Semua Bab The Return of General Williams : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mr. Henry Watson, the first registrant, was pleased to be the first person to be accredited and he walked into the makeshift auction ground with aplomb. When the three hundred and thirteen persons who registered before the deadline had taken their seats, they began to wait for the stipulated time. At The Shooting RangeApart from George, the two boys were thrilled to experience the practicals. It was different from what they had in school which no longer interested them because it was monotonous and dull. Not only that, training with professionals and their seniors was a delight.“If only we could take photographs with the Brigadier and the team to show our friends in school? It would have been nice,” Gerald wished but he could not.Apart from not having his phone, no soldier was doing that. Not even George whom they did not know was there for the first time and he behaved himself.After the two hours of training, Tim walked back to the car park and got into his car. They joined him

At The President's OfficeAfter the installation of the cameras, they watched the staff as they continued with their work. Not long, they were through.“Good job,” George stated.“It is our pleasure, Sir. Don't hesitate to call us if you encounter any issues,” the leader of the team informed them.“It is all right. Thank you, once again,” George appreciated them and looked at Cpl. Simpson.“Kindly send them on their way, Corporal.”“It is all right, General,” he said and walked away with them.“Do you wish to stay to the end of the auction sales?” Tim asked George.“I may not if my attention is not needed.”“Find out. You need to rest after the training.”“I got it. I will check on them.”They locked the office and left. Tim returned to the car while George walked to the auction ground.“How is it going, Capt. Bolton?” He asked after he took his seatThe Captain smiled broadly and responded, “It is going on well. We have sold over five hundred cars.”“That is good to hear. We will lea

A few minutes before 5 PM, Tim awoke from his nap rested, and invigorated. Then, he walked into the bathroom to make water and brush his teeth. He returned to the room afterward and began to dress up for the most treasured training from Samuel.“Where will this training take place and what will he even teach me?” He asked himself in wonderment. When he was set, he walked out of his room to the parlor.“Where is everyone?” He asked when he noticed that the house was quiet.Nevertheless, he walked to the foyer and discovered that they were waiting for him in the garden. He joined them and was pleased with the temporary training ground.“Wow!” He exclaimed and the boys were delighted.Apart from George, no other person knew that the training was specifically for their boss. They thought that they wished to rehearse what they learned from the shooting range.“Good evening, Boss,” everyone, including George, greeted him respectfully and the boys were confused. They looked at his face as

Tim ran his hand across his head, laughed happily, and asked himself, “What would I have done without George? Thank you, for being the best.” At Laura's House “Everything is just going south quickly. Our sons are missing. Our daughter is facing a lot at her place of work. What is happening?”Madeline was conversant with his feelings and consoled him, “I know how you feel. I feel the same way too but we have to be alive for each other and solve the problem together.”“Even if they return today, they would have been expelled from the school, as the Commandant threatened.”“Ouch!” She cried out in anguish. Presently, she was weeping and her husband was uncomfortable with it.“Stop crying, my dear. Let me call their numbers again. Who knows, fate will smile on us.”A dry smile flickered across Madeline's face and she looked on while he dialed Gerald's number. They waited afterward until they heard the automated message - The number you dialed is unreachable.“It could be a glitch. Kindl

"Oh! Do they see it as a gesture? That is very nice of them,” he responded without expecting any monetary reward.“They are genuinely grateful. If we have your account details, we will forward it to them.”“My account?” He furrowed his brow and asked.“Yes.” To avoid appearing rude and demoralizing them, he supplied his details and they left while he continued with his work.At The Canteen“You can go for your lunch one after the other,” he informed the Corporals when he walked out of his office.“Okay, General,” they accepted, and he moved. As for Gilbert, he would sort himself out. He got to the canteen and sat with the managers. Subsequently, they were served and they began to eat.Unexpectedly, they saw his broadcast. (South Coast and you, coward, Gen. Sabastine Hanklin. I wish to let you know that we owe you no explanation over whom we support or not. Any more side talk about our Head of State or the good people of Canterbury, I Sgt. George Young will single-handedly come for y