Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2023 08:34:56 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 146b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ******* "But Sir, Forts is never going to trust me again if he finds out I am there to keep an eye on him and he is going to be so upset about Tobias still working for the secret service." James was shaking his head, "I am really not happy about this... I love Forts and Davy, I don't want to hurt them." I nodded, sighing. "We all love them, Davy, Forts, Draco, Arran and Andrew, that is why we have to go along with this plan at the moment. Menzies obviously knows more than he has shared with us." "But Gethin, Sir." James tried once more. "James. Enough, I am no happier than you. But, if I have to, I will order you not to say anything. Do you understand? Forts, Davy and Draco's' safety is of paramount importance. Our personal feelings are irrelevant." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 146b – Part 146b minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention: Micaheal Mishcon – (Mishcon) Athol's family Solicitor. Now Forts and Davy's solicitor, as well. Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old footman. Gethin Evans – (Mr G/Gethin) RAF Rank Air Marshall – One of Davy and Forts closest and most trusted friends. Colonel Torcall Farquharson – (Torcall) Good friend of Forts and Davy, Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch. Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. ** Forts takes up the story "Yes, Albert?" I looked up from my papers as he came into the room. The meeting with Mishcon and the police had finished about twenty minutes ago. They had brought a government employee with them who was from the Ministry of Food, one of the people employed to investigate people who dealt with or sold on the black market. I got the distinct feeling he wasn't very happy that Davy and I had been sending down food to the Boys' Home. But Mishcon had stopped him, pointing out that the Pittodrie Estate Farms supplied everything asked of them and more to the Ministry of Food. He continued pointing out in no uncertain terms that even Winston Churchill had food sent into London for his consumption from his family's estates. The bottom line was that the police would be prosecuting Mr Morrison, and in fact everyone who worked at the Boys' Home, and also more importantly, the local Councillor for his involvement in the scheme. The Chief Inspector and the Government inspector expected and were determined to push for the severest penalties: a five hundred pound fine and the maximum two years of hard labour in prison. I had no sympathy, having seen how those bastards treated those poor boys and diverted the funds into their own pockets. Most of the money Theodora and I had entrusted to their care seemed to have vanished into thin air. The other good news from Mishcon was that His Honor Judge McHake, had in an emergency private sitting, granted Davy and me care of all the boys with full powers to act in their best interests. I could now arrange for them all to be moved up to Downe House. I couldn't wait to tell Davy the good news. I just needed to arrange for my carriage to be connected to the train tomorrow and as much as it would be a squeeze, all the boys could travel up in that with the four of us. However, trying to plan it all was doing my head in. I wished Dima and Robert were with me. I had just gotten off the phone from trying to convince someone at Kings Cross station I was really, in fact, His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov. I hadn't appreciated his witty retort about himself being the 'Queen of Sheba'. How did Robert deal with this? I pushed the file away. "Forts, Air Marshall Evans, Colonel Farquharson, and Captain Brandt are here to see you." I jumped up, "Gethin, Torcall, and James? Show them in... Oh and can you bring some tea and biscuits, please." The three of them, all in full uniform, came into the room. "Gethin!" I threw my arms round him and hugged him, kissing his cheek. "What about me?" "Torcall. How bloody amazing to see you all! James, hello again... Come in... Come in... To what do I owe this honour?" Suddenly my heart stopped, "Nothing has happened to Davy or Draco has it?" Gethin shook his head. "No, nothing like that." "Phew." I smiled and indicated for them all to sit. I was smiling as they did, theirs seemed more forced. I could sense as they all sat, something wasn't quite right. "So, it is great to see you all, but why are you here?" I caught Torcall's glance at Gethin. He seemed to swallow, then leant forward in his seat. "Forts, we are here at the request of the King." "The King? God, what have I done now?" Gethin smiled, but I could see he was biting his lip. "Nothing, he wants you to