“Rohan returned, his breath quickened from exertion. A mist of sweat had accumulated on his skin until it gleamed like bronze. “Right on course,” he said to Westcliff and Swansea. “The stabilizing fins worked. It landed at a distance of approximately two thousand yards.” “Excellent!” Swansea exclaimed. “But where is the rocket?” Rohan’s white teeth flashed in a grin. “Buried in a deep, smoking hole. I’ll go back to dig it up later.” “Yes, we’ll want to see the condition of the casing and the inner core.” Swansea was red-faced with satisfaction. He used a handkerchief to blot his steaming, wrinkled countenance. “It’s been an exciting morning, eh?” “Perhaps it’s time to return to the manor, Captain,” Westcliff suggested. “Yes, quite.” Swansea bowed to Amelia. “A pleasure, Miss Hathaway. And may I say, you took it rather well, being the target of a surprise attack.” “The next time I visit, Captain,” she said, “I’ll remember to bring my white flag.” AmeliaHahaCamWhite FlagWestcliffCaptain SwanseaSurprise Attack Book:Mine Till Midnight Source: Mine Till Midnight