It was now 15.00 hours and the Special Branch officers decided that they could do no more. They thanked the police in Grimsby for their assistance and left to return to their offices. Back out at sea the three fishing boats had let down their nets and were fishing. Jimmy Anderson had radioed in to the co-operative with the news and Yvonne telephoned Penny Walmar and let her know. Penny wondered what her husband would do after losing his fishing boat. She knew that they had money in the bank to allow them to survive for a while.
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At RAF Nocton Hall, Corporal Jamie Rogerson had wakened in the morning after a good night’s sleep and, during the course of the day, been subjected to a number of tests to check for brain damage. Much to the surprise of the doctors, he seemed to have come through well with no cognitive or memory problems. He was told that he could have visitors should a request be made. The doctor told him that his high level of physical fitness was most likely what had helped him to recover so well. He was also told that it would most likely be six weeks before he could return to restricted duties and possibly another month after that before he could return to his normal duties. Jamie had looked glum at the news but was relieved that he would not be impaired in any way.
At the Russian Consulate in Manchester, Major Garasov received a message that the operative based at Parfleet St Peter had had to abandon his position due to the authorities becoming suspicious. Berin reported that a British agent had been searching the premises and he had taken corrective measures. This had been followed up by what appeared to be a visit from MI5. The report stated that their agent, Berin, had taken a fishing vessel and faked a drowning with the sinking of the vessel. The person had been sent to a safe house and would be evacuated as soon as possible. Garasov felt frustrated. He now had no-one locally to help obtain information on the Red Hawk project. It was obvious that their ‘mole’ in that fishing village would also be under suspicion. There was little, if anything, of importance that he could tell the British authorities. The codes and equipment were always controlled by their agents. If nothing could be proven against their ‘mole’ then he would be better left alone for a while. Now that the fishing vessel had been sunk, the ‘mole’ was of little use to them at this time.
At RAF West Sanby, the JSTU went about setting up the missile system and preparing for the trials. Corporal Andy Hill was busy preparing the data recording and analysis forms from the specifications passed to the section. He was also busy training the progress clerks in what would be required. Later, when the recording equipment was set up, they would practise taking down information. The CO had issued an instruction that if all was ready by Friday lunchtime then the unit generally would be stood down for the weekend. The following week, shift rosters would be implemented as the unit moved to simulate operational conditions. This would all be part of the trials. Andy thought of the coming weekend and travelling up to see Alice. The thought of owning a car again brought a smile to his face. He knew that the Rover would be a good buy, if its current owner was anything to go by. Andy decided that he would go into Grimsby this evening and visit the martial arts club. He would need to borrow the kit since his own was still in storage.
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It was now 18.00 hours and, out at sea, the three Parfleet fishing boats paused in their fishing to have something to eat. In another hour there should be enough water in the harbour for them to return home. Despite the heavy swell, they had all fared reasonably well in the fishing. Anderson had a small stove for cooking and heating water in the cabin and they had gutted some fish and were frying it. This would go with the buttered bread they had with them. While his deck hand was cooking the fish, Anderson got on the radio to the other two boats and had a conversation with the skippers. Outside on deck, Rice and Walmar swopped wartime stories. Rice had been on destroyers on convoy escort duties before he was called back to London and other duties. Walmar talked about his escape and then his service with a Polish unit. They were interrupted by a call from Anderson for them to come into the cabin and have something to eat. They were each handed an enamel plate with a hunk of buttered bread and a fish fillet plus a fork to eat with. The deck hand made strong black