appoint Captain Brandt as your equerry." I turned to James and then back to Gethin. Now I had no real problem with that, I liked James a lot. "But why is the King interested in who is my equerry? I already have Dima." Gethin inhaled, "Yes, but his majesty feels it would, during wartime, be good..." Gethin's brain seemed to be racing. "Err, if you had a uniformed British Officer by your side." He practically burbled out that last bit. Later I would find out, it had just come to him in that moment. He had taken me by surprise. "Nothing personal, James, but what about Dima, Gethin?" Gethin took a moment and nodded. "Well, Prince Dima is also your personal secretary, isn't he? It is a lot of work to be your equerry too, plus James will need days off, so Dima, technically, will still be your equerry too." It sounded like he was waffling to me. "Gethin, what is this all really about?" This time it was Gethin who glanced at Torcall, his eyes pleading for help. Torcall sat forward, "Forts, not to put it too bluntly, James, err, Captain Brandt has after his time at the War Office far better connections, should anything be needed... Plus Prince Dima has had no form of military training." "That doesn't really answer my question, does it?" I began to grin as Torcall joined Gethin in waffling on. I turned to Gethin. "Is this going to be a whole lot easier if I just say yes?" Gethin smiled, blushed, and nodded. "Well, in that case. Welcome, James, to the team... I certainly know someone who is going to be overjoyed at your return to Pittodrie with me." I stood and shook James' hand. Gethin suddenly looked pensive again. "Forts, James will be carrying a firearm at all times, too." "A firearm?" There was another frantic exchange of looks between the three of them. "Yes... Even the King's equerry carries a gun," Torcall added quickly. Now I knew I wasn't being told everything. I felt myself bite my lip and turned to James, "Just promise me, you will protect Davy and my son Draco before you worry about me." James broke eye contact. "Forts, I can't do that... But, I can promise you I will protect all of you with my life if necessary..." "Well, I can't ask for more than that... Nevertheless, that is exactly what I have told Darius and the chaps on the security team. So I am telling you the same." James looked down, I knew he couldn't answer me. I touched his arm and smiled. "Well, now you are my new equerry," I pushed him the file I had been looking at when they all arrived. "Here, you go. Something for you to be getting on with." I winked, "For a moment, I thought I was going to have to sort it out myself. Let's see how you get on telling the guys at the station you work for His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov." I chuckled, all of their faces showing they had no idea what I was talking about. James opened the file and smiled. "My pleasure, Forts." * "Tea?" It was Albert. I forced myself to smile as my mind raced. "Actually, I think I would like something stronger if that's okay. Gentlemen, what about yourselves?" There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence as Albert handed all of us a crystal tumbler of whisky. Gethin and Torcall's eyes hadn't left me, I could see that they were both uncomfortable with the previous conversation. And I was still none the wiser and not even better informed. A change of topic was needed. "Gethin, so how's Callum?" Gethin jumped, "Oh, he is fine. We were talking about coming up to see you and Davy." "Cheers." I raised my glass. "Well, you are always welcome, Davy would love to see you both again. In fact, you can have a holiday anytime you like either with us at Pittodrie or if you fancy some time alone, at Craigievar Castle, you will love it." "What about me?" Torcall laughed and gave Gethin's arm a playful punch. I winked, "You know you are welcome too." I took another drink. "How long can you all stay? Can you join me for dinner? Unfortunately, I have to leave tomorrow morning but would love to have dinner with you all." Gethin rubbed his tummy, "That sounds marvellous! A nice Savoy steak, Mmmmm." "Sorry Gethin, it won't be here. I have to get back to the Boys' Home. I promised to take them all to the local 'British Restaurant'. Gethin looked horrified. I grinned, "Come on, it will be fun and you can meet the boys, they will be so impressed to see an Air Marshall and a full colonel in full uniform." * Albert entered the room once more. "Forts, sorry to interrupt, but Count Samara is here to see you." Torcall laughed out loud. "Look who is Mr Popular!" I smiled and stood, "Chaps, he has been sorting out a birthday present for Draco from Davy and me." Gethin swallowed, "God, I forgot. When is it again?" "Gethin, how could you forget," I winked, "It's the thirtieth of June, next week." Samara came into the