Chapter 6
Hawkins took him outside to meet with Coulson and Blackstone. They were standing in the middle of the garden, hands on hips, gesticulating at the vista before them and appeared to be arguing about how many cabbages the garden needed.
“Well, who likes cabbage? I don’t,” grumbled Blackstone. He scratched the back of his neck. He was quite a bit taller than Coulson. “Do you like it?”
Coulson sighed. “Only the Captain likes it.”
“Well, if there’s only himself as likes a bit of cabbage now and then, we don’t need fifty of the damned things, do we?”
Sebastian glanced at Hawkins, and they shared a small smile.
“Good morning gentlemen.” Hawkins strode out through the narrow pathways to where they stood.
Coulson jumped. “Sir, I didn’t hear you.”
“Apparently not. Please, do not fee
