“Thomas Grey, at your service!”The man looked up. “James Partridge, commission from June ‘09. Yours?”“December ‘08.”“Good morning, S...ir!”Well, that was a new experience for Thomas who until then had never met a commissioned officer junior to him.“Is anybody in there, Mr. Partridge?” Thomas asked, pointing at the office door in front of them.“No, Sir. They like to sleep longer here it would seem.”As if to prove him wrong, an elderly gentleman hurried into the anteroom, coming from the. Reynolds is on the transport back to the base. Sir, would you like to make the call or should I?"He shook his head and said, "Hell you do it, I have more important things to do."He left for the roof, I looked at the Butterbar, smiled and said, "Thanks, I was going to tell the Captain to shove it up his ass."The Butterbar said, "Yeah, I figured you were going to do something to get yourself in trouble. If you remember, Colonel Maggie ordered me to take care of you so I was just following her. “Are you from around here?” the witch quickly asks.“I am,” the man says. “Why do you ask?”“Well, the loin cloth for one,” she says, eyes dropping to the hardness beneath it. “I wondered since that is all your wearing. You don’t have any weapons or anything.”Oh that’s comforting. The guy looks like he belongs in a jungle, not a forest. And the smell, don’t get me started on it. He smells like a dog and you know cats don’t play well with dogs.“Of course I don’t have any weapons,” he says with a. ” Tiffany nodded. She had no idea why he had introduced himself. “We have videos of you on the sundeck last night. But I don't believe you were with your husband. We have photos of all the passengers. Mr Mark is staying in another cabin.” Tiffany's stomach was in an uproar. Fear chemicals were pouring into her digestive system. She felt sick. “I need you to come down to my office on the second deck after lunch. 1:30.” Dilip commanded. Tiffany nodded. “OK, I'll be there.” Her heart was.