FORTY-NINE
‘Routine? Bollocks, I’ve had a call from Kipper, and the explosives are on the feckin’ move, in a white transit van, he angrily replied. I’ll have the number for you shortly, but it’s heading for the Guildhall. Get a roadblock set-up, and check with command if they have an evacuation contingency. Hello? Christ’s f*****g t**s, I lost the signal. Mike you got your car?’
Mike nodded, ‘I’m supposed to keep you here.’ He was going to say more when they sensed a presence, it was Thingy.
‘Thingy darlin’, the Op’s about to go mammary’s up (Jack modified his language, speaking to a headmistress) and I’m going to have to Foxtrot Oscar. Get the Chief to make the closing speech after the tin legs sketch, tell him to say how it’s okay to laugh at yourself.’
She nodded and kissed him, on
