother trying to hide it.
Next thing I knew, Bill was trying to keep Sam from beating me up.
"You bloody twat!" He cried. "I ought to -"
"Save your fighting spirit for the Krauts, Sam. Let's just get out of here before he comes back!" I suggested.
Sam nodded, and we all started for the door. But right before I reached the door, I stopped, and quickly went to the desk and grabbed the full bottle of scotch.
"Okay, let's go." I said, hiding the bottle in my coat.
Sam rolled his eyes and Bill just grinned. We practically sprinted back to our quarters to finish off our celebration.
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