CHAPTER FIVEThe intercom hummed a series of notes and Crombie broke off his reminiscences.
“That’s for me,” he said, and crossing to the instrument, pressed the button with a spatulate thumb.
“Yes?”
“General Watts would like to see you, Major. He is waiting in control.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right down.” He shrugged as he met Felix’s eyes. “Back to the grind,” he said disrespectfully. “Well, maybe I can manage to persuade the General to send me up some real weapons instead of the toys I’m supposed to defend this place with. It’s worth another try.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem.” Felix fell into step with the Major as he moved towards the door. “Couldn’t you get some from the Americans?”
“That’s what the General keeps telling me,” grumbled Crombie, “but I don’t like begging and there’s
