A sound brought Col out of a deep sleep. Something was happening out in the corridor. Urgent footsteps, orders and questions, the clangs of many doors opening and closing. Cabin by cabin the disturbance came closer.
His own cabin remained in darkness—until suddenly the door was flung open. Two menacing shapes stood silhouetted against the dim blue light of the corridor.
“Room light on!” came the order.
The figures sprang forward into the room, flourishing their weapons. Col switched on his bedside lamp.
In the warm yellow-pink glow the figures diminished to a pair of ordinary...