SOS SAS

Alex just sat there, staring at Blunt, hoping that he had gone mad. Blunt had had some pretty bad ideas, but this took the biscuit.

It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and Christmas break was coming up in a month or two. The last thing he needed was to be here, of all places.

"Sorry," he apologised, "but I think I heard you wrong. The SAS. In my ( Read more... )