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1275psi -> RE: herbiesan vs Cantona!!! (7/24/2010 12:21:43 PM)
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29/4/44
47th continue yet another march across the shrinking empire
The men have have slept little, eaten even less - and it is before dawn when they climb wearily into the cockpits for todays transit.
Juni, Miyazuki are both about to leave the mess, when the secret police step into their paths.
two little men. Plain, non descript. The usual. As pure evil usually looks .
'A few words, if you don't mind"
Nakamura see's them from his cockpit -he can but grimace.
He slams his canopy shut, and throttles his engine to full whilst Juni gestures helplessly.
Eyes meet -and the messages are clear................
Juni bristles -how dare these little men get in their way.
"Actually, we do mind, little man, we have a flight to catch"
The answer is cold, and it too bristles with menace -a menace both parties know that can actually be backed up.
'Not today you don't -if you don't mind, the mess will do................"
The interview -if that is what you want to call it -meanders all over 47th's record of the war -its actions, its deployments.
Its losses
Its Miyazuki who catches on first - the topic turns to a certain dead pilot -a Iwaya, how was he viewed by everyone?
What did they know about his back ground?
Was it true that "he could get things?'
For a moment, Juni remembers all those bottles of scotch..............and then he finally notices the face on the little man -now very, very interested - "and what of Nakamura's relationship to the Iwaya family?"
And of course -this is not about mere bottles of scotch, and other 'begotton things' - this is about nakamura -and Iwaya -the traitor...............
And just what did these little barsteds really know?
What threat to the commander?
The little men finish, apparently pleased.
"You are free to go"
The two little men climb into a black car -and drive through the gates, in a cloud of dust
Juni, Miyazuki watch them go -an empty feeling in their bellies.
They don't know how, but somehow they KNOW they have implicated Nakamura -for Juni, its the same feeling he has at his chess games whever his opponent calls checkmate in three -and he can't, as usual, see it.
They have given up something that should not have been given up
What?
It does not matter -something dangerous .
But, this time, he can, truk it, will do some thing about it.
The great engine starts with a blast, and he savagedly jams the throttle forward -and its gear up almost the moment he clears the field.
He climbs hard, winging over, and heads north - and the black car comes into view almost at once.
This will need timing
Almost at once he see's it, the road takes a curve between two low hills - low jungle/brush to each side -and no cultivation, and no houses.
Or witnesses....................
For Juni, it is too easy.
A single swift pass -almost exhilirating down below the hill line, a single burst -and the little car disintergrates -plowing off the road in a cloud of dust, fire, smoke and blood.
If, when it is found -another T bolt victim.
Nakamura radio's them later that evening
'Yes, replies Juni -all is well - 6 planes down for the usual injector problems -no, the interview was nothing, about nothing, nothing to worry about.
No -just the usual problems -but we will see you tomorrow........
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