Chapter 8
G13COMM, Buckley Air Force Base, Colorado.
Wexhall kneaded his football-shaped stress ball in a quick continuous rhythm as if he were replicating his own heartbeat. A light rain pattered against the office window behind the drawn blinds providing background noise to his thoughts on the Brit – Carl Paterson.
The whole agency was now up and running, albeit in skeleton form. The next stage would be to establish satellites in Europe and naturally its namesake in London would be an important hub. But as Wexhall had stated so plainly, whether Carl Paterson would be “head honcho” over in Britain was very much in the balance.
Wexhall placed the stress ball aside and sipped his coffee. Perhaps it would be interesting to see how Carl operated, whether he would step up and be useful. Af
