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The Gemma Brightman
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Gemma had
been working long hours lately. There was so much work to be done in
preparation for the invasion, which everyone knew was inevitable if the
Allied cause was to succeed. Gemma felt a deep commitment to do all she
could, knowing it was often minute details in intelligence, however
seemingly innocuous, which made the difference between life and death to a
soldier in the field. This night, she had fallen asleep at her desk after a
grueling twelve hours on the job. Col. Ashton came in, softly tapping her on
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"What time is it, Colonel ?" she
asked, as she patted the
"Time for you to be going home and
getting some shut-eye !" He smiled affectionately at his pretty, young aid,
who was always so conscientious. "Remember, we've got an early train to
catch to
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"What time is the Embassy dinner
tomorrow night, sir ?" Gemma asked as she put on her coat and gloves. Tired
though she was, she felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of walking
the
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"There's someone I want you to meet
tomorrow night, Gemma", said the Colonel. "He will be at the Embassy dinner
as well....someone you will be working with on special assignment for
several months." Gemma looked up, surprised. "I'll explain on the way home",
the
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That night as Gemma prepared for bed,
she pondered again the extraordinary new turn in her life. That she had been
given the highest security clearance for this new assignment, even as high
as Col. Ashton himself, both thrilled and amazed her. She couldn't even
write her father about it ... and how she longed to ! She was to be part of
a seven member team of analysts working with a British officer in a highly
secure location. And what would this Group Captain Richardson, her new boss,
be like to work with ? He was an officer in British Intelligence and
Oxford-educated, that was all she knew of him. Colonel Ashton spoke highly
of the Captain, but offered no additional information. Suddenly, Gemma felt a slight
chill, and reached for her cup of steaming tea. |
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