The team ran up and down the Currahee as usual, and David went to Colonel Clarke's office to see if the man himself was there. Clarke had been an intelligence officer, centering on HUMINT, or human intelligence. He had been assigned to the OSS as a contact between the Task Force and the higher ups. An experienced and mysterious man, he was a career officer, who had always something up in his sleeve, and that didn't mean a joker on a officers' poker night every now and then. David had joined them a few times, but he hadn't enjoyed playing for cash.

David knocked to Clarke's door. No answer. He knocked a second time, and again he was met with silence. David tried the door, and it opened. It wasn't Clarke's way to leave it open. David entered the office. It was empty and untouched. It seemed Clarke had left for an errand in a hurry.

[i]Well, I'll see him later, then[/i], David thought. He took a glance at the office, and it was simple. A desk, a couple chairs, a map of northern Georgia and Camp Toccoa. There was a bookshelf, with all kinds of books, a few even in German. David saw the [i]Achtung - Panzer![/i] and [i]Infantrie Greift An[/i].

David left the office, walking to his own office in their own barracks. It had a similar floorplan and about the same size as Clarke's. But there was a small safe. David had the prize for Private Renner. David hadn't ordered them to use their powers, but then again, he had tutored one thing into their heads: use your brains, or at least try. Renner seemed like a potential NCO, or at least to David, but there was the higher ups.

David sat down by his desk and shuffled his papers, organizing them into piles. He wasn't the tidiest of officers when it came to his desk, but he got the done. It had been different in North Africa with the SAS; they hadn't had any desks or formal dresses, only missions, their wit and equipment.

He tidied up his desk, and it took him some time. When he was finished, he went back outside, abd saw that the team was running back from the Currahee. As the first ones came, David ordered them to change back to their normal service uniforms and assemble at the front of the barracks.

"And get ready for lunch! It is a spaghetti day, I hear", David added.