Desperate Journey Page #8

The finest, most expensive meal

in the history of the world.

- Champagne. Buckets of it.

- Yeah. White bread with butter on it.

Lots of butter.

I know a little girl in London.

She's got a sister.

I know a little steak in London

with French-fried onions.

I'll swap you the sister for the onions.

You've got a deal, partner.

Hey, look. Is that the gasoline truck?

Yeah.

Uh-oh.

That's it, boys. Can't wait for them

to fix that field. Come on.

The work here cannot last very long.

No, captain.

In one hour everything will be done.

Well, here goes. Good luck.

Fill up these two holes here first.

No, there. A little further there. Yes.

The weather is pretty favorable today.

Yes, I have not yet flown

an American plane...

...but that won't make any difficulty

for us.

- Hey. What do you want there?

Hey, stop!

- Halt.

Halt.

What's that?

There they are. Shoot them down.

Spread out.

- Take over the guns, Johnny.

Okay.

Messy, but lucky.

Bad enough to put him in a hospital...

...and light enough

to make him dangerous for the nurses.

- Hey, how's for swinging south, Terry?

- Huh? South?

Give them back their demo bomb

in the harbor at Vlissingen.

Terry, no detours now.

He's right, Johnny. No detours.

You can dump that bomb

when we get over the Channel.

Okay.

See if you can get England

on the wireless, will you?

Lockheed Hudson GK calling 83 Control.

- Mr. O'Connor, sir.

- Yes?

Aircraft calling on our waveband.

- Not one of ours?

- No.

Have him identify himself.

Control calling Hudson GK.

Lockheed Hudson GK calling 83 Control.

- Are you receiving me?

- You are coming in very weak.

Please, identify yourself.

Please, identify yourself. Over.

Flight Lieutenant Forbes, Flying Officer

Forrest, Flying Officer John Hammond.

Returning in recaptured Lockheed Hudson

with markings GK. Over. Over.

- Hold him. Group Captain Coswick, sir?

Yes? What is it?

We're getting a report from someone

who claims to be Terry Forbes.

- Forbes?

- Hammond's with him...

...in a recaptured Hudson.

- I'd given him up.

Where are they?

Giving his position now.

Put it on the amplifier.

Can now see Channel ahead of us.

- That's Forbes.

Give me the microphone.

Estimate we'll be over

North Bank Lightship at 1625 hours...

...height 5,000 feet.

Better have an ambulance standing by, sir.

Forrest caught a nicko.

And will you have two steaks ready,

please, medium rare?

Oh, yes. Flying Officer Hammond

would like the waitress well done.

Operator, switch me over.

Forbes, this is the CO speaking.

Yes, sir?

Hey, Johnny? Just a moment, sir.

Johnny?

- Did you let that bomb go?

- Yeah, I must be out of practice.

- I missed the Channel.

- What?

I dropped it right on

that battery of big guns...

...that's been placed at Dover. Sorry.

Excuse the interruption, sir.

That's right, sir. Flight Lieutenant Forbes,

Flying Officer Forrest...

...Flying Officer Hammond of Fortress

D for Danny, mission completed.

Terry. Jed.

- England.

Yeah.

Now for Australia

and a crack at those Japs.

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