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“I’m terribly sorry, Miss,” Benton’s apologetic voice said from somewhere above Liz. She looked up, startled to see the sergeant looming over her and closed the physics journal she’d been reading. “He’s got caught up on the phone. The Prime Minister rang just as he was walking out.” He cleared his throat and then retrained his eyes to face straight ahead. “You’re not too disappointed the Brigadier couldn’t pick you up himself, are you, Miss?” asked Benton, glancing quickly at Liz as she tucked the journal into the side pocket of her suitcase.
“Not at all, Sergeant,” she replied. Liz stood up and reached for her suitcase. “I’m glad he at least sent you to fetch me from the station.”
“Yes, Miss,” Benton said and took the case from her. “Here, let me get that for you.” She acquiesced with a smile and they walked to the UNIT jeep Benton had left parked at curbside.
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