Two Of Mice and Consulting Detectives
III
Sean smiles as he looks at Ben, sprawled half on and half off the sofa, fast asleep. He sits in one of the chairs angled towards a mirror-part of the periscope Ben has engineered so they can watch telly-and takes a sip of steaming tea.
After years of military service, days filled with blood and shouting, terror and exhaustion, it’s good to have a home-a place to sit in peace-
BANG BANG BANG
Sean curses under his breath as he tries to mop tea from his trousers. Ben picks himself up off the floor, looking confused.
“BORED!”
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