ch 2

--2
London, 1943
Ed sat on the front of the car. He looked into the class as he started the car.
“Okay, class,” Wilhelmina said, slowly. “I’ve spoke with your parents yesterday, and they agreed with me, that we will move,” she said. “Where are we going, teacher?” one of the children asked. “Somewhere safer than here,” she said. The children looked at each other. “Now, everybody, line up and go to Mr. Sheffield. He’s outside,” Wilhelmina said. The children quickly saved their books and got out.
“Line up, children,” Ed said. “Sir, where are we going?” one of the children asked. “You’ll see, Bernard, don’t worry,” Ed said with a wink.
Wilhelmina sat next to Ed. “Can we leave?” he asked. “Sure. To the station, right?” she asked. “Yeah. Then Luftwaffe will blow this car on our way to Aberdeen,” he said as he left.
The children sang songs as the car made the way to the station. Wilhelmina looked at them with a smile. Ed just drove as he hummed a song.
15 minutes later
“Miss!”
Wilhelmina looked back. “What’s wrong, Sam?” she asked. “Look at those!” the children said as he pointed up to the sky. Wilhelmina quickly looked up. “What is it, Wilhelmina?” Ed asked. “Drive faster!” she shouted. “Just what’s wrong?” Ed asked. “Planes!” she shouted. “A lot of them!”
Ed looked at his car mirror and saw some fast flying black shadows. “Sit tight!” Ed shouted as he stepped on the gas.
PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP
People got out of their houses and ran to a bunker. Ed drove as fast as he can as he looked at the mirror.
The city started to be filled by smokes as some of the bombs were dropped. The children hugged each other as they prayed. Wilhelmina put her hands on her chest and whispered a pray. Then suddenly a flame started a few meters from the car.
“Miss! Miss! Bernard’s injured!”
Wilhelmina looked back and saw one of the children has blood on his body. “Ed, how long will it take?” she asked. “5 more minutes if you shut up!” Ed shouted.
Ed took a sharp turn and increased his speed. Bombs were still falling behind the car. He suddenly felt strange and stepped on the brakes.
BOOM!
Wilhelmina covered her eyes. Ed took a deep breath and coughed a few times. “Gee,” he said. He got down of the car and ran to his students.
“What’s wrong, sir?” a student asked. “The bomb just now must’ve destroyed the road. We must turn pretty far to get to the station. In that case, I’ll take care of Bernard first,” Ed said as he opened the back door. “Bring him here!”
Wilhelmina got to the back of the car. “The first aid,” Ed told her. “Quick!”
She got back to the front. Ed held his student’s hand. “Bernard, are you alright?” he asked. He touched his bleeding head. “Can you hear me?” he asked again.
No answer.
“Hey, Bernard,” he said. “Bernard…”
Wilhelmina ran to Ed. “How is he?” she asked. Ed shook his head. “We need a doctor, damn!” he said. “Bernard, answer me! Please!” Ed shouted.
Still no answer.
Ed bit his lower lip, and then he placed his ears on the boy’s chest. He quickly stood up.
“No…” he whispered. “Don’t you dare do this to me, Bernard!”

“Edward Sheffield?”
“He’s a nice man,” Roger said. “How do you know?” Maurice asked. “Trust me, sir. He won’t disappoint you,” Roger said. “How do you know him, Roger?” Maurice asked. “How, huh?” Roger said as he lit a cigarette. “He’s a friend… at least I call him so,” he said. “He’s loyal.”
“You know,” Maurice said. “Just loyal isn’t enough.”
“I know that, Buck,” Roger said. “I don’t think he’ll disappoint you.”
“Why?” Maurice asked. “He lived in France for quite some years, so you can use him without much training, and one more thing,” Roger said. “He speaks not just two, but three.”
Maurice looked at Roger. “What’s the third?” he asked. “German. Interesting, isn’t it?” he said.
“Sound interesting,” Maurice said. “Can we trust him… as a postman?”
Roger nodded. “I’ll get him for you, sir,” he said as he got out of the room.

Ed sat in his room without any interest. He looked down as he moved some of his fingers.
RIIINGGG
Ed got out of his room and picked up his phone. “Hello?” he asked.
“Hey, Ed,” Roger said. “How are you?”
“Fine,” Ed said. “How about you?” he asked. “Not bad. But… there’s one thing,” Roger said. “What is it?” Ed asked. “Ah… I guess I need your help,” Roger said. “Can you come to 64th Baker Street now?” he asked. “What for?” Ed asked. “Just come. I’m there. Perhaps you can give me a hand,” Roger said. “Okay, then, I will,” Ed said, then he hung up.
Roger put the phone properly and quickly ran to the office. He ran upstairs and got into Maurice’s office.
“Boss,” Roger said. “I got him.”