‘Why are you telling me this?’
‘Because there’s some sympathy in the service for him and his anti-establishment attitude.’
‘Why?’
‘They rely on blind loyalty - and if they realise we’re not willing to die for their oil lust - or whatever may be the political flavour of the month - their power base is destroyed. And I suppose we’re tired of fat cat politicians using us like chips in a poker game,’ Richards explained, continually scanning over his shoulder for eavesdroppers.
‘Can you get me out of here?’ Rebrov asked.
Richards raised both hands and pressed his open palms pensively to his cheeks before running his fingers wearily over his cropped hair. Behind him, a door opened.
‘Sergeant Richards, what are you doing?’ Captain Latham shouted.
‘Just coming sir,’ Richards replied obsequi
