TIRED
He didn't sleep for three years. Couldn't. There was a war going on, and he had work to do.
Didn't sleep after the war, either. He had to rebuild an entire country.
And someone had to spy on the Russians.
In retrospect, all that was easy. A walk in the park.
Now he truly knew what it meant to be tired.
"Papa?"
Hogan groaned and checked his watch. 0200. He turned on his brain and set to work, trying to cobble together enough French to find out why his son was up- again.
Spies don't sleep; fathers sleep even less.
A little sequel, as it were, to Love and War.