Chapter Fourteen
Two weeks later
Mallory groaned. How could she possibly have thought this was the answer to all of her problems?
Sequestered in one of the section’s central London facilities, she and Baxter were training. In their line of work, training actually covered many, many bases. As a covert government department which didn’t fit into a neat little box, and with minimal personnel, they had to be versatile. At some point, she guessed, Baxter would be sent to an assessment centre for psychometric aptitude tests and vetting—stuff she couldn’t possibly do. Nor would she want to. And surely they’d have to bend the rules in terms of vetting—wouldn’t being an ex-criminal immediately raise red flags, otherwise? Following that, he’d then be sent to a military base on the south coast to