room, clutching a small box. He stopped at the door and gave a head bow. "Your Imperial Highness." "Stephan, what have I told you?" Samara smiled and gave another head bow. "Forts, I found these, I hope you will love them." Samara led me to the table. We were quickly joined by everyone else. With great reverence, Samara opened the first parcel to reveal a tiny gold and jewelled Orthodox cross on a golden chain. He looked round at me, "I hope you don't mind I brought him this... It is Faberge." He handed the cross to me, it was absolutely beautiful. I held the cross in my palm. "Stephan, it is beautiful... Thank you." I handed it to Gethin, he examined it closely, only adding, "It really is beautiful, such craftmanship." Samara looked both pleased and relieved. "And I got these from Davy and yourself." He picked up the larger of the two the remaining boxes. Carefully, he sat it down and then undid the clasp on the top of the box. The two sides dropped open, revealing a blood red dragon figurine with jet black wings, its sparkling diamond chip eyes stared at me, seemingly assessing me. The figure was seated on the white velvet base of the box. I reached for it, Samara smiled, "This one wasn't made for your family. But, it could have been... It is carved red jasper." I nodded. The stone was cold to the touch. It was exquisitely carved in the form of a winged dragon poised to take flight. I turned it over and ran my fingertip over the name C Faberge carved onto the base. What a loss to the world when his workshops were forcibly closed by the Bolsheviks. Carefully, I replaced the figurine in its box. "Thank you Stephan." Samara picked up the final box and opened it. It contained a solid silver/gilt child sized knife and fork set by the Russian firm, The House of Bolin. Samara smiled, "We can't have the young prince eating from anything but the best." I nodded, overwhelmed by the gifts he had brought. I glanced round at the others. Gethin, pulled a face, "Makes my idea of a teddy look a bit mean." We all laughed. Torcall adding, "You always were a skinflint." I thanked Samara again and said my goodbyes before he left. "Chaps, I have to ring Dima quickly before we leave. I will be right back." ** Nathan takes up the story I had just left Athol's study. The visit from Gordonscone Boys' School was not now going to take place until after the summer holidays. With all the delays, it was now too close to the school breaking up. What could I say, I knew the team would be very disappointed, but that's wartime for you. "Nathan!" I glanced round. It was Lillis. I raised my eyebrows and hissed, "It's Mr Grand... Remember." He smiled and winked, "If you say so." He gripped my arm and dragged me into the Linen Cupboard and kicked the door closed behind us. "Lillis... No!" His lips swallowed the word no as he pressed them hard against mine. "Come on, I have missed you." He kissed me again and dropped his hand to the front of my kilt and gripped my cock through the material. "Con please... This is getting out of hand. I am still with Percy." He dropped to his knees and began to lift up my kilt to reveal my now fattening cock. "Don't you want me?" I could feel his warm breath on my stiffening cock. He kissed my exposed bellend. I groaned and rested my back against the wall. A flick of his tongue traced up the rear of my shaft, lingering on the spot where my cut away frenulum skin would have joined my shaft to just below my cock lips on my glans. His warm thick lips kissed my cockhead once more, another flick of the tip of his tongue across my cocklips caused my knees to buckle. Christ, "Lillis... I have to tell you something." His mouth opened and swallowed my bellend into the warm wetness, his tongue began to caress my flared glans ridge. My hands dropped to his head. "Lillis... Oh, ... the rugby game, Oh God... The rugby game has been postponed ... Oh take it... fuck, ... until after the summer holidays... Oh yes... Work the head." My fingers gripped his ears and pulled his mouth further on to my shaft. So much for my resistance. He eased his mouth from my cock and chuckled. "More time for us to practice then..." He buried his face into my groin, burying his nose into the crease between my thigh and groin. He inhaled nosily, then his hot tongue lapped in to the moist gap. It hovered and then pushed harder and deeper. His hands gripped my balls, gently massaging them in turn before his tongue licked across my sack. "You taste amazing." He whispered, sucking my left ball into his mouth. My cock was throbbing. I could feel the precum oozing out of my cocklips, fuck this was amazing. "Lillis, come on. I have to get back to my class." The cool air hit my bollock as he let it fall from his mouth. "Well, the sooner you come, the sooner you can get back." His mouth engulfed my cock