THIRTY-THREE
‘You cannot be serious?’ a squawky voice on the phone said, and Father Mike and Mandy looked at each other in poorly disguised mirth.
‘Listen, Top g*n, all we are asking is for you to drop into the Marine barracks, they will give you a couple of bombs and you drop them into the fort courtyard, trying not to hit Cisco on the head of course; easy peasy Japanesey,’ Mandy said, quite reasonably, looking at Mike, responding to his priestly chuckle.
‘You could be Jack, you know that Mandy.’
‘Yeah, God help me,’ she said, despairingly.
‘He will Mandy, you have a papal blessing!’
So Mike cleared that one up. Mandy looked at Father Mike and grimaced, that showed the feckin’ priest, and she went back onto the blower to browbeat Top g*n again. ‘Top g*n, we need a really good helico
