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The evil rumbles and angry flashing exploded in her head, harsher than a hundred drums and brighter than a thousand suns. Launched from her sleep like a dolphin from the deep, Ruby rolled on her back, het eyes shut tighter. Clamping both hands over her ears, her mouth opened to scream. But she made no sound, felt no pain. Was she alive? Dead?

Her eyes cracked open. A friendly hush returned to the blackness of her subterranean hide-out and she could hear George's shallow breathing as he stifled a bored yawn. Reassured that her cousin was awake keeping lookout through their makeshift periscope, she glanced at the luminous green of radium on the quivering dial of her wrist watch. Four o'clock. Two hours to go before an early December Burmese dawn. Would Norman be back today?

George's older brother had been away about two weeks with Captain Evans on a dangerous spying mission in Siam, searching for bicycles that may be hidden for invading Japanese armies. She missed his cheerful company.
  Ruby cradled her head in her hands and yawned silently in effort to relax, her eyes wide open to blank out her nightmare. What wouldn't she give for Chuck to be at her side? The tall Virginian pilot was probably asleep just a hundred years away, closer to his Tomahawk fighter in its hangar at Mingaladon airfield than to her.

Frowning at the jealous thought, her lips parted in a rueful smile. Her Nana, Hilda, would remind her that she was not yet sixteen, that it was only a teenage crush. Ruby's thoughts flew back four years.

His photo was in all city newspapers at the time of the Rangoon University student's strike. Aung San was about Chuck's age, twenty five. The Burmese student leader must have been over twenty when she pasted his picture in her secret diary. He looked so handsome. Those eyes, staring fearlessly, defiantly, honestly, as if he knew what he wanted and was determined to get it. Definately a man you could be proud to call a friend.

Her Burmese grandmother, Daw Kyi Myint, was a close friend of his family and often talked of him. Years ago she had suggested introducing her to Aung San,but it had been vigorously vetoed by her mother, Aye Yin.

Ruby flushed at the thought of what such a meeting may have led to, and giggled at what Hilda would have said had she known. But Aung San had vanished. Current rumours had him collaborating with Japan to oust the British from Burma. Surely he wouldn't. Couldn't. Not with the Japs.

"Ruby!" It was George shouting. "Wake up. I think it's Chuck. He's running here, waving his arms."

Ruby leapt to her feet and helped George raise the manhole cover of the rusty, disused septic tank. She knew it would be bad news before the Virginian reached them. ~But not Norman. Please God, not Norman," she prayed hoarsely, shielding her eyes from the yellow glare of lights flooding the tarmac as she clambered out.

She had a glimpse of scarlet fury on Chuck's tormented face before the floodlights went out. "The goddam yellow-bellied cowards," he swore breathlessly,dropping to the ground beside her. "The bastards'll pay for this."

So this was what her nightmare rumbles and flashing in her eyes meant. Ruby's body shook uncontrollably with the shock, wincing as he grabbed her hand in the darkness and squeezed it. "They've attacked Pearl Harbour without warning," he gasped, breathing hate with every word.

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