Suella Lagerman and Operation Raging Bull
Suella Lagerman popped into the war room to encourage her crack military officers in their efforts. General Dunking-Smith threw his commanding officer a smart salute and returned his attention to the large map of the battleground laid out over the trestle table which had been donated by Lord Witherspoon of Coney Hatch. Operation Raging Bull had begun.
On the table, realistic little farm animals donated by a well-known Regent Street toy shop were assembled around the China model of Cenotaph. The map indicated the planned deployment of the Anti-Hate troopers in Operation Raging Bull.
Across the room, members of the Common Sense Conservatives group were putting the finishing touches to Suella’s Xmas card which read. ‘Spending Christmas in a stable is a life-style choice’.
Standing alongside Dunking-Smith was her Chief Comms officer, Miriam Catswhisker, handling the flow of information from active service units around the country.
‘The Karate Kids are mobilised’ she reported pointing to the little black and white cows on the map. ‘They plan to hijack football coaches at Motorway service stations before proceeding to the Cenotaph. The little brown chickens are the Saxon ultras who are trained cage fighters'.
Dunking-Smith was prodding his phone with a podgy index finger.
:A message received from code name Jam Jar. He says his crack troops are on their way and are already approaching London’,
On their way?
A puzzled look appeared on his Commander in Chief’s noble features. ‘On their way? They should still be avoiding drawing attention to themselves. What’s Jam
Jar playing at? He’s drawing attention to himself again by arriving early.’
Dunking-Smith flinched at the glare known to addle the brain of anyone coming into direct contact with it.
Suella had always had suspicions about the loyalty of Jam Jar, leader of the Anglo-Saxon Purity League. His stint in prison had failed as a recruitment plan to his outfit. But it had given him publicity that in the past had drawn attention away from herself as the President for Life in waiting of the New United Kingdom of Brexonia. Not that she was sure yet about the provisional name suggested by Dunking-Smith. She hadn’t given up completely on Suellaland, but that was a battle for the future.
He was babbling now, trying to avoid eye contact. Idiot...
