Gaining contacts and making money, things were going great. Nothing too dodgy, in fact big hotels never noticed , they had wastage and ullage budgets anyway so their business wasn't harmed. Joe had now left his employment just in case he got caught.Nancy had left for a bigger hotel. He knew she was never going to be longterm. He did dream of a secure home but not yet. Before leaving he managed to obtain boxes of pens, soaps, towels, ashtrays,you name it. He had got various contacts through the switchboard too.
One of those contacts informed him and his mates of a plane coming in with cigarettes on that night. To get away with taking some of this cargo they would have to dress up as RAF. Being the one who looked the part Joe got himself a Sergeants uniform. This plan had a problem though. London had many gangs, some rather nasty and one of these had heard of this little scheme and wanted in. Not backing down the evening ended in a big fight and police arriving.A good boxer he had nonetheless suffered some kicking.
Licking his wounds back at his digs Joe decided he'd had enough , he didn't want to look over his shoulder all his life, he didn't want to be a criminal. He packed his case and went off to the train station. The first train that arrived was going to Walmington On Sea. That will do he said to himself
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Joe Walker Journey to Walmington
FanfictionA little back story bringing ever popular Dads Army character to his place in the Platoon
