His men leaned over the maps and started talking quietly about Embs, Bimbling and Blagging, whatever in hell they were. The sergeant's voice cut throu...h the quiet conversation. "And who would this Rupert be sir?" He didn't seem angry David was relieved to notice, just weighing up the situation."Well God bless you with tits and stockings Sergeant! You have cut right to the nub of the mission! This here," he said, grandly gesturing towards David, "is non of your fucking business! Call him Agent. Aik din unhoun nay mujhay kaha k mainay aik friend k ghar jana ha chor aao, ma chor aya to kehnay lagean k tum b aajao ma bas thori dair baithun g. ma b sath chala gaya, mujhay un ki friend nay drawing rum ma bitha diya or khud wo andar dusray kamray ma chali gain, unhoun nay mujhay kaha k tum t.v daikhao ma thori daair tak aajati houn, mainay kaha o.k or t.v daikhnay lag gaya. kuch dair bad mujhay sexy sexy awazain aanay lagean jo k ahsta ahsta tez ho gain, to ma bohat hairan hua, socha. He probably still had an international reputation big enough to fill stadiums in Russia, Argentina and Canada, but he was one of the few who'd chosen not to desert England in its hour of need when most DJs, rock stars and jazz musicians had moved elsewhere. And most of those who'd stayed behind played music bland enough to be acceptable to the arbiters of impoverished taste in Prime Minister Eisenegger's cabinet.Perhaps Xanthippus Middleton was still a frequent flyer. He'd certainly been able. Sure enough when the wagons came in sight a tree fell across the road and the men mounted up. I waited until they rode out into the road intending to stop the wagons and then I cut down on them with the Henry's. There had been six of them and I took care of four right off the bat. The others took off into the woods and I managed to burn the ass of one of their horses and it pitched the asshole off. I nailed him with the next shot and then mounted up and rode back to the spot.A bullet whined.