“When is D-Day, guv?”
Spaghetti asked.
“I need a couple of days in
Luton to get a few things sorted. Then we’ll get into it. We are not going to
let the Russkies swan around Poplar much longer. I tell you, Spaghetti, if this
fails, I’ll drop them as they walk into our patch. I won’t have the bastards
interfering with us anymore.”
Spaghetti shivered involuntarily,
he had rarely seen Sowerbutt so angry.
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