IT WAS ALREADY DARK. The moment Anne finished drilling them on the M16, he stepped out of the training hall and made his way to the entrance hall, stuffing he and Segun's university-size notebooks into his bag. The electric lights cast their white glow throughout the corridor. There were days when he would have been dead tired after finishing the day's training in the night, but those days had passed. They were no longer the inexperienced students that had taken a tour of the entrance hall seven months ago. Their endurance had been upped by more than they knew, even if some of them fooled around most of the time. Plus, he had a bellyfull to think about.
When Mr dé Crozon had identified them, tongues had started wagging even in the training hall. His classmates had started throwing stupid
