He could see the wall of C section 2, and the outer wall, and the wall of C section 3, and the wall of the C section corridor.

If he stod with his back to the wall of C section 2 and raised himself onto tip-toe he could look over the roof of C section

amp; onto the upper brickwork of the hanging room.

He wondered if Sergeant Oosthuizen would have retired before it was his turn, Jeez's turn, to take the early walk.

He wondered if the sergeant would walk with him.

Tha was stupid thinking, because there was no way the team would let it happen. Burning the candle they'd be.

Couldn't for the life of him think how the team would pull him out. Thought about it often enough, but couldn't work it. Colonel Basil wasn't the one for ideas, nor Lennie. Adrian was good with ideas, better than Henry. Have to be Adrian who was going to crack it, and then the team would all thrash it round. Wouldn't see their feet for dust once they'd settled on an idea. Clear memories, faces clear in his mind, Colonel Basil, and Lennie who had the limp from the ambush in Cyprus, and Adrian who'd bloody near lost his career in the gentlemen's toilet at Piccadilly underground, and Henry .. Shit, and wouldn't Henry have been up for retirement, gone to breed the bloody pigeons he always talked of. What if they'd all gone? Couldn't have done… All bloody older than Jeez. Colonel Basil was, certain, Henry was. Bloody Lennie looked older. Couldn't tell Adrian's age, not with the hair rinse. What if they weren't there at Century…? Stupid thinking. No way the team would let him hang.. .

"Carew, I'm speaking to you."

Jeez started up. "Sorry, Sergeant."

"You weren't listening to me."

"Sorry, Sergeant, I was far away."

"You don't want to brood, you know. It's where we're all going. You don't want to think too much."