That was it, the words ''My good sir'' made Victor realize exactly who he was talking to, Arthur Cuttingham, a man he had seen rise from the rank of ensign, he had flown with him on countless missions. Omega-3, Leeds, New London, Poole....Never had he met the man in person. Yet here he was, greeting him as friend. True, Victor and he did know one another, but the fact that a ranking officer was greeting him so......causally made Victor nervous. Still, no one was here.
''I'm good...Arthur. And how about yourself? How is the family?'' Using an Officer's first name....Hall would be Livid, still Victor trusted the man had flown with. The man standing in front of him, that was him, he had a voice, now he had a face to match.