“Gunby, the over 8 foot tall giant and dressed in a long Mackintosh with guns strapped to him spoke, “Er.”
Sid looked at Gunby then whispered, “Is that it? I thought he was going to say something interesting with a description like that.”
Sid and Arthur listened for any other utterances that might come from Gunby’s mouth.
“I don’t think he's quite come to terms with the fact that he's a clone yet,” proffered Tresham.
“Neither has Arthur,” re-proffered Sid.
Arthur looked abashed, but not because Sid had bashed him. “Come on, come on you two, where’s this Hoo spy base?”
“We don’t know,” replied Tresham, “however all we need to do is contact a few contacts and we’ll find out.”
“Contact some contacts, sounds like a networking session at an electricians convention,” murbled Sid.
“Let’s go for a cup of tea,” suggested Tresham.
“We need to find the spy,” advised Arthur.
“I know,” agreed Tresham, “one of my contacts runs a tea shop.”
“Oh,” said Arthur as he looked a little sheep-faced and followed behind.
“Baa!” bleated sid to Arthur in reference to my sheep-faced description.
