Valedictory…. And RecompenseDesmond Fenton squirmed nervously in his chair. With him on the rostrum, which was hardly more than a low plinth, sat the Secretary of State for Defence. Babbling emptily alongside him was a gaggle of his faithful minions. A squad of shifty looking MoD security men nosed about like a skulk of foxes; managing without undue effort to ruin any aesthetic effect of the lavish fabric décor in the majestic room, which was buried deep inside the bowels of Whitehall.
A display board indicated that there was only the one item for discussion on the meeting’s agenda, namely, “The Channel Isles Incident Debrief”.
The most noteworthy of the dignitaries sitting on the rostrum, as far as Marty was concerned, was Air Chief Marshal Thompson. The ACM was splendidly decked out in
