Religious education?
Ros headed towards the chapel knowing she was walking into a trap. She had made herself a target but aggravating the prison bully as well as committing ABH on the prison guard put her directly on every thugs radar. Frowning slightly she remembered Adam once telling her hiding in plain sight was the best way to hide. No one suspected the loud, apparent Ice Queen as being a plant. Part of her shuddered at the thought of Malcolm, Ruth or Lucas finding out she was headed towards a place of worship to possibly get herself killed. All three still had their faiths, despite the world they lived in .
"Ah hello."
Ros looked up to see a middle aged man, older than Harry watching her.
"Hi."
"You're new. I'm Father Michael . Bible study something you've attended before?"
"No." Ros answered honestly. "Grace recommended I try."
"Ok." The priest nodded. "Everyone is welcome."
Ros smiled slightly, knowing the priest was the one person who saw and heard almost everything that went on. She just had to sit through the lesson until Gruber made contact.
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Harry had always disliked Whitehall. The pompous men in grey suits that haunted the corridors of power made him sick. Hardly any had worked a day in his world. He knew that none would have a clue what he and his team risked on a daily basis. Trying to keep his temper he fell into step with the Home Secretary. The shorter woman was clearly as angry as he was.
"Are your officers safe?"
"No Home Secretary. Then they rarely are."
She nodded, conceding his point. "But as far as we can hope?"
"For now. An asset of mine has been working in the prison for some time." He frowned. "I've asked him to identify himself to them. Michael is a seasoned veteran. I knew him in my army days. He's a good man."
"A guard?"
"Catholic priest."
"Different."
"If it keeps my officers alive and stops the planned terrorist attack he can be an elephant for all I care."
Crowther smiled. "Keep me informed Harry." She marched away leaving him to wonder what their next corse of action could be.
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"Dead." Beth's hand shook as Dimitri knelt in front of her. He rested one hand on her knee, anchoring her to the present. "She was my age."
"I know."
"Why is this upsetting me so much? It's an occupational hazard. Losing assets. I."
"Beth."
"Don't say." She closed her eyes. "Don't say it's because I've been injured. Had brain surgery twice. They said trauma brain injury af. Fects personality. But this?" She sniffed. "Is not me."
Dimitri nodded. Gently he praised her hand away from her face.
"Maybe it is. I was gonna say it might be because you are bloody good at your job and you care about your asset." He spoke calmly. "And I was going to say I love you and I'd be happy if you never wanted to go in the field again."
Beth wiped her eyes on the back of her hand bfore letting him hug her. She knew her time in the field was coming to an end, she just didn't know how she was going to cope with it. Dimitri kisses her hair, silently hoping she would never go in the field again.
"You're ok, yourself." Beth whispered as Dimitri kissed her. Catherine barrelled into the room.
"Er sorry."
"Great timing!"
"Like my Dad. I know. Look Beth, I need you to look at something for me. You're the only one on the team who has gone after Gruber before."
Beth nodded, getting to her feet before heading out of the room.
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