TWENTY-ONE
Another day shot by, the trainees causing time to accelerate with their enthusiastic, cheerful demeanours lightening the day. Steve enjoyed their company, believed he could achieve a great deal with them. They responded well, and he got through his work with ease.
Later that same afternoon, Brigit caught him in the corridor as the trainees trailed out, the look on her face telling him something wasn’t right. She gestured for him to accompany her into the office and when he stepped across the threshold, he saw a large man standing with his back to him, staring out of the window, watching everyone going home.
“This is Colonel Winters,” said Brigit, going around her desk, opening a drawer and pulling out Steve’s newly created programme. “He wants to talk about this.”
Steve shif
