The Final Flight by James Blatch (fastest ebook reader .TXT) 📕

Like with you, Millie didn’t want to involve anyone else unnecessarily. I just waited for him.”

“Abingdon…” Rob said to himself.

“He was there for nearly three hours, from memory. We decided not to make any logbook entries, so I can’t be certain.”

“Did he have anything with him? A large bag, for instance?”

JR thought again. “Yes. Like a holdall.”

Rob sat back.

“I’d look through a list of units at Abingdon if I were you,” said JR. “He must have met with someone there?”

“We will, thank you.”

“We?”

Rob looked around the room and thought for a moment. JR was the picture of a trustworthy man. But he knew he couldn’t take any chances.

“I probably shouldn’t say too much. The same reason Millie didn’t involve you more than he had to. You’ve been very helpful. Can I buy you a drink?”

“No need. The bar’s about to shut. To be honest, Robert, if you’re helping a cause that’s close to Millie’s heart and it pulls the rug from under Kilton, I’m happy. He’s bad news.”

“It’s taken me a long time to see that.”

They stood up. JR shook his hand. “It’s not your fault, it’s the way the system works. But Robert...”

“Yes?”

“Tread carefully.”

Susie sat in her car, exactly where she said she would be, opposite the church in Amesbury. Rob could see the red glow of her cigarette as he approached.

He opened the back door and climbed in.

She looked around in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought it would be better?”

“Well, it looks odd. Get in the front.”

They both laughed.

“We’ll make a field agent out of you yet, Flight Lieutenant May. But there’s a way to go.”

Once he was in the passenger seat, she drove off.

“Too suspicious, sitting in a parked car in the middle of the night. So, what did you find out?”

“The Maintenance Unit helped him, but just once. Last Monday. The old boy I mentioned. JR. He took him on an unrecorded trip to RAF Abingdon. And he had a large bag.”

“Well done, Rob. Who did he meet?”

“They don’t know. It was pretty much an air-taxi service. They waited for around three hours and then took him back. JR suggested I look up a list of the units at Abingdon as a starting point.”

“And then what? We call them? That’s fraught with danger.”

“What else can we do?”

“Where’s RAF Abingdon?”

“It’s an old station near Oxford.”

They looked at each other.

“Oxford!” Susie said.

“A coincidence?”

“My organisation doesn’t believe in coincidences, Rob.”

“So, Millie drove there at the beginning of June and then flew in with a large holdall last Monday.”

“The tapes?”

Rob nodded. “Has to be. It was so clever of Millie. He flew the bloody things out. No-one searches us when we fly. Quite brilliant.”

Susie smiled.

“What’s funny?”

“My prodigy’s outstanding work.”

The car briefly mounted a verge and swerved back onto the Tarmac.

“Forget this. I can’t drive and talk.” She pulled over into the entrance to a field and parked the car completely off the road, masked by a break in the hedge.

“Let’s have a walk and work out our next move.”

She opened a five-bar gate and immediately recognised the field.

“Huh?”

“What?” Rob asked.

“Don’t you recognise it?”

Rob looked across toward the airfield double fence. Pieces of discarded tents lay on the ground, along with the odd piece of litter.

They began walking toward a circle of logs in the centre. “What exactly did you do here?” Rob asked.

“What you might imagine. Listening, mainly. The services get an instinct for groups that can threaten national security, and the first thing is knowledge. We need to know what’s going on. But, as you’re finding out, we don’t really intervene very much. It’s more a case of tipping off the local police, which is what happened here.”

The blackened remains of a bonfire sat in the centre of the log circle.

They sat down on the largest log.

“So, it was you who returned the Guiding Light material that was stolen?”

“Well, first I helped steal it, but then… Yes, I made sure it didn’t go very far.”

He laughed.

“It was wild. We cut the fence, scrambled across the airfield, and broke into the toilets. Took us a while to work out they were a dead end. It was a bit of a farce, but it was a pretty good job in the end, and well targeted. So, worth me being there.”

“Like special forces, behind enemy lines,” Rob said.

She lit a cigarette.

An eerie orange glow from the airfield lights softened her features and cast dim, elongated shadows along the ground.

“I’ve enjoyed it more than anything else I’ve done,” she said. “Mind you, this is only my second year.”

“At MI5?” Rob asked, still not sure she’d ever confirmed it.

“Yes, Robert. MI5. We tend to call it Box Five Hundred. Box for short, or the Security Service. They say MI5 in books and films, so we don’t use it.”

“Box Five Hundred?”

She shook her head. “Don’t ask me. I’ve no idea where it comes from. No doubt one of the boys I trained with would be happy to lecture me on it if I ever asked. But I’d rather be here in a field than sitting in a cramped office in Mayfair with them. Even if they do know every second of the Service’s history.”

“Why did they choose you to send out?”

Susie shrugged. “I’m a young girl who looks like she might be a hippie peace campaigner. That’s the sole reason. Still, it’s worked out well. I’m on to my second job now, thanks to you. Thanks to Millie, to be precise.” She looked around before stubbing out her cigarette. “Right, to business. We know Millie has a contact in the Abingdon area. If we find that person, we can learn whatever it was he found out. We may then have the evidence needed to blow the whistle.”

“I can get a list of units from an Air Force directory tomorrow.”

Susie shook her head. “No. We can’t just start calling and using Millie’s name. As soon as that gets back to Kilton, we put him onto the same trail. That would be a world of