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Ivan and George gazed up at the façade of the building in front of them.
George read the plaque beside the double doors. ‘Meteorological Bureau.’
The cavernous reception hall was cool, a welcome contrast to the sultry afternoon outside. A pretty receptionist looked up from her desk and smiled expectantly. ‘Can I help you?’
‘Yes, I am Captain Kight and this is Captain Hood. We have an appointment to speak with Mr Mares.’
She nodded, her blonde bob bouncing, and held his gaze a moment longer than necessary. ‘Just one moment. Let me try his number.’
Ivan tugged self-consciously at his shirt collar. ‘Mr Mares, Captain Kight and Captain Hood are here to see you.’ She glanced demurely up at them. ‘Please take a seat. He will be down in a moment.’
A door banged open at the rear of the r
