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Act 3  Chapter 31

Dinner at The Grand

-‘You’re a spy, man. Admit it.’-

            Peter Kennedy was worried and walking fast, head down, through the back streets to avoid the marchers, strikers and rioters, who thronged the city center

-‘I’ve lived to see Revolution Day!’- he thought.

            Glancing back furtively at the Special Police, two on foot and two in a car, who were watching his every move from an obvious distance..

Before it had been easy, now it was dead risky, and he had urgent information to send. There would be a new attack on the docks by the Commandos that night. Twice he had almost been caught using the little cellphone. Continue reading