The message arrived as they always do, delivered by an unseen person through the normal channels.
Successfully I fought off the rush of Teila the Terrier and secured the documents. Ensuring nobody else was about I proceeded to extract the contents from the plain white envelope and to commit the instructions to memory.
Date: 070911
Time: TBA
Where: SAL, Level 4
If instructions are not followed your operation may be cancelled.
This would be unacceptable, months of planning & preparation and previous aborted missions have culminated in operation Neck Dissection and nothing is going to get in the way of this critical op. INSTRUCTIONS WILL BE FOLLOWED.
In line with standard operational procedure I will call the secret number given to me, at the time specified, to confirm these details and in exchange I will be given the hour for the meet. Myself and the Doctor (that's what we call him) have done this before but never in September and never this Doctor - I know he will be calling the shots but I've worked with his sort before and they've always come through for me, so I trust him.
Where is it.........where the hell is it?
Ah it's been located................ the standard green bag in which to conceal the drugs. Critical to the op, things were in the balance there for a few seconds.
Remember to secure it with the uniform;
Dressing gown, black.... check.
Sandal type slippers, black.....check.
Underwear, black........check.
Sorted.
Not much I agree but we're used to surviving with just the basics, it's what we're trained for. We can go without food and drink for hours and then survive on meagre rations for days. It's what we do. It's what we must do in this ongoing fight against the unseen but highly dangerous Big C.
The pidgeon has landed and I'm going in. Wish me luck.
