the students stopped after hearing what he had done to help Yankee and Cowboy.
Max Fisher kept his distance from Jason while he was in public, but would turn up at various locations to speak to Jason alone. In the library he spoke to Jason between the bookshelves. He crept into Jason and Tex’s room one night to talk to him while both boys were sleeping. He woke Jason up and suggested they talk in the restroom.
“This had better be good. I was asleep, and I have a math test tomorrow.” Jason yawned. He leaned back heavy against a row of sinks.
Max was his usual happy self. “I sometimes wonder if all what they say about you is true. So far you have given me nothing. You're just like a normal boy.” Max frowned.
“I am a normal boy. What did you expect, Sherlock Holmes? I’m just good at martial arts. I have no idea who the spy is. I’m new here I have seen nothing suspicious apart from you creeping around,” Jason argued. He yawned again, looked at his watch and his reflection in the mirror, and tightened the cord on his Pajamas. “It’s two in the morning. Can’t you find another time to chat to me?”
“Ah well actually, I have and you are going to enjoy it.” Max smiled. “Some of the special guard at the airbase heard about your karate skills. They train two times a week and they heard that you are over qualified for the academy martial arts class and agreed to let you join them training. It will be Mondays and Thursdays around six in the evening. You will be given a special pass.”
Jason came to life. He practiced a kick at himself in the mirror. “I'll be training with special forces? Whoa, bloody awesome. Will you want me to spy on them?”
“No, Jason. The airbase is secure. It’s the academy where we think we have the problem. Can you not think of anyone who is suspicious?” Max paused. “And don’t say me.”
Jason laughed. “No, I have no clue. I spend my time with my class. After class Tex, Yankee, Cowboy, and me sometimes hang out. They're teaching me baseball, although it’s just like a game I’ve played in England we call rounder’s. Apart from that, I’m not sure what you want me to do. I never said I was a good spy.”
“Well, keep an eye out. I'll get you your pass for Monday night. You will be the only one from the academy who has been given one to go into the airbase,” Max said.
“Wait, maybe it’s nothing but maybe it’s something,” Jason said.
“What?” Max said, gaining interest.
“Well, the night I arrived here, Corporal Jones said something strange.”
“Corporal Jones? That guy’s a idiot. He's far too stupid to be a spy for another country,” Max said and continued. “Unless that’s just a cover... What did he say?”
“He mentioned the Jakarta massacre. He knew I was involved.”
“Well Jason, he probably just read your file,” Max argued.
“No, he never knew it was me. He just knew it was a Sea Cadet, but he said, one even escaped with a cassette we had that armed a nuclear warhead .”
“I don’t follow,” Max said.
“Derr, I knew D.O.D stood for Dumbasses on Drugs.” Jason grinned. “A Cassette we had,” he repeated. “What did he mean by we ? Is he the agent working for the Chinese?”
“Wow Jason, that’s impressive. Slow to give it to me since it happened when you arrived three weeks ago, but nevertheless something to go on. I will investigate him fully. Okay, you had better get back to bed. You have a math test tomorrow.”
*
Three French sailors and four British naval personal taking part in the United Nations observation team, along with three journalists, were all arrested and imprisoned by the Vietnamese. The United Nations team members and journalists from Australia, Japan, and the United States were in coastal waters off Ho Chi Minh City in a small cruiser launched from British Aircraft Carrier HMS Hermes. The communist Vietnamese government accused them of spying because they came to shore to help with the
Max Fisher kept his distance from Jason while he was in public, but would turn up at various locations to speak to Jason alone. In the library he spoke to Jason between the bookshelves. He crept into Jason and Tex’s room one night to talk to him while both boys were sleeping. He woke Jason up and suggested they talk in the restroom.
“This had better be good. I was asleep, and I have a math test tomorrow.” Jason yawned. He leaned back heavy against a row of sinks.
Max was his usual happy self. “I sometimes wonder if all what they say about you is true. So far you have given me nothing. You're just like a normal boy.” Max frowned.
“I am a normal boy. What did you expect, Sherlock Holmes? I’m just good at martial arts. I have no idea who the spy is. I’m new here I have seen nothing suspicious apart from you creeping around,” Jason argued. He yawned again, looked at his watch and his reflection in the mirror, and tightened the cord on his Pajamas. “It’s two in the morning. Can’t you find another time to chat to me?”
“Ah well actually, I have and you are going to enjoy it.” Max smiled. “Some of the special guard at the airbase heard about your karate skills. They train two times a week and they heard that you are over qualified for the academy martial arts class and agreed to let you join them training. It will be Mondays and Thursdays around six in the evening. You will be given a special pass.”
Jason came to life. He practiced a kick at himself in the mirror. “I'll be training with special forces? Whoa, bloody awesome. Will you want me to spy on them?”
“No, Jason. The airbase is secure. It’s the academy where we think we have the problem. Can you not think of anyone who is suspicious?” Max paused. “And don’t say me.”
Jason laughed. “No, I have no clue. I spend my time with my class. After class Tex, Yankee, Cowboy, and me sometimes hang out. They're teaching me baseball, although it’s just like a game I’ve played in England we call rounder’s. Apart from that, I’m not sure what you want me to do. I never said I was a good spy.”
“Well, keep an eye out. I'll get you your pass for Monday night. You will be the only one from the academy who has been given one to go into the airbase,” Max said.
“Wait, maybe it’s nothing but maybe it’s something,” Jason said.
“What?” Max said, gaining interest.
“Well, the night I arrived here, Corporal Jones said something strange.”
“Corporal Jones? That guy’s a idiot. He's far too stupid to be a spy for another country,” Max said and continued. “Unless that’s just a cover... What did he say?”
“He mentioned the Jakarta massacre. He knew I was involved.”
“Well Jason, he probably just read your file,” Max argued.
“No, he never knew it was me. He just knew it was a Sea Cadet, but he said, one even escaped with a cassette we had that armed a nuclear warhead .”
“I don’t follow,” Max said.
“Derr, I knew D.O.D stood for Dumbasses on Drugs.” Jason grinned. “A Cassette we had,” he repeated. “What did he mean by we ? Is he the agent working for the Chinese?”
“Wow Jason, that’s impressive. Slow to give it to me since it happened when you arrived three weeks ago, but nevertheless something to go on. I will investigate him fully. Okay, you had better get back to bed. You have a math test tomorrow.”
*
Three French sailors and four British naval personal taking part in the United Nations observation team, along with three journalists, were all arrested and imprisoned by the Vietnamese. The United Nations team members and journalists from Australia, Japan, and the United States were in coastal waters off Ho Chi Minh City in a small cruiser launched from British Aircraft Carrier HMS Hermes. The communist Vietnamese government accused them of spying because they came to shore to help with the
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