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In The Shadows	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: -Movies Misc > Round Robins Views: 1150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                Freddie stood at the end of the long table in the office. Their commanding officer who had directed them on this mission, and Neala’s ‘handlers’ in attendance. He recounted everything                 that had happened from start to finish. When he came to explaining her death, he had to stop a    moment to keep himself in check and to keep the tears behind his eyes from showing much less falling. When he came to the end he stood there in silence. His hands clasped behind his back waiting to be dismissed.

                “Excellent report, Captain Page. And may I just say, well done. You’ve contributed a great service to your Queen and Country. Britain and her Majesty could not be more grateful to you for your efforts.” He said with a smile and a nod.

              He really wished they would dismiss him. He wasn’t fond of any of these people right now, and the sooner he was sent back to his fellow pilots the better. “Thank you, Sir.”

                “We can just be thankful that our agents blunders in this task didn’t cost one of our top pilots his life.” He commented making a note in the case file. Freddie wasn’t certain he’d just heard that. They couldn’t be talking about her, could they?

                “What agent’s blunders?” He questioned.

                “Agent Neala’s of course. We’re well aware of her inexcusable mistakes, it could have blow the entire mission. As it is, they cost her her life.” How could he say that, how could he possibly say that after everything he had just told them. Never once did he condemn her actions, did he fault her, did he ever say or hint at the word ‘mistake’. He praised her for her skills, her professionalism, her resourcefulness. He almost sounded as though her being murdered in cold blood was exactly what she deserved.

                 “. . . .have you listened to nothing I have told you? If it wasn’t for Neala I would not be standing before you today with the mission completed, your documents and evidence in hand, with my head still attached to my shoulders. It was her who got these things for you, and me home alive.” He stated still at a loss for the attitude that was being taken.

                 “Well, it doesn’t really matter anymore.” He closed one of the files that had a black mark on it with the bold words ‘classified’ across the cover. He was closing the case on her life like it was nothing.

                 How could they be so completely unfeeling like this? When she had served them her entire life never once failing them. He didn’t want to believe that she had been sent there and set up to be killed, but as he looked at the faces of the men before him, it proved that was exactly what had been done. It was as though the whole point of this debriefing was to make sure she was dead. It was disgusting and turned his stomach.

                 The commanding officer that had been directing the mission from the beginning, walked to him. “You can return to your squadron Captain Page.” He smiled and clapped him on the shoulder, “Or should I say, Squadron Leader.”

                 There it was. The promotion that Neala said he would get upon his return to England. Actually skipping a few ranks in the process. Freddie took a breath collecting himself, his thoughts, and anything that might come out of his mouth as he half laughed looking at him. “No sir.” He said starring directly into his eyes in dead seriousness, “You shouldn’t.”

                 The commanding officers smile faded, “I beg your pardon?” He questioned.

                 “I didn’t do half as much as she did. I’ll not profane her memory, her loyalty, or her heroism by accepting a rank that would be given to me merely for returning alive when she didn’t return at all.” He stepped back, “I’ll return to my squadron as the pilot and solider I left as. Thank you sir.” He said looking at the others in the room, “Gentlemen.” He gave salute before turning and exiting the room without being dismissed.

                  When he left the building he stopped and leaned on the wall still feeling sick to his stomach. He took out a cigarette and put it between his lips lighting it taking a deep drag before letting it out and sighing. He hadn’t lost faith in his country, the RAF, his fellow pilots, or soilders. Where his confidence had been shaken was in those who were in positions of power that could just throw away human life like it was nothing, especially a life like hers.

                  He knew what would happen now. He knew by the attitudes he had just witnessed and the treatment of her file. Just in case anything about Neala was ever uncovered by other governments, any government that would identify her or claim that she was sent to assassinate anyone in their countries, she’d be labeled as a traitor, perhaps even employed by private parties that weren’t connected to the government. He shook his head taking another drag from the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and crushing it out leaving headquarters to go and get a drink.

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                  That night, lying in bed trying to go to sleep he got up and turned on the light going to the dresser. He opened it and pulled out a handkerchief walking back over and sitting down on his bed. He opened it and shook the two wedding bands out into his hand. They’d taken them off before leaving the house they’d spent the night in, in case they were caught by the enemy. Neala was insistent that they didn’t keep such things that could identify them if they didn’t make it. Her training kicking in once again. She’d left them on the table in the house, but right before they had left Freddie snatched them up and slipped them into his pocket.

                   They had wanted them back of course, but as he told them in the briefing they were left behind as Neala was following her protocols to the letter, but in the end it didn’t matter. They didn’t care. The bastards.

                   He looked at them a moment before picking up the smaller one that had rested on her finger for so many months as they pretended to be man and wife. Only in the last few hours they were together discovering that they didn’t hate each other as much as they told themselves they did. Now she was going to be erased, after her reputation was tarnished ‘just in case’.

                  Putting down the larger ring that he’d worn, he took off his dog tags and slipped the smaller ring onto the chain before putting it back on. He picked up the small gold band with his fingers and closed his eyes kissing it before whispering, “I won’t forget you. Never. Perhaps . . . when I do meet my end, wither it be in this war or later, I’ll get to see you again.” He felt a knot in his throat before he kissed the band once more tucking it back into his shirt. He wrapped the other ring back in the handkerchief putting it on the dresser before turning the light back off and laying down.

                  “I’ll never forget.” He whispered once more before closing his eyes to drift into sleep.
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