John Judge

by Michael G Franks

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  ‘Good morning Alfred’ Garside greeted his military commander who had been hastily summoned to Garside’s office. He was briefed on what he was to do.

  ‘It will mean Sir that I have to put several thousand troops on the streets to cover all of the underground entrances.’

  ‘No Alfred I do not want the streets of London looking like there’s been a military coup. Do this discreetly above ground but with full rigour underground. The business community above all must not be affected and, of course, I do not want any of our law abiding citizens harmed in any way.’

  ‘Of course First Minister, I understand.’ Keatson then turned to Henry Mason, ‘what intelligence do we have that will help me in the planning?’

  Mason gave the General what he had which wasn’t much, but Keatson accepted the task and left vowing to get the job done quickly.

  As the General closed the door behind him, Garside turned to Mason, smiled and said ‘I believe we will soon be seeing the last of Mr Judge.’