“What are you doing here, Vic?”
Her smile sent a shiver through Paul, he remembered the time long ago when he would wake up to that smile. Having been put back out into the field, Paul had been given no information on his handler beyond the protocol and the eight meeting places. When he had picked up the location instruction he had wondered if it would be Harrison again; the last time in London it had been Harrison, but he had never thought it might be Victoria.
“Hello Paul. How’ve you been?”
Paul shrugged, still reeling internally while trying to come across as at least professional.
“You weren’t told it was going to be me, were you?”
“No, but it’s fine. I’m fine. How have you been Vic?”
She smiled again, and then suddenly she was all business;
“Well, we want you to infiltrate a new group working in and around Southwark. Their activities have started to become a little too out in the open, and we need to understand what their wider objectives are, so that we can plan the correct approach to frustrate their plans.”