Chapter Nine: Time to go'We have to leave this place immediately. There is not telling what danger you are in' Commander Destin explained, his voice a little more imperious than he had intended. O.P couldn't help wonder how this new man before him had been inside of Uncle Roy all these years, without ever having given a hint of its presence.
'You mean we are in, don't you?' O.P corrected him.
'Yes, well, what matters is your safety. I am expendable. But you are not.' Destin replied, matter-of-factly.
Renshaw watched as Destin pulled out a number of matt black and polished aluminum things and placed them in a black zippered bag. He then handed O.P an outfit to put on. It was similar to his own. 'Like the body armor the French riot control police wore on tele in that documentary the othe
