Roger Neilson 3
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In which our hero discovers things HMNB Singapore 09:00 Hours Flashman had walked through the streets that seemed to have much greater bustle than normal everywhere - in some ways he wished he knew what all these ‘johnny foreigners’ were shouting about. He had elbowed his way through crowds and as he neared HQ those signs of troops marching to and fro gave definite sense that things were moving around. He recalled nothing seemed to be brewing last night. On arrival at HQ he settled himself down as was his normal manner at his desk he pulled a buff manila folder towards him, opened it and pretended to read it. This was his usual dummy work folder, used to convince passers by that he was engaged in serious efforts. Frantic activity continued around him, grim faced staff moved to and fro, distant orders were shouted. He sat and waited., wondering which ‘top brass’ were expected for some ‘junket’. The activities of the night began to take over Flashman’s eyes, they glazed over slowly no matter the noise around. He was woken suddenly by slammed folders on his desk and a loud exclamation ‘Flashman wherever you been? We sent for you at your billet last night and you were nowhere to be seen? What do you think about the situation? There’s so much to do… ‘ Captain Freddie Smithers-Bell stopped and looked at Flashman….. ‘ Flash, you don’t know do you? What were you up to last night? Behind the bluff exterior Flashmans mind – flashed. ‘Freddie, okay tell me what's been going on, I was on a special mission last night and not at home - need to know, eyes only old boy….’ ‘You know nothing nothing?’ Flashman waited,,,,, ‘ Well the yellow peril appear to have gone crazy and attacked us.’ ‘The Japs, never….’ ‘Yes, they have landed soem troops up country in Malaya and are surrounded and being sorted by our brave lads. They also sneakily attacked Manila - which has really really upset our colonial cousins. Reports are of some damage to the port and airfield but of many of their ships on fire and sinking…..’ Flashman tried to filter all of this, of old he knew Freddie tended to be an eternal optimist and beleived any old yarn….. ‘I say, its great isn’t it? Get us a campaign medal, all be over by Christmas, what ho….’ Freddie beamed in anticipation. Flashman nodded slowly, but said nothing……
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