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guys ate good?” he asked.
“ Like fucking Kings,” said Riley, kicking back in her chair.
“Like fucking Kings.”
“ Glad to hear it.” The Colonel put his pen down and sat back.
“What happens now?”
“ Miller?” asked Riley.
“ I read the letters...” I began.
“ And?” interrupted the Colonel.
“ I agree, they're looking for something down in that bunker,
whichever one they're in.”
“ There's more than one?” asked Riley.
“ Yes, there's plenty dotted around England. We need to find
out which one - we can't search them all and they won't be
detectable by satellite.”
“ I can see about maps,” said the Colonel. “Though I don't know
how helpful our Intel might be to you.”
“ I'll take what I can get,” I replied. “I may have some other
bits of information at home, maybe from Dad's books.”
“ If anyone knew about those bunkers, your Dad did.”
“ Did he ever mention them?” I asked. “Did he ever need to go
down into one?”
“ I wasn't always in charge of that side of things,” said the
Colonel. “But I don't remember him ever having to. We sure as hell
didn't send him.”
“ The other thing I learned is that the girl's family don't
have a clue about where she is. They think she's in some college or
something when in fact she's here, digging for lost
treasure.”
“ You think that's why they're here? Loot?” asked Riley. I
shook my head.
“ Not loot in that sense - a find, a thing of importance that
they think might help mankind or line their pockets. Whatever it is
they don't want the NSU to find out about it.”
“ I agree with that one,” said the Colonel.
“ That leads me to another point - the girl is
Russian.”
The office went silent until Riley let out a long whistle and
laughed. “He's been banging a fucking NSU slut!” she said. “How did
I miss that?”
“ How do you know?” asked the Colonel, suddenly sitting
forward, all signs of fatigue quickly fading.
“ It's the language, the construction of the sentences. The
English is good - very good, but it isn't her first language. She
tries too hard and it shows.”
“ You speak Russian?” asked Riley.
“ A little,” I lied. My Dad, besides passing on his skills to
me as best he could, also saw the future. Not in some mystical way,
but he had a knack for reading the news, for seeing between the
lines and he predicted the rise of the NSU long before it happened.
Between lessons in English, Geography and bush craft, he often gave
me long discourses on Russian and had me translate books he had in
many different Russian dialects. Again, like some prophet of old,
he'd been on the pulse when the NSU finally rolled its tanks across
most of Europe.
“ This changes things,” said the Colonel.
“ No shit,” said Riley. “This girl is fucking Alex and selling
him down the river.”
“ What do you think, Miller?”
“ I don't know,” I said. “It could be either and I can't tell
from the letters. The fact that her parents know nothing about
this...”
“ Or so she says,” spat Riley.
“ It would go in her favour if it were true. They're both in
this to profit by it and hope no one finds out. On the other hand,
Riley could be right too - it could just be a ploy to win his trust
before stabbing him in the back. Either way, with all due respect,
we need to be moving on this.”
“ I agree,” said the Colonel. “I need you to locate this bunker
and secure it as soon as possible. If she does blab to the NSU,
chances are they'll invade and take control of the
country.”
“ And there won't be anyone to stop them,” I said. “You boys
will be back home.”
“ Believe me, I'd rather be here. The way these reports come in
makes me think we aren't far from the end ourselves. Maybe the NSU
are the only ones who'll come out of this on top.”
“ Maybe,” I said. “You might be right there.”
“ I hope I'm not.” He stood and came from around the back of
his desk, his hand out
“ Like fucking Kings,” said Riley, kicking back in her chair.
“Like fucking Kings.”
“ Glad to hear it.” The Colonel put his pen down and sat back.
“What happens now?”
“ Miller?” asked Riley.
“ I read the letters...” I began.
“ And?” interrupted the Colonel.
“ I agree, they're looking for something down in that bunker,
whichever one they're in.”
“ There's more than one?” asked Riley.
“ Yes, there's plenty dotted around England. We need to find
out which one - we can't search them all and they won't be
detectable by satellite.”
“ I can see about maps,” said the Colonel. “Though I don't know
how helpful our Intel might be to you.”
“ I'll take what I can get,” I replied. “I may have some other
bits of information at home, maybe from Dad's books.”
“ If anyone knew about those bunkers, your Dad did.”
“ Did he ever mention them?” I asked. “Did he ever need to go
down into one?”
“ I wasn't always in charge of that side of things,” said the
Colonel. “But I don't remember him ever having to. We sure as hell
didn't send him.”
“ The other thing I learned is that the girl's family don't
have a clue about where she is. They think she's in some college or
something when in fact she's here, digging for lost
treasure.”
“ You think that's why they're here? Loot?” asked Riley. I
shook my head.
“ Not loot in that sense - a find, a thing of importance that
they think might help mankind or line their pockets. Whatever it is
they don't want the NSU to find out about it.”
“ I agree with that one,” said the Colonel.
“ That leads me to another point - the girl is
Russian.”
The office went silent until Riley let out a long whistle and
laughed. “He's been banging a fucking NSU slut!” she said. “How did
I miss that?”
“ How do you know?” asked the Colonel, suddenly sitting
forward, all signs of fatigue quickly fading.
“ It's the language, the construction of the sentences. The
English is good - very good, but it isn't her first language. She
tries too hard and it shows.”
“ You speak Russian?” asked Riley.
“ A little,” I lied. My Dad, besides passing on his skills to
me as best he could, also saw the future. Not in some mystical way,
but he had a knack for reading the news, for seeing between the
lines and he predicted the rise of the NSU long before it happened.
Between lessons in English, Geography and bush craft, he often gave
me long discourses on Russian and had me translate books he had in
many different Russian dialects. Again, like some prophet of old,
he'd been on the pulse when the NSU finally rolled its tanks across
most of Europe.
“ This changes things,” said the Colonel.
“ No shit,” said Riley. “This girl is fucking Alex and selling
him down the river.”
“ What do you think, Miller?”
“ I don't know,” I said. “It could be either and I can't tell
from the letters. The fact that her parents know nothing about
this...”
“ Or so she says,” spat Riley.
“ It would go in her favour if it were true. They're both in
this to profit by it and hope no one finds out. On the other hand,
Riley could be right too - it could just be a ploy to win his trust
before stabbing him in the back. Either way, with all due respect,
we need to be moving on this.”
“ I agree,” said the Colonel. “I need you to locate this bunker
and secure it as soon as possible. If she does blab to the NSU,
chances are they'll invade and take control of the
country.”
“ And there won't be anyone to stop them,” I said. “You boys
will be back home.”
“ Believe me, I'd rather be here. The way these reports come in
makes me think we aren't far from the end ourselves. Maybe the NSU
are the only ones who'll come out of this on top.”
“ Maybe,” I said. “You might be right there.”
“ I hope I'm not.” He stood and came from around the back of
his desk, his hand out
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