johngardner.winloseordie-第9节
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hat。 Now； if you're certain about the missile … and I'm not …what did you e to talk about'？'
Bond started at the beginning … the Sidewinder doing its best to blow him out of the sky。 then； without a pause he went on with the story of First Officer Clover Pennington。 'She says there are fifteen Wrens slated for attachment in invincible； says it's mon knowledge； just as she says it's mon knowledge that I'm going to be there as well。 I felt it vital that I talk directly to you。 sir。 This is a security matter； and 1 don't like details being known to all and sundry。 Particularly as you were so adamant that we kept to strict field rules； and 1 was to operate under deep cover。 If a Wren First Officer's blabbing about it； how do we know these BAST people haven't got everything already？ Knowledge lhat the three admirals are going to be in Invincible； knowing I'm their Nanny； responsible for their safety？ Damn it。 sir。 they can take me out any time they want。 For all we know that Sidewinder was an attempt lo remove me。'
M remained silent for a full minute； then cleared his throat。 'The best thing would be lo remove young First Officer Pennington from the draft。' he growled。 'But； if she's not on the side of the angels； it might be best to leave her in play； where you can keep an eye on her。 It's all very interesting though； especially in view of this。' He opened a plain buff tile and carefully removed two stapled pages； handing them over to Bond。
They were a standard maintenance form； dated the previous day and referring to a detailed examination of the Harrier in which he had fiown on the day of the missile incident。 Bond's eyes moved down the pages； taking in the technical detail as he went。 Most of it referred to a pair of faulty transponders； part of the internal warning system。 The summary and conclusion were written in a neat hand towards the bottom of the second page…
'Nice to know who's on your side； sir。 I can assure you there was no transponder failure。 That was a missile； and First Officer Pennington seems to be doing her best to play it down。 To cover her own pretty little backside do you think； sir？'
M grunted； took back the report then looked at Bond with his unflinching damnably clear grey eyes。 'You are absolutely； one hundred per cent certain。 007。'
〃Stake my life on it。 sir。'
M nodded 'In the circumstances； while it would appear to be normal security to have this young woman removed from the draft going to invincible； I prefer to leave things as they are。 At least you're alerted。〃
A tap at the door brought Davison in to announce that luncheon was served。 'Nothing much； even for a Sunday。〃 M pulled himself from his chair。 'Kind of thing you like though； （H）7。 Cold roast beef； new potatoes and a little salad。 That do you？'
'Make a change from wardroom food； sir。'
'I'll be bound；' M gave an imitation which came as near to a laugh as you would ever get from him。 'Good for you。 Gel all the more unpleasant chemicals out of your bloodstream。 Those chi…chi meals you're always eating'll be the death of you yet。'
Mrs Davison assisted her husband to serve the modest meal which was very much to Bond's taste … particularly the horseradish sauce； rough…cul and made by Mrs Davison herself。 'Calculated to clear the sinuses。〃 M mented。 'Can't do with that namby…pamby creamed stuff they're always serving ihese days。 Sans taste； sans bite； sans everything horseradish should be。〃
When they were alone once more。 Bond slowly introduced the question that had been most on his mind … 'Might I know； sir； exactly why we have to put up with fifteen Wrens in Invincible'！ I'm only as superstitious as the next sailor； so I personally think of it as bad luck … women on a naval vessel。〃
'Not simply superstitious； but a solid male chauvinist pig； I'd say。 Bond … whatever male chauvinist pig means； dratted bad use of language if you ask me。 But you've asked me something more tricky。 Something you shouldn't even know； and I'm not sure if this is the right time to tell you。 I was going to do it before you went on draft to Invincible； of course。〃 He helped himself to more of the beef and a large spoonful of the horseradish。 'My story was going to be that the Russkies're bringing at least one female Naval Attache with them。 But one Russian woman does not equal fifteen Wrens； does it？〃
〃Hardly〃 Bond followed his Chiefs lead and took some more beef。
'Then here goes； 007。 and remember； this really is high security stuff； classified possibly as nothing has ever been classified before … not in time of peace anyway〃
