‘The plan is simple,’ Tommy told those sitting before him. ‘The hostages are held in the General’s office.’ Tommy pointed to it on the hastily drawn map pinned to the wall. ‘I will go in dressed up as Major. It should fool the outer guard. I will then go to the back of the building, and when the coast is clear, free the hostage. Any questions?’
He looked expectantly at his audience. No one said anything.
‘Major has been taken out, it’s now or never.’
The audience of cuddle toys, action figures and a t-rex stared back at him, their beady eyes determined. Tommy moved through them, high-fiving some of the larger toys as he did, amping himself up for the mission ahead.
Tommy reached under his bed and pulled out the bag of Major’s fur that he had collected off the floor before the cleaner came. Pulling out clumps of hair, he sellotaped them all over his body. He looked at himself in the mirror; tufts of fur littered his body, spaced sporadically. He nodded his approval.
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