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'Blue is the colour,
Football is the game,
We're all together,
And winning is our game!'
This chapter is longer. So you will enjoy it. And then you will review.
Alex woke up, the sky still dark and oppressive. He slipped out of his bunk and grabbed a small bag of clothes that had been left on his bunk. Mrs. Jones and left right after the meeting. That annoyed Alex slightly, as he had some questions he wanted answered. But he could wait. He hurried to the WC(1) and got showered and changed in under five minutes. At 0430 he was heading back to his bunk. Quickly he pulled out his book. Etched across in gold was three words. War and Peace.He smiled grimly, and flipped it casually in his hands. Then he tore off the back cover.
Four weeks previously a young woman hurried through the street. She was haphazardly pushing a stroller with one hand, and digging through her large bag. While attempting a zebra crossing. A young, newly minted MP saw her a rushed to help. He tapped her on the shoulder.
"Miss?"
She looked up, slightly annoyed and flustered. "What?"
"Do you need any help?"
A smile lit up her face, and the MP could not help thinking that she was attractive. Light brown hair framing brown laughing eyes. "Sure! Could you hold this?" She passed him a small envelope. By that time they had crossed the street safely.
He held it uncertnly in his hand for a second. "Do you just want me to hold it?"
She laughed. "No, silly. Just go drop it in the post box."
He turned and quickly walked toward the post box. He was about to drop it in when he saw it had no stamp. He glanced at the address.
10 Downing Street
He turned to over. A small sliver scorpion was stamped onto the back. With shaking hands he looked up. The young woman had disappeared. He rushed to the nearest government building he saw. A bank. He looked at the name. Need to remember that. The doors to the Royal and General swung shut behind him.
Alex walked into the sergent's office at 0449. He was early, but did not show any signs of discomfort. Alex stood at attention. There was nothing else he could do. He would have to wait for the sergent, and if the Sergent made him wait too long and become late, Alex would get the blame. On the other hand, if Alex moved with out being asked, he would get in trouble for being disrespectful. Not that he wouldn't mind. He just didn't want to see any extra "taxes" on his pay-check. It was about the pay after all.
In this case though, it was his ... freedom.
0455
The sergent barely spared Alex a glance.
"Yes?"
"I'm reporting...sir"
The sergent heard the pause. And he did not like it. "I see. What about cutting your mop?"
"I could not do that ... sir."
Again with the pause. For some reason that infurted the sergent more than loud men or rude superiors. It was, he saw it as, blatent disrespect. Disrespect he would not stand for.
"So? Do you expect me to do it for you?"
"No ... sir"
"Go to the mess hall, then report to the gate. You have three munites."
"Thank you." The assanin was out the door.
Alex ran as fast as he dared to the mess hall.
180 seconds. He clicked on the clippers, conveniently left on a table. What should he do? He had no idea how to clip hair, much less on his own head.
160 seconds. He settled on the fastest and simplest. That would work. He quickly started.
123 seconds. Alex quickly shut off the clippers and ran out of the mess hall. The soldiers were heading there now.
95 seconds. Alex ignored them. He sprinted across the parade ground, heading toward the gate.
86 seconds. He was blindsided. Or an attempted blindside. Quickly Alex stepped out of the way, and a man was sent sprawling.
74 seconds. Alex lept over the man. He had no time to deal with this!
60 seconds. He had one minute. He skidded to a halt in front of the gate.
54 seconds. The Sergent stormed forward. Alex tensed. What the hell?
40 seconds. The gate began to open. A nondescript car rolled through.
30 seconds. Half the parade ground was full of soldiers, stand aimlessly.
25 seconds. The doors automatically un-locked.
20 seconds. Alex reached for the door and opened it.
10 seconds. A blast of cool air hit him in the face.
5 seconds. Alex was sitting back in the seat. Door closed, buckle on.
Mrs. Jones looked at him. She glanced at her wach.
"Well. You did cut that close."
The car pulled out.
(1) WC= Water Closet, bathroom, tylet
Lady Voldmort won. most of you didn't count the author's note. (Here is an approate Scorpia cookie. (Sorry, it's the only "bad guy" cookie I had around. Never was a HP fan))