He talked for over half an hour； and Bond's initial surprise at what M said； turned into a whole world of churning worries which were to haunt him for many weeks to e。
At six o'clock that evening； James Bond made the return journey to the RNAS at Yeovilton； via a small car…changing charade in Cheddar。 Now he knew the entire enterprise and could see that the covert action which appeared to be in motion via BAST had pushed him into one of the most difficult and dangerous assignments he had ever been forced to undertake。
While Bond and M were meeting in the house near Windsor Great Park； another fortuitous meeting was taking place in Plymouth。 A Petty Officer Engineer； on twenty…four…hour leave； spent the lunchtime in an unfamiliar public house。 It was Sunday and drinking men often go over the limit during a normal pre…lunch session； but this particular man only took his usual number of pints。 When it was lime （o leave； he was； if anything； only slightly 'merry'； full of good cheer； and not given to making an exhibition of himself。
He had also made two new friends。
The Petty Officer did not live in Plymouth； but knew the city well； like many a sailor before him。 Plymouth on a Sunday can often be lonely for a sailor without a girl in port and this particular man's girl was his wife of fifteen years who lived in London because she had a good job there。 The new friends were a pair of civilians who started to make conversation with him at the bar of the pub。 One； called Harry； was the representative for a firm that provided some essential ponents for turbines； so he had something in mon with the Petty Officer； the other。 Bill； was also a rep … for a pany that specialised in fibre optics。 Harry and Bill were old friends； for they often met at the same hote｜ when work brought them to Plymouth。
The Petty Officer was glad of their pany； and found the conversation； mainly of wine； women and ships； exceptionally stimulating。 So much so that he invited the two men to have a bite to eat with him。 'After that； me old mates。 I'm going to find a good…looking young pusher。' Freely translated a 〃pusher〃 had nothing to do with drugs。 The term was old Navy for girl； usually one of easy virtue and who did most things for money。 Professional or amateur。
'Now； there we can really help you；' said Harry。 'Bill and me； we stay here often。 And guess what our hobby is？'
They lunched well； their conversation rarely straying from matters below the navel。 'What'd your wife say if she ever caught you at it？' Bill asked the Petty Officer。
'Give me bloody 'ell。 She'd set her brothers on me。 that's for sure； and they're big bastards。'
They took him to a small private club where they both had membership。 There； the Petty Officer was shown a series of young girls； all of whom were highly desirable。 So much so that the PO mented on the fact that he had never seen 'pushers' like that in clubs or on the streets of Plymouth in the whole of his life。
'That's because you don't know the right places to go；' Harry said with a smile。 'Take your pick； 〃Blaekie〃。 Any one of them … … …'
'Or more if you're feeling greedy。 This is on us； mate。' Bill laughed。
The Petty Officer chose a blonde who looked about sixteen； but had the credentials of someone far more experienced than any teenager。
The cameras were hidden behind a pair of two…way mirrors； often used in this particular establishment。 The PO spent nearly two hours with the girl and left； as he said； 'suitably impressed'。
Harry and Bill invited him to dinner at their hotel。 Over dinner they all planned to spend the following Sunday together。 Then the conversation turned to the big Naval turbine engines； on which the Petty Officer was an expert。
6
The Christmas Horse
The phrase 'health depends on strength' was picked up once more by the listening…posts towards the end of November。 The puters lucked on and the Iranscript was on M's desk within twenty…four hours。
Again it was Bassam Baradj and Abou Hamarik who spoke。
'Surely you don't think this naval man。 Bond； will be any threat to an operation as plex as ours？' Baradj said。
'I like to be sure of my enemies。' Hamarik's voice was almost a whisper。 'Bond isn't merely a simple officer of the Royal Navy： not that （here are any simple Royal Naval officers。 This man has a curious and impressive record； and my informants tell me he is to be drafted to the ship as a special liaison officer。〃
〃Head of a select bodyguard section？'
'Possibly。〃
'And you thought he was enough of a threat to warrant removing； even in the midst of something vital to the final plan？〃
'I saw it as a military opportunit
