Action Such As You Never Dreamed Of

Victor can't locate Blackfellows' Creek Road. Where is it?

I usually come at it from the other side, says Victor. We may have to take the long way.

That's fine by me, says Kong Fu-Zi. Take as long as you like.

He returns to his reverie in which

the river runs between heaven and earth
the colour of mountains both is and is not
the dwellings of men seem floating along
on ripples of distant sky.....

Ah, says Victor eventually. Here we are. This is the entrance.Take a look at that van over there. Disgraceful.

Kong Fu-Zi opens his eyes.

It's the van of our friend, Professor Freud, says Kong Fu-Zi.

Oh, is it? says Victor, pulling up beside the ill-painted van.

He gets out of the police car and knocks on the door.

KNOCK ( just one loud one).

Freud opens the door.

Victor! says Freud. I was just doing some washing. Come in!

Your friend's here, the Chinese chappie, says Victor. Got a bung ankle.

That's unfortunate, says Freud. He is a crucial part of my modus operandi. Bring him in.

Victor helps Kong Fu-Zi into the van. The van creaks as the three men sit down.

Excuse there being no curtains, says Freud. Orange paint. Slight mishap.

Quite all right, says Victor. What's this about a modus operandi?

Pee Pee Pee at Po, says Freud. My new venture. Where is Gaius? Isn't he with you?

Coming on his bicycle, says Victor. Didn't want a lift in my police car.

That's Gaius all over, says Freud. Well, who's for a coffee?

Tea please, says Kong Fu-Zi.

He looks around. Where are the little Green Flashes?

Gone out to do a reconnaissance, says Freud, tapping his nose.

He puts on the kettle.

The clock ticks. The sun shines through the curtainless window.

It is very domestic and nice.

.........

As for the Green Flashes:

They have prowled through the trees.

They have seen action such as they never dreamed of.

Men and women in military gear with camouflaged faces hiding behind bunkers, leaping out from behind barrels, firing loud ammunition, screaming and shouting.

Woo, says Baby Pierre. This is better than our little setup.

Woo, says Terence.

Know what? says Baby Pierre.

What? says Terence.

I want to play this, says Baby Pierre. Not Pee Po.

Woo, says Terence again. But Freud said keep out of the way.

I'm going straight to headquarters, says Baby Pierre. And I'm signing up. Coming?

Um, says Terence.

Wimp, says Baby Pierre.

No I'm coming, says Terence. That's what um means. C and then um, and then ing.

The Green Flashes creep up to Paintball Sports Headquarters. The door opens.

And they go in.