999 was feeling charitable this evening. That was what she told herself at least. The conversation she’d overheard on Christmas Day had left her with a disquieted feeling and after some cursory introspection, she’d decided it was merely residual Christmas spirit compelling her to do a good deed. Seeing Pioneer and Pilot finally – finally – together… 999 wouldn’t go so far as to say it was U-505’s interference that closed the deal (submarines were inelegant shunters), but it made one feel very generous with one’s yardmates.
It would be a favor to 727 though. If the U-boat benefited too, then that was neither here nor there.
999 felt a lot less nonchalant about it when she found herself having to actively look for U-505. He wasn’t suspended on his rollers outside, much to her annoyance and yet also to her relief. It meant she’d have to track him down and who could guess where he lurked when he wasn’t in his designated space. If he was a prisoner of war, she thought, then he ought to stay where he was expected. It would be a lot less obvious though that she was seeking him out if he wasn’t outside where the only thing she could possibly be out there looking for was him.
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