Following the stealth practice, Marie dismissed them. The all headed to the mess hall for lunch. When he arrived, Kelvin got his food, and looked around. Spying Charles and Claire at a table, he walked over and sat at the table.
“Hey, people. How’s life?”
“Shooting range. She gets rather a lot of time in on it. What was it? Ten to two thirty? Something like that. Anyway, she’ll be along shortly.”
“I see. That’s interesting, because I’ve got a lot of small training sessions, and then a big long stretch of subterfuge. Do you people have big long stretches like that?”
“What are they?”
Charles answered first.
“Persuasion strategies. Ways to lie convincingly. Methods of getting people to tell you what you want to know without letting them know that’s what you’re doing. That sort of thing.”
“I see. I’ve got neither of those on my schedule.”
“They probably think you have more value as a field agent.”
“I’m somewhat surprised none of you had subterfuge.”
“We actually did,” said Claire. “Well, I didn’t, but they did. But it was slated for nine to ten, and, like you, we slept in a bit after the day of stress and running. So we missed subterfuge.”
“Well, I can tell you that the room is certainly impressive.”