H.McNeal

[ROT13]

Temorary Officers Quarters, Dowding Barracks, New London

Harold leaned back in his chair and read his transfer order again.

TO: FLYING OFFICER HAROLD MCNEAL, ESQUIRE
FROM: ROYAL RESERVE FLEET HEADQUARTERS, ADMINISTRATION STAFF
IMMEDIATE REASSIGNMENT

Effective immediately you are assigned to No 156. Squadron RRF (Recon) / 2 RYR (2nd Royal Yeomanry Regiment).
Report ASAP to SQDN office #156 battleship norfolk, Cambridge.

[ ... message follows ... ]

He took a slow sip of his coffee, a habbit he aquirred during his years in Liberty, and which made him appear strange to his fellow officers. A personal note was added to his orders: "I finally managed to get you transferred to us. Welcome to our odd collection of strangers! Sk?l, Dennis."

He smiled. Yes, odd collection, indeed. No.156 was neither known for it's tough military appearance nor for it's battle merrits. And they were only "Reserve Fleet", so nobody expected them to be heros.

This wouldn't be too different from his last assignment with the fleet replenishment corps.
But this would only be the shiny surface. Behind that screen, it was better for everybody that they seemd to be just flying around, not bound to a scpecific battle theater, not very efficient, just a little recon unit, not closely guarded by curious eyes.

Battle was indeed not their task. They were only lightly armed.
They were to recon.
True recon.

He stood up, put his orders back into the uniform and closed his small travel bag.
Time to leave.

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Character 1: Biography of H.McNeal (BAF)
Character 2: V.Bontainer (ALG)
Character 3: Y.A.Renkov (CIV, still undecided, yet)
Character 4: P.Decker (CIV, will work in the mining business)