car.
Ray wound down his window. “Commander Raymond Steed here to see Admiral Neville Hollyingberry.”
The guard saluted and looked at Ray's ID. He looked across at Jason and passed the ID back. “Go straight in, sir.”
Ray drove through the opened gate and noticed Jason was grinning. “What’s so funny?”
“Dad, you put on your posh voice when you said that, one is here to see Admiral Neville Hollyingberry,” Jason said putting on an upper crust accent.
Ray looked annoyed, and then smiled. “Best behaviour, Jason,” Ray ordered.
“I’m gonna laugh if you talk like that again. I can’t help it.” Jason smirked. “How long are you going to be seeing him for? Can I have a look around the base?”
“No, you're coming with me.”
Jason’s smirk disappeared. He had only met a Captain before, and that was Bill and he was a family friend. Jason knew Admiral Hollyingberry was Admiral of the fleet, the head of the Royal Navy.
Chapter Six
After a brief, wait Ray and Jason were shown into a conference room. Jason took in his surroundings—large pictures of Naval ships dressed the walls, and portraits of previous Admirals, going back to Admiral Nelson, hung from one wall. Three men sat at the table, one in uniform who Jason guessed was Admiral Hollyingberry, a slim grey haired man in a suit with a smile that looked fake to Jason, and a larger man in a black suit with his back to them.
Ray and Jason stopped and saluted.
The Admiral saluted back and stood from his seat. “And you must be Sea Cadet Jason Steed. I’m pleased to finally meet you young man. I have heard so much about you, although I expected you to be bigger.” Hollyingberry smiled and shook Jason’s hand. He looked at Ray and shook his hand. “This is Wallace Peters from the Ministry and you know George Young of course.”
Jason looked wide-eyed. “George. Em, hi, I never, em, what are you doing here?” Jason asked looking over his shoulder to see his father’s reaction.
“All in good time Jason, take a seat. Would you like some tea?” Hollyingberry asked.
Jason watched as a naval steward poured four cups of tea into fine china cups. He looked at George still wide-eyed and back at his father. He was trying to work out what was going to happen next; this wasn't what he had expected.
She looked at Jason. “What will you drink?” she asked.
“I’ll have a Coke please.”
“A repulsive drink. I’ve always thought. I've never understood the taste unless mixed with a little rum. But of course you shall have what you want,” Hollyingberry said.
The stewardess quickly paced to the fridge and brought a Coke for Jason. He was surprised he was being treated so well, something seemed out of place he thought. Wasn’t his father the guest of honour?
“I’ll explain, shall I?” Wallace asked, gently placing his cup back in the saucer and wiping his lips with a tissue. “Jason, we at the ministry have been concerned about you. I've been talking to the Admiral, your father, your school, and George Young. You've proven yourself over and over again.” He paused. “Although you seem to be having some problems at school and let's face it, St Josephs is one of Britain’s finest schools.”
“Yes, if you’re a nerd,” Jason said much to the amusement of George who had to cough to conceal his laugh.
“We are aware that being on an undercover mission and having assassins attacking you one moment then going back to school and being told not to run down the corridor the next must be very difficult for you. That’s why we have come up with the idea of sending you to QRMA,” Wallace said.
“QR… What, where?” Jason asked. He looked at his father. Ray reassuringly placed his hand on Jason’s knee.
Wallace continued. “Quentin Roosevelt Military Academy. It’s in South Dakota in the United States. It’s for students aged twelve to eighteen. The US has over seventy Military Academies; they take students from age eleven. The
Ray wound down his window. “Commander Raymond Steed here to see Admiral Neville Hollyingberry.”
The guard saluted and looked at Ray's ID. He looked across at Jason and passed the ID back. “Go straight in, sir.”
Ray drove through the opened gate and noticed Jason was grinning. “What’s so funny?”
“Dad, you put on your posh voice when you said that, one is here to see Admiral Neville Hollyingberry,” Jason said putting on an upper crust accent.
Ray looked annoyed, and then smiled. “Best behaviour, Jason,” Ray ordered.
“I’m gonna laugh if you talk like that again. I can’t help it.” Jason smirked. “How long are you going to be seeing him for? Can I have a look around the base?”
“No, you're coming with me.”
Jason’s smirk disappeared. He had only met a Captain before, and that was Bill and he was a family friend. Jason knew Admiral Hollyingberry was Admiral of the fleet, the head of the Royal Navy.
Chapter Six
After a brief, wait Ray and Jason were shown into a conference room. Jason took in his surroundings—large pictures of Naval ships dressed the walls, and portraits of previous Admirals, going back to Admiral Nelson, hung from one wall. Three men sat at the table, one in uniform who Jason guessed was Admiral Hollyingberry, a slim grey haired man in a suit with a smile that looked fake to Jason, and a larger man in a black suit with his back to them.
Ray and Jason stopped and saluted.
The Admiral saluted back and stood from his seat. “And you must be Sea Cadet Jason Steed. I’m pleased to finally meet you young man. I have heard so much about you, although I expected you to be bigger.” Hollyingberry smiled and shook Jason’s hand. He looked at Ray and shook his hand. “This is Wallace Peters from the Ministry and you know George Young of course.”
Jason looked wide-eyed. “George. Em, hi, I never, em, what are you doing here?” Jason asked looking over his shoulder to see his father’s reaction.
“All in good time Jason, take a seat. Would you like some tea?” Hollyingberry asked.
Jason watched as a naval steward poured four cups of tea into fine china cups. He looked at George still wide-eyed and back at his father. He was trying to work out what was going to happen next; this wasn't what he had expected.
She looked at Jason. “What will you drink?” she asked.
“I’ll have a Coke please.”
“A repulsive drink. I’ve always thought. I've never understood the taste unless mixed with a little rum. But of course you shall have what you want,” Hollyingberry said.
The stewardess quickly paced to the fridge and brought a Coke for Jason. He was surprised he was being treated so well, something seemed out of place he thought. Wasn’t his father the guest of honour?
“I’ll explain, shall I?” Wallace asked, gently placing his cup back in the saucer and wiping his lips with a tissue. “Jason, we at the ministry have been concerned about you. I've been talking to the Admiral, your father, your school, and George Young. You've proven yourself over and over again.” He paused. “Although you seem to be having some problems at school and let's face it, St Josephs is one of Britain’s finest schools.”
“Yes, if you’re a nerd,” Jason said much to the amusement of George who had to cough to conceal his laugh.
“We are aware that being on an undercover mission and having assassins attacking you one moment then going back to school and being told not to run down the corridor the next must be very difficult for you. That’s why we have come up with the idea of sending you to QRMA,” Wallace said.
“QR… What, where?” Jason asked. He looked at his father. Ray reassuringly placed his hand on Jason’s knee.
Wallace continued. “Quentin Roosevelt Military Academy. It’s in South Dakota in the United States. It’s for students aged twelve to eighteen. The US has over seventy Military Academies; they take students from age eleven. The
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