Chapter Fifty Eight – Reconnaissance
Kermit led the team to the old, abandoned barn, that would serve as their make shift base for the operation. The sun was starting to rise up on the horizon, casting shadows across the Nottinghamshire landscape, the sky was red in colour, and the old saying of “Red sky in a morning sailors warning” echoed in his mind. He was not superstitious at all, but knew how to read the weather, and today it would end up being a cold wet miserable day already feeling the dampness in the air as clouds formed in the sky above.
They made up a makeshift head quarters in the barn, then Tank got out his hexi stove and boiled some water in a mess tin to make a hot drink for each of the team.
“listen in,” Kermit began his operational briefing
“Woof, Cigs, if you
