“Napalm, mostly. One of you buggers was non too bothered where he dumped it. And I’ve lost my second best telnyashka.”
“But you’ve been gone so long,” said Phoebles.
“Yeh, well, I had to take a bit of a roundabout route coming home. There’s some weird shit out in them there woods.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up and into a change of clothes,” said Ginsbergbear.
“Six penneth of coleyfish and chips and a nip spliff and I’ll be fine,” replied Boz, “So, what’s happening back here?”
“Rotskagg reckons un Chatattack is imminent. The Corsairs are planning to split. And the Kittens and nuns are going their own way too. So it’s going to be down to us to sort things as usual.” Flo delivered her assessment.
Boz was looking almost as good as new when he and Ginsbergbear rejoined the Crisis Briefing. His fur was still a bit frizzed, but would soon grow out. He was bright eyed and alert, dragging on the biggest catnip joint the gang had ever seen. He leaned forward across the table and peered at each of them in turn. “The counterrevolution has become a sideshow. For now we can leave the island in the hands of La Résistance Crapaud. I think we need to get back home, Les Chats could be popping up all over the place.”
“I need to get my flyboys back to the Kronstadt Airbase on Hessle Foreshore to lick our wounds,” said Polly Karpova.
“Hand hwee weel keep thee rrevolutionarry end up heerre, Meesterr Boz. Haf no fearr. Guerrillas een thee… ”
Smee crashed in on the discussion. “Cap’n, there be summat rum turned up outside.”
“Great Herrings In!” cursed Captain Blenkinsopp, “What is it this time?”
“That’ll be my boys,” said Le Brocq.
Drawn up beside the main gate were two heavily armed Willys Jeeps and an Austin K2 Ambulance, its red crosses painted over, somewhat crudely, with the flag of Free Jersey. The drivers, in leather jerkins and woollen beanies, were having a crafty smoke.
“Anyone coming with us pile into the van,” La Brocq called out. He turned to Mother Superior, “We can give you a lift to La Hougue Bie. But stay alert, you’re awful close to that Chats’ portal.”
“My girls will see that the passage entrance is well boarded up.”
“I’m going with Boz,” said Augusta, “Can I borrow Zelda?”
“For as long as you want, dear.”
“Can we hitch a lift as far as Bonne Nuit Bay, Captain? We…”
“Bouonne Niet,” Le Brocq corrected.
“…have a rendevous.” Slasher finished asking the Pirate King.
“Have we?” said Boz.
“Hang on a mo,” said Phoebles, “We’ve forgotten about Mad Jack.”
“Quite right,” replied Slasher. “Let’s keep it that way.”