Maybe it was even one of the new breed of Special Forces troopers who Masterman was keen to get his hands on. They were from his old wartime regiment after all, and despite Grant"s initial skepticism that they were merely army grunts and therefore not used to operating in an undercover role, he had trained with several of them at their base in Wales and found them to be tough, efficient operators. He had even made a few quid off them in wagers when he"d been talked into running through a CQB pistol shooting session in their killing house. It had been like taking sweets off a nipper.
He just hoped it wasn"t some limp-wristed fop, fresh out of academia or it would be a quick interview.
He was absently pondering all this as he strolled leisurely along the Strand on that chilly morning, when
