Chapter Two
“So you're Grant, are you? Heard some stuff about you and your chaps. Is it all true?”
It was later the same day and Grant and Grenham-Smythe were given the privacy of the Ops room to discuss the EMERALD operation. In truth, and after having spent the last hour in the company of the senior SIS man from London, Grant wasn't exactly enthused about any of this.
“We like to get our hands dirty, boss, that's all I'll say,” said Grant vaguely.
“Don't call me 'boss', I'm not a foreman on a building site. It's 'sir', or 'Mr West', if you please,” replied Grenham-Smythe.
“Mr West?” asked Grant, confused.
Grenham-Smythe rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “That is the name that I will be using with the source as part of my cover! Now, do you have a pen and paper? Don't
