Meeting between friends.

[Husher]

While shaking the hand of Wolf Ian says with a grin "It is no problem sir, we both know that security is imperative." He looks at the marines walking away. "Iam's sure my marines and yours are getting along fine, why do we not head for the officers mess. Its a bit quiter there to have a conversation."
A loud roaring is heard when a squadron of Challenger bombers leave for the launch area and start their engines.

With both marines Pierce and Jefferson walking ahead the group they walk in a brisk pace. When the group walks through one of the many corridors on their way to the mess hall, they are passed by sailors, marines, pilots and cadets. Most salute towards the party as they pass by, its drilled into them from their first basic training day, Ian salutes back. While walking next to vice-admiral Wolf Ian noticed that Wolf apparently knows his way through the massive battleship, so he asks with a frown “you’ve been on a Dunkirk before sir?”….................

The officers mess located on deck 5 its a decent sized room with space for around 36 officers to relax and enjoy a good decent meal or offtime. Although this is a warship the room is looking luxurious decorated. As always when officers serve aboard they bring stuff with them, a leather seat, a painting for the wall, a book cabinet. As well a massive piano, rumours say its been brought in some eighty years ago by someone from the royal family, but the officers serving those days aboard the Harlow keep silent. At the starboard side a massive brown leather couch dominates the wall, above hangs a painting of two dunkirks fighting a kusarian battle fleet. in front of the couch a group of massive leather seats and a dark oak table in the middle. A real place to relax as it is intended too. On the opposite wall hangs a painting of the queen with the words “Carina, Regina, Imperatrix”. And in the corner a small bar is placed with access to the galley. At the other side of the room several tables with chairs are placed where officers can eat their meals or sit to discuss and study.

Two stewards welcome the group and guide them to a prepared table in middle of the room. “Please take a seat sirs, chef is eager to serve the first dish.” Says the chief steward. Ian frowns and takes the chief apart “Tell the chef to hold that dish a few minutes chief, lets get our guests a bit comfortable we are not in a rush.” He thinks for a second “Start with a drink first, there's a lot to talk about tonight. Follow me lads" and he walks to the corner with the leather seats. When suddenly the chief taps Commodore Driscoll on the shoulders. "You got a priority message on the holocom sir." Ian frowns wondering what's going on. He activates the comm and puts in his personal password. The stewards see him talk a few minutes and than suddenly salute with a worried smile on his face. "Oh my", reacts the chief when he sees Ian walking to the corner where Vice Admiral Wolf sits.

Chief steward Mc’Mullan walks into the galley to bring the news to the chef to wait a few more minutes. “Chef, commodore, no scrap that, admiral Driscoll wants you to wait with serving the first course” he says. Chef Ramsay looks up from mashing his potatoes for one of the following courses, he bursts out in anger and yells. “This bloody imbecile, does he think the potatoes think well lets wait?? Blasted officers. You tell him that ey!” He calms down and starts to give orders to his staff. “Liam turn down the heat in the oven, Sylvie can you keep that stew good for another 15 minutes? yes?...Splendid.. Frakkin' offices"

Meanwhile in the mess itself the stewards serve the drinks, the stewards ask around. He looks at the vice admiral and his attaché first. “What can i bring the gentleman?” asks the steward............... “admiral?” the other steward asks "What's your poison sir?"
“Bloody news travvels fast 'ere ey lad? For me a orange jus special chef” Says Ian with a grin. Commander Sullivan orders a Malt on the rocks. With their drinks served admiral Driscoll turns toward vice-admiral Wolf. “What do you know about those blasted frogs sir? I don’t mean what did you read on some vague reports or guess." He frowns and looks a bit worried. "What do you really know about them??"