head once more. One hand shifted to the bottom of my shaft, the other gripped the neck of my scrotum and gently squeezed, forcing my balls to the base of my bulging sac. "Lillis... Oh, God." Fuck, this boy could give an awesome blowjob. I couldn't help myself. I gripped his ears tighter and began to ram his face. He didn't even gag, just opened up his throat to take my thick cut nine inches. "Is this what you want... You horny fucker... Yeah, take it." His hands released my dick and balls and slipped to grip my arse cheeks. He gripped them tightly as I ploughed my cock into his mouth. It didn't take long for my balls to tighten. "Fuck Lillis, take it, swallow my cum." I pulled my cockhead back into the front of his mouth. It pulsed on his tongue, splattering my cum against his throat. He greedily swallowed it down, his tongue swiping over my cock lips, gathering up each drop. When I was quite spent, I pulled my dick from his mouth. He grinned up at me in the gloom, then stood and kissed me. "How was that?" "You fucking know how it was." Lillis kissed me again and then turned for the door. "I had better let you get back to your class then..." He stopped and his tongue poked between his lips as his right hand lifted the rear of his kilt, "It's a pity, because you could have had this too." His peachy bum was revealed in all its glory, pert and gorgeous looking. He winked again before letting his kilt fall back. "You know where to find me, if you change your mind." ** Robert takes up the story Dima came off the phone to Forts. "Is everything okay? Is he still coming back tomorrow with the boys?" Dima nodded. "Yes, well, at the moment. He wants you to arrange for Andrei to drive the bus to the station to meet them all and bring them back here. He also wants Chris to come with us for some reason." I scribbled some notes, "Well, we should all fit in the car with Davy, so that shouldn't be a problem. Shall I speak to Tobias?" Dima nodded. "Davy will want Tobias to stay with Prince Draco and the boys, so either David or Mark will have to drive us..." Dima stopped and looked out of the window, adding almost absentmindedly. "Is everything ready at Downe House?" I nodded. "Yes, I spoke to Dexy. He was able to get us some army camp beds and bedding and some supplies. He said we have to get an invitation for his boss to meet Forts and Davy soon, though." Dima nodded and moved closer to the window. "Good... Christ! What are they doing? Who is that with Mark?" He glanced at me. I got up and crossed to the window. "That's the new footman, Calvin, I think... What are they doing?" Dima moved his hand in front of me protectively. "Christ, Mark has his gun out! Has he gone mad?" Gobsmacked, we both watched him pass the pistol to Calvin and then heard three shots ring out. Dima spun for the door, "Right! I have had enough of this, Prince Draco is here!" I hurried after Dima as he exited our rooms into the corridor, "TOBIAS!" The door down the corridor burst open and Tobias' head appeared. He was holding a towel in front of himself, obviously undressed. Little Colin's head appeared from behind him. Dima growled, "Get dressed, that idiot Mark is shooting in the garden... Where is David? Is he with Prince Draco?" Tobias face went white, "Yes Prince! David is with Edik, Draco and the boys. I'll just put some trousers on." Tobias vanished into his room, Colin stood smiling, naked waving down the corridor at us. I gave him a little wave and heard Tobias barking at him to get back in the room. Dima literally had steam coming out of his ears. "Thank God Davy is teaching today... TOBIAS HURRY UP!" Tobias came scurrying down towards us, doing up his shirt. Dima didn't wait for him. I dithered, waiting for Tobias to reach me before both of us hurried after Dima. Tobias was shaking his head, "What the fuck has happened?" "Mark is shooting in the garden. You know how Dima feels about him..." Tobias nodded, and unconsciously tapped his gun at his waist. We didn't catch up with Dima until he was marching across the lawn towards Mark and Calvin, who was still holding the pistol. Dima began shouting. "STOP! Just what do you think you are doing?" Surprised, the two of them turned towards us. Calvin had been looking very pleased with himself, seemingly unintentionally, waved the gun towards us. Dima let out a grunt as Tobias pushed him to the ground, landing on top of him as a loud crack issued from the pistol. I threw myself down as I heard the bullet whistle past our heads. Peering over, I could see Mark grappling to get the gun from a stunned and shocked Calvin's hand. Tobias already had his pistol out and was shielding a struggling incandescent Dima with his body, while pointing his weapon at Mark and a now cowering Calvin. "Get off me!" Dima screamed, pushing Tobias. Tobias snapped, barking