Silver sat at a table, a bowl of strawberry’s and cream t his side, his bag on one side of him. Dressed in grey BDUs with a skull and cross bones on the epaulettes. He began to pull items from his bag and places them on the table putting them together till they take the shape of a radio transmitter of some kind. He looks at his phone watching the time.
At precisely 21:00 he picked up the receiver and began talking into it. “Rattrap in affect, all is green go to broadcast distance and await my signal. To a utopian playland”
the response comes back from his crew exactly forty seconds later “02:00 Call sign is Starfire. The toymaker shall rise.”
silver sat there perfectly still waiting for the appointed time adjusting his radio set to the new frequency, rattrap being a code word in the code book that was held on his ship and on his person. It corresponded with a the next radio frequency and broadcast point. There were over five hundred code words and silver knew post of them off by heart now. And that was just the UK code book.