The Wabbit pressed the blue sticker in place. The Metro was
one of the designated War Game targets for the insurgents and a first in the
second round. The Wabbit smiled a satisfied smile but it didn’t last long.
Alerted by a rustling from beneath the rails he loosened his automatic from his
fur and signalled to his team. All eyes
swivelled to watch the Wabbit. "What’s up?" mouthed Lepus. The Wabbit gave a
serried of paw signals. "I’ve spotted one of the enemy," he waved. Then his paw
wagged up and down for absolute silence as they all inched forward. The Wabbit
swept some dust across the blue sticker to dirty it up and waved for his team to
back away. One by one they all backed down the tracks until they were well out of
earshot. "The best defence is to stay out of range," whispered the Wabbit. "With any luck they won’t see the blue sticker
and they’ll fiddle-faddle here for a while." "What is this fiddling-faddling?" asked
Khargoosh. " با نگاهی
به اطراف," said the Wabbit in
Persian. Lepus look across the rails to Khargoosh. "Them looking around will give us time to beat them to the next target," he advised. The Wabbit grinned because knew that Lepus had
served in many campaigns and had picked up this and that. Khargoosh nodded and pricked up his ears. "We should be going, I can hear a choo-choo," he smiled. "Excellent," said the Wabbit, "that’ll cover our tracks."