back at Dima. "STAY WHERE YOU ARE, YOUR HIGHNESS!" Dima froze. I don't think anyone had ever spoken to him like that except for maybe Forts. Mark now had hold of the pistol and was pointing it skywards with both his hands raised. "Tobias! It's okay... It's okay... It was an accident. I was teaching him how to shoot squirrels." Slowly, Tobias stood up. "Keep your hands where I can see them!" Tobias began striding over to them both. I went to Dima and helped him up. He quickly brushed himself down and began marching towards Tobias and Mark. I grabbed hold of his arm, "Shouldn't we leave this to Tobias?" "That idiot? He is going to get us all killed!" "Dima, please. This isn't Tobias' fault." Dima hissed, "No! ... It appears to be Mark's again." Calvin came hurrying towards us. Dima grabbed him. "What do you think you were doing? Why aren't you working?" The boy looked terrified as he bowed to Dima. "Your Highness, I am so sorry. Mark was showing me how to shoot squirrels. Sir, Your Highness, Sir... I didn't..." Dima glared at him. "Get out of my sight. Tell Marcus to come and see me immediately." Calvin bowed again. "Yes, Your Highness. I'm sorry..." He then turned and hurried back towards the house. "Dima, he is just a boy... Was that really necessary?" "Soon to be an unemployed boy!" "Dima, no. This wasn't his fault." Dima ignored me and the two of us stood watching while Tobias and Mark had what can only be described as a full and frank and somewhat animated exchange of views. "Mark, stop, remember, while Darius is away. I am in charge here!" Mark turned away, shaking his head. Tobias put his gun away and came back over to us. "Prince." "WELL?" Dima snarled at him, barely giving him a chance to explain. "Sir, it appears to have been all a rather stupid exercise in shooting squirrels." Dima raised his eyebrow. "Do we have a squirrel problem here then?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his mouth with each word. "Prince." Dima shook his head and turned away. Tobias and I made eye contact, there was something about his look. He knew something Dima and I didn't and it obviously concerned him. ** James takes up the story Forts had been right. The boys all loved meeting a real live Air Marshall. And in spite of his reticence to go, Gethin had really enjoyed himself, regaling the boys with stories of his time as a fighter pilot. He also had a new friend, much to Duke's and Forts' chagrin, as little Jimmy took hold of his hand and refused to let go, now sitting smiling with an Air Marshall's flat cap on his head. The meal at the local British Restaurant had been basic, but hearty, just as the government had intended. The manager was over the moon as Forts handed him two crisp five-pound notes to divide amongst all the staff as a thank you for putting up with the sometimes-rowdy boys. Once we had gotten back to the Boys' Home after the meal, Forts had announced to all the boys that they would all be heading to Scotland the following morning. I think it is best to say the announcement was met with an air of excitement and apprehension, probably in equal measure. Forts had burst out laughing when I had to tell him that I had failed to arrange a bus to take us all to the station. "Well, get cabs then. I haven't been in a London cab for years. It will be a real treat for the boys." So, six London Taxis were duly booked. Gethin and Torcall stayed with us, reminiscing until late in the evening, before they both had to leave. Gethin had even had to put Jimmy down to sleep and promise to see him again when he was next up at Pittodrie, before the boy would close his eyes and let go of his hand. ** Davy takes up the story It had been a long day of teaching, and I was tired. Dima had grabbed me as soon as I had gotten back, demanding to speak to me. I was now sitting in the meeting room, listening to Dima. Tobias, Mark, Marcus and Calvin all stood their heads down, while I heard about the day's events. Hearing the words, 'Shooting Squirrels' I glanced at Tobias. He was the only person I had talked to about what Calvin had told me the day Draco and I were shot at. Tobias glanced at me and we made eye contact. What was going on? Was Mark just covering his own arse? Was this all an elaborate deception in the making? Dima continued, sparing none of them a tongue lashing, including a rather bewildered Marcus, who kept glancing at Calvin and shaking his head. Robert was sitting next to me, listening, his head down as Dima marched back and forth in front of the four of them. He and Dima obviously differed in their approach to this. Our eyes met, and I gave him a nod. He leant closer to me, "Davy, you had better stop him, I know what he is going to say next. You won't like it and will find it very difficult to row back from." God, I wished Forts was here. I