Grant was picked up by Jordie Penn when he arrived at Euston Station. From there, he"d been driven from London to a temporary safe house located on the outskirts of leafy Wiltshire, a six-bedroom domicile on the edge of some parkland. It was anonymous and ordinary enough not to gain any attention.
“The others will be arriving tomorrow, probably around lunch time. The Colonel will want to talk to you before then, and bring you up to speed before the rest of the team land,” Penn said as he lifted Grant"s overnight bag from the boot of the Jaguar. Masterman had been waiting for them in the dining room, where tea and sandwiches were the order of the day. It was obviously going to be a working meal, thought Grant. The former Head of Redaction must have been having a good day health wise, becau
