I was beat and wanted nothing more than to sleep. All the work piled on top of spending weeks in the mud and grime of the field had taken its toll. ...hen staff sergeant Tyler finally indicated that it was time to go, weariness had washed the events on the train from my mind.I dozed on the way home. I think daddy was tired too because after getting home, we wasted no time and went straight bathing and had a few quick drinks before heading for bed. There was no fooling around or other such. Alan had ventured out a few times much to the loud verbal protests of the others. Each time Alan had gone else where and put out his feelers so to say. It appeared since he and Varick's 'visit' to the assistant, the man had tightened his security. Alan shook his head, against the others it might fare well but him, a small smile lit up his face. Alan knew the assistant really had nothing to stop him. Alan had just sat to relax today had been the hardest so far, he'd felt all of them cross one. He was mentioned in dispatches, swiftly promoted to Flight Lieutenant and given immediate leave to recuperate from his ordeal.While on leave he had been approached by the Special Intelligence Branch, Bob Cummings had managed to get someone from the military to admit off the record. Because of his action in saving most of his crew, as well as his celebrity status within the military, he had become noticed by the “Brass Hats” in the War Office.For one thing Gold was a multi-linguist. One. Apparently, his entrance essay, and his 2100 score on the sat’s had made the difference. His joy was to be short-lived. Late that night, too excited to sleep, while he was digging through his secret stash between the floor joists of his room, an argument between his parents drifted up through the floor grate. ‘Well, aren’t you going to tell him yourself,’ he heard his mothers voice, full of scorn and disdain. ‘I suppose you’re going to leave it to me to tell him the bad news. I’ve been after.