Mid-weekend update

[guest7]

Location: Castle Carrick
Activity: Quiet

Ops began as planned on Friday pm, met as arranged with agent 'Metal' in British Legion club. Enforced strict security on entrance and vetted all visitors to the premises. Slightly distracted by sound of ska band playing in hall.

Request further MI5 reports on agent 'Metal'. I suspect he is engaged in covert sabotage, over course of evening he stated that as we were providing security our drinks were free. Felt obliged to engage in the customs of the venue (as you know old boy I'm a port drinker at heart!) and ordered tankard of ale. Agent 'Metal' returned with glass of weak beer, but needs must. He did this on many occasions and I suspect that at least one of these was 'spiked' as I woke on Saturday am feeling the full after-effects of some sort of nerve-agent.

Saturday was a washout, all ops cancelled until further notice.

Sunday am - Agent Battleaxe brought a cup of coffee to my bunk (ersatz, but palatable nevertheless) and I am pleased to report that the effects of my poisoning are wearing off.

Considering implementing revised ops plan and preparing fry up for breakfast.

New password for week - "I may never drink again"

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[squirrelciv]

Know how you're feeling agent Carrick. Invited to dine with the [chess] enemy last night. I knew I had walked into a trap when my opposite number offered me a red wine but took a white for himself. I fought the effects for as long as I could, bur by midnight I fear my resistance was blown. The next few hours have faded from my memory and I can only hope I haven't divulged my tactics for the middle game.

My only consolation is my Nemesis seems to have done himself in too as, so far, he hasn't moved a piece.

[guest7]

My only consolation is my Nemesis seems to have done himself in too as, so far, he hasn't moved a piece.

Steady on old boy, we may feel the need for a pre-breakfast evacuation before we are 'fighting fit', but if this fellow is a bit 'egg bound' then it's unwise to judge him as safe, I've still got the scars from a particularly vicious fight with a constipated Gurkha in Namche Bazaar in '26.

Toodlepip
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