HANDS INSIDE HIS POCKETS, Banjo walked to enjoy the blissful late evening thinking of Andy and their future together. But moments later his rumination was interrupted by someone in a military Jeep shouting his name with urgency. He stopped to turn around.
The young Marine who was driving the open-top vehicle, braked next to him and said, ‘Sir, hop in. Wheels up in fifteen. Mission critical, Sir! I’ll drive you to your quarters.’
Without delay or questions, Banjo climbed into the passenger seat, anxious to get going.
‘We’ll collect my co-pilot on the way.’
‘Yes, Sir!’
They reached the barracks in no time.
Banjo hopped off and raced inside. He rapped on Sparrow’s door and heard shuffling noises, then sounds of light footsteps coming towards him.
The door opened.
Sparrow appeared with
