Wilco- Lone Wolf 15 by Geoff Wolak

Author:Geoff Wolak [Wolak, Geoff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

In Virginia, a US Senator lowered his shotgun, popped the lock and pulled out the spent cartridges.

‘Pull,’ could be heard nearby.

From his beige utility waistcoat he pulled two fresh cartridges.

An aide approached. ‘Sir, something on Reuters.’ The aid read the British Government’s press release about the oil.

Snapping shut the breech, the senator smiled widely. ‘Someone over there’s a pragmatist.’

In the morning I found the van moved, the Scorpion still there as I wandered up to the gate house. The grass was cut in furrows, but I didn’t care about the grass. The MPs had a copy of The Sun, and now everyone knew we had tanks.

The MP Captain stepped in with his bags, and a nifty suntan.

‘Where you been?’ I asked. ‘You missed all the action.’

‘I got a tip off from the terrorists, sir, said to take a holiday, so I did.’

‘Where’d you go?’ I asked.

‘Family went to Croatia, lovely place, not too many Brits there causing trouble.’

‘Your wife..?’ I posed

‘I won’t be introducing you, sir, she’ll divorce me and marry you. She likes bad boys.’

‘Are you a bad boy?’ I teased.

‘I came through the ranks, and yes – I met her after I punched out four men. She was impressed.’

I pulled a face. ‘Some women like that I guess. See Rocko, see what’s changed, starting with the tanks. Oh, and we’re trying to get your access road idea off the ground.’

At 9am trucks arrived, always a worry these days, but they contained the special green fencing with slats, the workers to install it along the north fence, which was currently three feet high and only good to keep the sheep out. Since sheep were chased off often, it wasn’t even good for that.

Those trucks were followed by more trucks, these with sandbags in, empty sandbags, a follow-on truck containing large plastic bags of sand. Someone would be keeping fit filling the bags.

At noon a visitor arrived, unannounced, but since she was sexy “she” no one shot at her. And since she asked to see ‘Arsehole Wilco’ they let her in under escort with smirks on faces, her car parked well away from anything and searched, the lady walking up to the hangar.

‘That is her,’ Sasha noted from behind me. ‘From Polchok’s operation.’

‘Ah…’ I let out.

‘She scrubbers-up well.’

I turned my head. ‘She scrubs-up well,’ I corrected him.

She drew closer, a sexy walk, a good fit figure, and she was a good looking lady, Italian in appearance.

‘You are recovered,’ Sasha noted.

‘No thanks to you idiots.’

‘A simple thank-you would have done,’ I told her.

‘You screwed up our operation!’

‘Bollocks,’ I carefully mouthed, surprising her. ‘Come inside before someone sees you and thinks we ordered a stripagram.’

‘What is a stripagram?’ came from behind me as I led her into the hangar and to the stairs, the MP eyeing her. I led her up the stairs, but I went first.

‘Don’t ladies go first?’ came from behind.

‘Know any ladies?’ I shot back.

Inside, I led her to the common room, two Intel Captains sat having a break. I made myself a tea.

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