“I CAUGHT YOU IN THE gym earlier, Mr Dragunov, as I was leaving the showers; you didn’t notice me, too focused on what you were doing.”
“Sorry,” Cas apologised to the man across the table. “I was making the most of my last chance to use the gym.” If he was unfortunate in the matter of his cabin-mate, his table-mates made up for it, especially John Rollins, a man of advanced years who was taking advantage of his retirement to travel and write, primarily about the history of the AFFP and its various arms. Rollins was a bluff, and often outspoken, man who had crossed verbal swords with Cas’ cabin-mate several times over the issue of how best to the use the fleet in that sector.
“No need to apologise. I mentioned it, not because you didn’t notice me,” Rollins said, “but because I saw your ta