stood, "Prince Dima, thank you. I think I have got the picture now." He stopped and looked at me, "I am nearly finished, Davy." I held up my hand, "I think I have heard enough. Marcus, this seems to have nothing to do with you, please have a word with Calvin and explain to him how things are done here at Pittodrie and the roles and behaviour of the footmen." I left it deliberately vague. Marcus nodded, "Thank you Davy," and indicated for Calvin to follow him. Dima huffed, "What? That's ALL? That idiot shot at me." He pointed at Calvin. "Dima, please... Marcus, thank you." I nodded towards the door. Another growl from Dima, he didn't look happy as Marcus and Calvin quickly walked round him and left. Dima glared at me, "Surely you are not going to let these two off so lightly are you? ... Forts." "Prince Chikenoff, stop! I think I know what Forts would do without you telling me... Thank you." I hated speaking to anyone like that, especially Dima, but he hadn't taken my hints to shut up. Rebuked, Dima turned to me and bowed. "I will leave it to you, of course, Your Grace. If you will excuse me, I have work to get on with the pending return of His Imperial Highness." I nodded, and Dima turned for the door. Robert stood behind me. I caught hold of his arm and whispered to him. "Speak to him... Tell him I am not doubting his wisdom in all of this... It's just that..." Robert smiled and, without me finishing, said, "I know." He winked, "Remember, he is Russian." He then left, leaving me facing Tobias and Mark. I sat down once more. I felt like saying at ease as they both stood bolt upright in front of me. "Mark, what were you doing?" I sat listening to Mark explain that he was sure Calvin had told me that he had caught him shooting at squirrels on the day someone shot at Draco and me. Mark went on, "I promised to let him have a go himself." He paused, "The rest you know. I made a mistake, I didn't think that Calvin would point the gun at Dima..." I stopped him, "Please refer to him as Prince Chikenoff, I suggest that is how you address him from now on as well." Mark nodded. "Then when Dima, sorry Prince Chikenoff, started shouting, poor Calvin panicked and obviously pulled the trigger by accident." I glanced at Tobias. I caught his eye and then he looked at the floor. What was he thinking? Mark waited for a second, then continued. "I can see I was wrong to trust the boy... He is obviously an idiot." "Certainly, one of you was." I had had enough. "Okay, Mark, never again. Do you understand?" "Yes Davy, sorry, Your Grace." I couldn't work out if he was being deliberately obtuse, or was that just him? "Thank you, that will be all. Tobias, can you stay, please?" ** Albert takes up the story The excitement as the time drew nearer for us to leave for the station was palpable. I had spent the morning making up pack lunches for all the boys and the five of us, tinned meat sandwiches, an apple and some sweets. I didn't ask Duke where he had managed to get them. He had just winked and said don't ask as he handed me them. Forts was dressed in his belted white tunic, baggy dark blue trousers, knee-length black boots and a white flat cap. Once more, Jimmy was holding his hand. Forts came into the kitchen to see how I was getting on. I smiled and nodded to Jimmy, Forts got it immediately. "Yes, he is back with me now that our RAF hero has gone." Forts peered into one of the lunch bags. "Albert, I want to speak to all the boys in the hall before we leave. Can you join us too, please?" * Forts was standing next to James, who was in his full uniform and kilt of a captain in the Black Watch. I joined them in front of the boys. James was pleading with Forts not to mention Davy in his speech just yet. He went on. "There will be plenty of time for you to tell the boys all about Davy once we are up in Pittodrie." Forts looked none too pleased, but nodded to his new equerry. James called for the excited boys to quieten down and listen in. Forts turned to face the boys, smiling. "Boys, the taxis will be arriving soon to take us all to the station. Now I know that some of you are worried about leaving London and what awaits you all up in Scotland. But I don't want you to worry. Once we arrive at Pittodrie, you will all be joining what I can only describe as a warm and loving family." Forts glanced at James and then paused, picked up Jimmy, cradling him in his arms. "What that means is that from now on, you will be part of something wonderful and special. You will always be loved and cared for and that will be for the rest of your lives... I promise you." Forts' voice faltered. His eyes were glassy. He hugged Jimmy and smiled, mumbling the last three words once more. "I Promise you." ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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