After the Captain left the Wardroom, Morgan felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and looked directly at Kaptein Melgaard’s neck. He looked up, a rarity for him, and looked directly at her striking green eyes.
“Excuse me, Herr Gargoyle. You work for CIA, yes?” she asked.
“You could say that,” Morgan replied with a friendly smirk.
“Do you know a gentleman named Bryce?”
Morgan’s smirk morphed into a half smile as a thought crossed his mind.
You’ve been up to your old tricks, my friend.
You’ve been up to your old tricks, my friend.“I can neither confirm nor deny. Why do you ask?”
“We met during cold weather training a few years ago and spent some time together in Oslo afterwards. If you speak with him, please tell him Eirin says hello.”
“If I knew such a gentleman, I would pass
