“Actually, we call ourselves Mister, Miss or Mrs., or more often just use first names,” Alastair told Dylan when he asked a while later. “We’re not into fancy labels. Of course, since we’re a covert agency, we don’t have to be.”
“You have women working for you?”
Alastair nodded. “Why not? They can be exceptional operatives.”
“Ah-ha, you do call your people by a…a title of sorts.”
“A descriptor, not a title.” Alastair took a drink of his coffee, setting the cup back down on the table beside his chair. “Have you come to a decision?”
“I think so, but I’d like to ask some questions first. Would I go through some sort of training?”
“Indeed you will,” Alastair replied. “We’d hardly send you out blind. You’ll learn how to use various weapons, hand-to-hand combat, defensive driving, how to s
