Trailing a few metres behind the stalwart company of Junior Detectives, Sophie Conrad and Nace Bilby had fallen in pace beside each other as the team moved out from the old schoolhouse.
“They seem to have taken to your lessons well,” she began, twisting apart the cap from the cylinder of her stainless steel canteen,
“that was quite a remarkable display of collaboration, earlier.”
“I think so, Doctor. However, I've my misgivings about Kidman. What was she doing, slipping off like that?” Nace frowned, looking at the small pocket notebook where he wrote down that observation.
“She does seem to have an impulsive streak.” the young woman nodded, empathising,
“perhaps she is unsuited for having to remain in one place for too long at a time..."
“She seems a tad flighty, yes,” the reply was gruff as Goliath barked at something. Nace turned his head, following its line of sight.
“Goliath seems sufficiently excitable.”
Smiling down at the puppy before glancing briefly in the direction of its expressed consternation, Sophie paused to drink from her bottle before continuing,
“Has he ever run off on his own?"
“No, he hasn't. At least, not yet.” The soldier tugged lightly on Goliath’s brown leather leash, and the trio observed the lizard that had fixated the canine's attention, idly skittering by on a nearby wall, “Have you any pets at all, Doctor?”
“Not personally, no,” she shook her head, then added with associated affection,
“We do have a Labrador: Ruffian.”
“He's about six years old now,” wry laughter made her eyes sparkle in the sunlight,
“and still thinks he can fit into spaces half his width.”
“Dogs never outgrow the puppy-stage, it seems at times.” Nace said, with a smile as he prompted Goliath to stay alongside them when they resumed walking.
He paused, thinking of another dog with fond nostalgia, long since deceased from age and infirmity, “I grew up with a Boerboel, a South African mastiff, as a lad. Dad raised him from puppyhood.”
“Ah… Was this in South Africa?” Sophie reflected,
“Whereabouts did you live?"
“Yes, in South Africa. My family lives in Johannesburg and my grandfather owns a small ranch on the outskirts of Kruger National Park.”
Nace asked, as he turned to address the woman beside him: “What about you?”
“Me?” there was a pause as she glanced towards the backs of the Junior Detectives, considering her reply,
“My mother is based in Geneva, and my father, in Maine. They both travel a fair bit and I have had the good fortune of benefiting from that. I’ve been to Kruger. It has an amazing variety of wildlife within its boundaries, though...” the medical student winced, almost imperceptibly,
“I recently read of trouble with the poaching of the white rhinoceros.”
“I thought I heard a Franco-German tone to your words.” Nace mused, touching one finger to his temple and scratching lightly, a habit he had whenever recalling facts, “Yes, my grandfather is a retired gamekeeper there. He now owns a ranch and hunts still, despite advancing years."”
“Do you hunt, too?”
“Yes, I do, usually with my father and grandfather, usually on my summer vacations," he replied, remembering the hunts that often gained plenty of meat for the family for the duration of summer. A faraway look crossed his features as he thought about the issue.
“That sounds like a decent expedition,” Sophie prompted,
“What about your mother? Do you have sisters?”
"My mother is an OBGYN in Johannesburg and I've five siblings in total: a big sister, twin brothers, a sister after me, and a youngest sibling." Nace smiled, remembering the family and thinking of home as he spoke. They were separated for now, but the international telecommunications plan they had meant he could keep in touch with them at will. Unconsciously, his hand reached to pat the cargo pocket where his cellphone was currently nestled.
“Ah…” the amiable redhead offered a smile at his wistful tone,
“This does explain why you seem like such a family-oriented man. It serves you well with the Junior Detectives.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Nace replied, recalling Zack’s moment of brilliance and getting the students to work together to deal with the MON-50 mine. He did honestly care about the Junior Detectives and that they were well-trained. He wanted them to succeed and become full fledged detectives, ideally with long and rewarding careers.
“What about you, any siblings and all? And your family? What interested you to take the Hippocratic Oath?” the sombre South-African asked, as he faced Sophie again.
“I'm an only child,” she paused to consider,
“but I've never lacked family. My grandparents live in Menton--southeastern France,” the orientation was lightly interjected,
“and, when I was younger, I spent most of my summers with them.”
“As for medical school... It seemed a practical choice--” she turned to look away into the distance and her tone softened,
“It’s better to know how to save a life than merely read the genetic code…”
Then, with a breath, she brightened:
“What made you enlist?”
“In some ways, family tradition. Since the late nineteenth century, a Bilby has served as a soldier for the British Crown, the former nation of Rhodesia, or the nation of South Africa. My earliest ancestor was a British soldier from the 24th Regiment of Foot.”
Nace closed his eyes for a brief moment, recalling the pride of five generations of service for three nations. Then, he opened his eyes to remark, "And... France, Geneva, and Maine, quite a spread-out family. Quite impressive."
Sophie had to laugh, colouring slightly,
“We are, aren't we?”
“What about you,” she prodded with accompanying mirth, remembering what little she did knew of military history--which, as it turned out, was not quite so little,
“24th Regiment of Foot? That is quite an extensive history. I commend your dedication to this legacy."
“Thank you--”
But, whatever that Nace had wished to add was lost as the sharp shrill of an alarm interrupted their exchange.
Sophie stepped forward, instinctively reaching out a hand towards the nearest Junior Detective, but she found her actions unnecessary. A small smile of pride warmed her features:
Lee Jordan had risen to the occasion.
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