Doctor Who_ Just War - Lance Parkin [48]
‘Me neither. Hey, perhaps we’ll see one of those flying objects. I need to get inside that base.’
‘People have tried. Look, Christophe, I can’t come with you.’
‘I wasn’t asking you to. You’ve been very brave already.’
‘My friend. There comes a point where bravery becomes stupidity. Have you not been listening? You can’t just storm in there like Humphrey Bogart.’ He could tell that he had finally got through to Cwej.
‘Maybe you’re right. I’ll need to sleep on it.’
‘Come back with me, monsieur.’ Gerard touched him on the shoulder. Cwej nodded his head, but continued to peer through the fence for a moment longer, before setting off.
‘Captain Forrester, Lieutenant Reed, can I have a word?’
They were just about to leave. Kendrick had caught them in reception. He had a document wallet underneath his arm.
Although they were the only people within earshot, his voice was a whisper. Forrester chose to find it comical. Kendrick handed Reed the wallet.
‘I’m taking you off raid analysis. I’ve got a new job for you. An absolute priority. You are the only two I can completely trust.’
‘Sir, everyone in this building has been vetted,’ Reed objected.
‘I know that, Lieutenant, but the SID was thrown together quickly. If the Germans knew about us back at that early stage, which it looks like they did, then it would have been very easy to get one of their own men in. I fought alongside your father, George, there’s no way that he’d have brought up a Fascist, and I know for a fact that you’re not a Nazi, Captain Forrester.’ He had looked her straight in the eye as he said that. At least it was a compliment of sorts.
Reed had been looking through the documents in the wallet. He passed them over to Roz. She shuffled through a number of transcripts and maps and came to a single photograph. Kendrick drew their attention to it.
‘I must ask you to look out for this man, and to prepare a report on him. Five have photographed him in or around this building a number of times. They suspect that he might be the notorious spymaster von Wer. He, and any of his associates, are to be considered dangerous.’ Roz turned the black and white photograph over.
It was the Doctor.
7 I Spy
Cwej grabbed the hand that brushed against his forehead.
Monique squealed. He was awake in an instant.
‘Monique, I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you?’
The girl was standing in front of his bedroom window, rubbing her wrist. ‘No, Christophe.’ She was wearing a cotton night-shirt. She clearly didn’t realize how easily the sunlight streamed through the thin material.
‘It’s my training. We have to be alert, even while we sleep.’
‘How heroic,’ she exclaimed, her pain forgotten. ‘I have washed your shirt for you.’ She held it up for Chris to examine. It was actually still a little damp, but he was grateful anyway, and he told her so. She asked him what he was going to do that morning.
‘I’m going back up to the base. I need to keep watch, find out what’s going on in there.’
‘I shall cook you breakfast.’ Monique sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked his arm.
‘That would be great. Thanks. I’ll eat it when I come back from my jog.’ Chris jumped out of bed.
‘Please don’t.’
Wolff watched the prisoner recoil as the hair clippers hovered over her head. Kitzel was holding them, and was reassuring Summerfield that this was for the sake of her own hygiene. Although it was a shame to lose that pretty brunette hair, in a public facility such as this, there was a risk of lice and other parasites. Summerfield had been almost hysterical when they had arrived, but had quietened down. Her extreme response was quite unusual, but not unheard of, in circumstances like this; they had been forced to secure her hands to her chair. She was desperately clinging on to some vestige of her individuality. Deprived of sleep, keeping possession of her hair must now seem to her like the most important thing in the world. It might be possible to use this belief to gain some leverage. Wolff held his hand up.
‘Nurse Kitzel, there might be no need to do this.’ The prisoner looked