Culture (Sheffield X Reader)

Chapter 12 - Airstrike

Let's kick this with a twist.

Enjoy.

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March 29th XXXX. It was still cold that morning when I got the call. I was answering my telephone before dawn. I had an hour of sleep to go as I answered. I will remember the call for the rest of my life. 

"Hello?" Asked the Commander still opening up his eyes.

< Commander. General Wards. State of emergency. Location please. > He stated.

"The home Sir." Yawned Commander.

< Brilliant. I'll be at your office within two hours. Tea and breakfast early before we are to set out to sea. >

That opened his eyes wide. "Beg pardon!?"

< Big operation for the big capital. Top secret information. Classified. I cannot tell you the rest over the tele. >

"Bloody Hell..." His mouth hung open.

< Sir Hill and I will meet you there. Party of three alone please. The maids will have to knock before entering and one of us will open the door. >

"Allow me to get dressed."

I was nervous because of the war going on. I was promoted among the tail end of it. When in actuality, I knew something was going to cause a great stir. I was aware of my role in this great historic battle, but I never knew it would come to a meeting on this level of circumstances. We launched ships and brave men. Sent signals far and wide. And now what? The answer? A tactic to disregard the safety of the citizens of our enemy and overegg this pudding! Good show.

My first task of the morning after dressing myself was to ring the maids. They had an important morning to attend to. I was more worried about Sir Hill being the highest man in charge, and General Wards just happens to be an unpredictable man. Giving them guest treatment and a warning to the maids was important. Especially to Sheffield. She was the one I called.

On the other end there was a maid in her bedroom hearing the phone ring. It was interesting hearing a call coming in at such an hour. She scooted over to the edge of the bed and cleared her throat. 

"Hello? Maid service." Sheffield answered the phone.

< Sheffy. It's (FN). I just got a call about General Wards and Sir Hill being in my Captain's quarters for a very classified meeting. I need breakfast and tea served to them. I was just woken up moments ago myself. I apologize. >

"Sir? That important?" Asked Sheffield with a yawn. "Is everything quite alright?"

< Something tells me it isn't. At least for somebody. Can you and the girls make it? >

"You wee pratt. Of course we can. Now if you excuse me, I must now get dressed."

< Very well. I hope this goes well for the both of us. I don't know what I will he into. >

"Very good. Bye for now." Sheffield hung up the phone. "Wait a moment." The clicking of her recently new lover in an important meeting about war. She began to fear that he perhaps might be getting closer to the battlefield. "Gracious..."

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The few encounters with Sir Hill and General Wards were dinners, golf, a clubhouse, and those two men loved their brown ale and lager. This scenario was quite different. Any man that woke up an hour or so before dawn to talk about golf deserves an iron to the balls. His own! This was scary for all of them. And anyone that would have any idea of the classified operation.

Breakfast and tea was served to General, Commander, and Prime Minister Sir Hill. The maids left them to conduct business. If the maids knew anything, it could put them in danger. The less they knew the better. This high risk idea being proposed was wild.

Commander put down his tea. "So clearly this has been planned for months at the very least. Where do I come in this? I'm not giving the order of when to fly those plans and drop the destruction."

Sir Hill nodded. "We wanted to give you the rundown and we will bringing planes over by ship. That is where you come in. There will be several inspections and need you to sign off."

"And General you are giving the order as to when they drop?"

"Yes Sir." Agreed General Wards.

"Goodness. We're actually taking bombers and taking it to the German capital." Commander hung his head and controlled his breathing. "I understand."

"Sometimes we forget you're young yet. But you were the man for the job for a reason." Smiled Sir Hill.

"I don't take it for granted Sir. I'm more than just the ammo boy." Commander shook his head and reached for his tea. "When is ETA to the ship?"

"Tomorrow after lunch and you will be done by tea time. Worst case you will be on the head battleship. But I do not know where are when that would be." Sir Hill just spoke about him being by the lines. That was new. The fact he would be leaving his desk for days to make sure this was fool proof. It was very possible.

After that arrangement set it was hard to fathom regular conversation from there. War is hell and caused by man. Attempting defeat fire with fire and more fire. But the fact a war that has impacted how people change how they make money just says everything. Supplies, demands, and expectations to win. The fact that Sir Hill wants to align and end the war hopefully within a year says it all.

When breakfast was finished the two men had to take off to start their regular duties. Leaving (FN) shaking his head alone. Figuring out what was next on his list. Then from there, seeing exactly what he was going to tell Sheffield in just a moment or so.

What am I going to tell her?

The door opened. "Sir?"

He popped his head up. "Oh? Uh, Sheffy lock the door behind you. This is important."

"I have a mess to clean you naughty man. There better not be a large bullet in those trousers." Glared Sheffield.

"No Sheffy. It's top secret and you are the only one I'm speaking to about this." Commander stood up from his chair and went in front of his desk to greet her.

She looked worried and she hugged him. "What did you do now?"

"I will be on one of the battleships soon. Within the week."

She gasped. "You can't."

"I don't know the details. But I will see how this is. There is a plan to bomb the capital."

Sheffield squeezed him. "You can't leave me. You can't Sir. I have to do something."

I knew that I could only do so much. Seeing her tear up I was saddened. I never had to see someone I care about go off to war before. For me I just happened to be that person.

I wasn't sure the do date and the arrangements at that time. All I can do was hold her and hug her until we composed ourselves. There was a few ideas going forward. But with only day one among all of us, I couldn't contruct my plan. All I knew at the time was about the bomber planes attacking Germany and I needed to have all the ships approved.

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This looking good? Or looking bad? You make the call. It could be both. Depending on who you ask.

-Rel