Chapter 7 — Mission Accomplished
The Triumph of Operation BEAN STORM The Leopard2 tank hissed to a halt outside the café, its massive shadow rolling over the footpath like the arrival of caffeinated destiny. The civilians didn’t scream — they were used to Salty and his misfits by now — but they definitely stared. Sarah smiled politely. Susan waved. WhizzAir Winky yelled out the hatch, “DON’T WORRY! WE’RE JUST GETTING COFFEE!” The barista inside dropped his spoon. Salty stood up, triumphant. “Right team. Let’s get in there before the lattes go into hiding.” Lucy jumped down from the tank, landing with surprising grace. “Okay, this is already the best mission ever.” McFinleyyy fixed his hair, winking at two passers-by. “Ladies, don’t mind the armour. It’s standard procedure.” Ron Beefmaster grumbled, “If these caramel-foam things aren’t good, I’m suing someone.” Entering the Café The door chimed delicately as the entire squad piled in like a parade of organised chaos. Customers froze mid-sip. A t...