BIGGLES - THE NEXT ADVENTURE
Written By Paul F. Johnson © 1991/92

Note : All characters used in this piece of text are based (well in name anyway) on the characters first created by Captain W.E. Johns. The relationships between each character and the textual inaccuracies are by me.

OTHER TITLES IN THIS SERIES:

Biggles does something strange
Biggles II - The Revenge (Yet to be completed - cos its crap!)
Biggles III - Biggles meets the Hobbits
Biggles IV - The Next Adventure

Scenario : Biggles has once again been caught up in a web of intrigue - mainly due to him not paying his Community Charge. This time he has been sent back to Russia in 1917 to try and avert the naughty Communist Uprising by being beastly to them a bit. (well actually its rather a lot really of beastlyness but not too much)

Authors Disclaimer : I didn't do it!!!!

CHAPTER 1. THE NEW BEGINNING

The crisp air outside of B hut was one of uneasiness. It would have been easier to understand had it not been for the fact that the three had just undergone what could only be described as something strange. Had Biggles not have been stoned out of his mind, he would have known what would have happened - but he didn't so nyer!

A man stood outside of B Hut, well actually he was a couple of yards away from the front door, but still he was outside of the front door and as such, could not be considered to be inside of B Hut. This man did not much want to be outside of the hut, but that was were he was.

Questions had often been raised by RAF High Command on why the original hut for Biggles, Algy, Bertie and Ginger had needed replacing. The original insurance claim form for a new hut had stated there had been vast amounts of structural damage. High Command had assumed that there had been a strong wind or something but the truth is stranger than the fiction.

The night in question was a chilly Wednesday and a small fight had ensued between Algy and Bertie on who was the better at bombing the crap out of the Hun and the final solution was a bet. It was that who ever could drop a bomb from 5000 feet and destroy a target would be considered the better. The mutual target was A Hut (chosen for another side bet - they added for extra accuracy that they were not to disturb the sleeping Biggles and Ginger).

The vicar of the parish, a small, furry man by the name of Fred Grimbolsworth, was well thought of in the neighbourhood, not only for his great charity work and fight against the local Communists, but also for him being considered to be a local expert of interesting flora and fungi in the surrounding fields - which happened to include the field which A Hut stood in. The community seemed to be under the misapprehension that they could just walk onto the field on which A Hut stood. A pity really as the vast number of trespassers on the ground had started to piss off the RAF Regiment who where now being called upon to shoot the locals. A patition was sent around which asked the Regiment to stop killing the locals as it was a bummer for moral. They ignored it and are now currently being taken to court. Anyway, I digress!

Algy soon reached 5000 feet, well actually he was just under 5000 feet but it wasn't to bad - not when you consider Bertie was somewhere nearing 50,000 feet! Algy opened up the Comms channel and started to speak to Bertie

"I say Bertie you old thing" started Algy
"What is it you bally wimp?"
"Nothing, it's just that you are currently 45000 feet too high"
"Is that all?" sarcastically asked Bertie
"Yes, so you had bally well come down this instant" replied Algy testilly

The last thing which came from the intercom was one word yelled "Yazarakcumba" as Bertie started his decent. This decent was more of a nose dive than anything