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Chapter 14

Internal Affairs

0900 – Hereford UK

The shock of the revelation caused Toni to shudder. "You have got be joking!?"

"So help me Toni. I wish it were not true, but it is." Elvis said standing there with a pained expression on his face, balling his hands into fists at his sides.

"How could this happen?" She said, eyes darting everywhere until she reined in her emotions.

"Not to worry. You will 'ave no direct contact with him."

"Does he know I'm here?!"

"Negative….doubtful at best….unless he's seen ya somehow on base."

"Great! Now all I need is for that little bastard to ring up his fucking uncle." Toni said leaning forward onto her elbows then sitting back she was so agitated.

"That would be a monumental mistake he would live to regret to be sure." Elvis said. Toni looked up at him. She was devastated and he knew it. He was at a loss as to how to console her.

"I have dodged that fucking family for so long!" She ground out. Elvis sat down on the edge of the desk in front of her.

"Listen in." He said, his direct gaze unrelenting until she made eye contact with him. "I will not let anythin 'appen to ya. Trust me."

She was thoroughly unconvinced and he frowned, eyes soaring to the ceiling as if looking for an answer. Toni laughed sardonically to herself. "There was nothing in his record to hold him back." She said with a hint of venom. Elvis' jaw clenched. Of course there was nothing in his record, as there was nothing in Toni's record to even suspect anything had ever taken place during Adam Jones' early training.

"Right. So 'ere's how it goes. Unless you are adverse to it, you're stayin put." Elvis finally said.

"Staying put sir?"

"Affirmative. We are not changing it up because Jones is 'ere. If yer not comfortable bunkin down in accommodations then you're more than welcome to stay with Georgie and I, we 'ave a spare room."

Toni stared at him in almost disbelief. "Who's authorizing this?" She asked.

"I am. Well at least for now until I clear further actions with command. But I am quite sure there will be no problem." Toni stared at nothing as Elvis' words sunk in and he moved away from her to reposition himself behind his desk. Toni then watched as he logged onto his laptop with a grim expression on his face.

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1000 –

"Are there any questions at this time?" Georgie asked the group of medics seated in front of her.

"No ma'am." Was the common response.

"I do have one question corporal." Came a voice from the rear. Georgie looked up over the participant's heads towards Edward Downs.

"Go on." She said.

"Will we be reviewing protocols for role 2 care or other theatres?" Downs asked, tapping a pen on his desk.

"Other theatres?" Georgie answered, wishing to clarify his intent.

"Affirmative ma'am. Counter terrorism for instance."

Georgie had not expected this response and her eyelids fluttered. Counter terrorism? "Negative Downs. We are presently focusing on role 1 care. That is what you are tasked to do at the moment. This focused training will provide you with the essentials necessary for immediate first aid, triage and stabilization. You must be proficient in all areas in order to advance."

"Right. It just seems to me that we will need training for CT as well."

Georgie tried not to scowl. "Role 1 is your foundation Downs. If you cannot triage, resuscitate, or stabilize, role 2 will not happen. And for counter terrorism, again, you must have proficient skills in handling any immediate casualty." Several heads turned to eye ball Downs.

"Quite right. Thank you ma'am." Downs stopped jostling his pen and slouched down in his seat.

"Anyone else….? No? Crack on then,yeah. Work on your simulations until the lunch break." Georgie announced as the participants began to disperse and pair off for the practice sessions. Tad Peters sidled over to Georgie as he observed the activity.

"What was Downs going on about?" He asked.

"Counter terrorism training of all things." Georgie said as she gathered her teaching aide materials.

"Ya don't say?" Peters said picking at his teeth with a cocktail stick.

"I do say." Georgie answered watching him and rolling her eyes.

"Must be an adventurous type." Peters said with jest as he watched the teams get under way with head to toe assessment drills. Georgie smiled. What did Downs know of counter terrorism missions. The latest nearly cost her husband his life. She looked at her watch. What was Elvis doing now and would he make contact with her?

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1100 –

Toni wanted to think about Elvis' offer to bunk down at the Harte's flat and wanted to discuss further with Spanner. Elvis concurred but cautioned she not seek refuge with Spanner under the circumstances.

The captain had finished his report on the encounter with Sergeant Blythe. The entire incident stabbed at him. He paused and sat back, reading over the email he was about to send to Dave Warner. Elvis was pleased his mate was now working at the MoD and just happened to be involved in Military Intelligence. It would be a slow process but that was alright. Elvis was used to being patient, even if he was not the most patient man in the world. Once satisfied with what he was about to relay, he pressed send …

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1830 –

Georgie was sprawled on the sofa utterly spent from her day instructing the new batch of SF Support Medics. Elvis had been quiet on the ride home and she was deliberating on how best to approach him. He had opted to jump into the shower once they returned home and that told her he needed some time to decompress from his day. He had spoken briefly about what had transpired with Toni and obviously could not give her much detail. Georgie decided to venture into the kitchen and conjure up something for their dinner. They had left over Italian meat and potatoes so she decided to add some vegetables to the reheat and began chopping broccoli into bits.

Elvis swiped the steam veiled bathroom mirror and stared at his reflection. What the fuck!

He was caught up in a classified internal investigation. This was huge and he inwardly chastised himself for following along with Pettigrew and allow Lance Corporal Adam Jones to be approved for Selection. He yanked a small towel around his neck and stared menacingly at himself, knuckles pressed down on the sink top. He knew Jones was a fake! The bastard had a police record that was shielded from general scrutiny but Military Intelligence was able to extract information related to a spent conviction involving an assault on a female Pub patron. What a surprise! The twat seemed to have a penchant for violence against females. Chip off the old block from the fucking uncle Elvis thought. "Dammit!" He spat, punching the wall. He stared at his reflection again, staring hard…..glaring at himself. I 'ave a duty to this Regiment he heard himself saying…..

Georgie heard the thud and abruptly stopped chopping. Her ears were pricked and she listened intently then shrugged and continued her chopping. Elvis was taking his time, unusual for him she reckoned, but perhaps that is what he needed. It was quiet now but Georgie kept herself alert.

Elvis forcefully controlled his breathing, eyes squinting, he was fuming inside. Pettigrew was hell bent on pushing that wanker through, shitting himself over the lance corporal being Colonel Jones' nephew. Elvis ignited like a flame and punched the wall a second time.

Georgie heard it again. No! Something was definitely going on. She dropped the knife and headed straight away for their bedroom and bath. Once there she pounded on the door at the same time opening it to find Elvis standing there…towel wrapped around his middle and looking at her, wondering what the fuck she was up to?

"Elvis!" She exclaimed, relieved he seemed fine. "You alright?"

"Wha' the fuck Georgie! Do I look like I'm alright? He said collectively angry and surprised at the same time.

She blushed but barged in anyway. "I heard a noise and thought maybe ya had fallen or something!"

"Well as ya can see I'm upright." He did not want to take his anger out on her…..never her, and he swiped a hand down his damp face. Georgie knew he was holding himself back behind an iron exterior. She reached up to touch the side of his face, her thumb grazing across his high cheekbone.

"What is it luv? What is going on?" She asked, deeply concerned.

Elvis looked down at her, his eyes blinking away the drops of water dripping from his hair. Her eyes pleaded with him. He placed a hand onto the back of her neck and drew her against his bare chest. "Massive shit babe." He said as Georgie hugged him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer to him.