WW2

Chapter 6: The Man

"... She'll be here earliest tomorrow."

Doriph gave a faint smile, "The others?"

Ruth bent down and looked at Doriph, holding his cold hands tight, "Missi-"

"Dead." Peraze interrupted.

"You don't know that!" Ruth exclaimed with anger, "At worst, they're captured."

"What about Miaim?"

Doriph stared at Ruth.

Peraze continued, "You saw his fighter enter a death spin in a cloud of black smoke and fire."

"The others could still be alive."

Peraze didn't have the energy to say another word; he rolled back his wheelchair and left the room.

Ruth looked at Doriph, "Don't worry about the others."

"What else is there to do?"

"Have a shower; you stink."

Doriph gave a small laugh.

Outside, they saw a man through the blinds speaking to Peraze. He wore a dark grey trench coat that covered much of his neck. A hat as well positioned to create a perfect cast on his face and neck -preventing anyone from seeing him. He showed Peraze a piece of paper with his hands that were worn by gloves.

Peraze nodded slightly, his face not changing in the slightest.

The Man turned around and entered the room. He spoke firmly as he towered over the both of them.

"I'm cutting to the chase; the information I am about to present won't be shared with anyone. It shouldn't be discussed with other pilots, soldiers, or your wife; hell, don't dare write in your dairies about this. Specifics of what you can and cannot talk about, and to whom, will be made clear later on."

Both Ruth and Doriph became greatly intrigued.

"But right now, if you agree, you mustn't tell anyone. Do you agree?"

Ruth and Doriph looked at each other and then back at The Man. "Agreed"

"A coalition was formed not to long ago, call it a team of SOEs if you will; though, this team is, was, far superior to any other SOEs. Like a specialised SBS-"

"A what?" Ruth asked

"SBS, its not created yet but it will very soon. Regardless, I've seen your reports, your flight hours and your skills. You two will be a great fit for our airborne missions, it also means that you won't be officially part of any squadron as you will be deployed where we need you."

"Question, here," Doriph sat up, "Do I get to fly a spitfire?"

"Even though there is a shortage, yes; you get to fly a spitfire. And a biplane, and a bomber."

Ruth clarified, "I'll stick to the spitf-"

"You'll learn how to fly different types of planes, and you will fly those planes."

"Yes sir."

"I figure you guys deserve a rest though, you'll have a letter and a telegram at a later date, until then, do as you please."

The Man swiftly walked out of the room, leaving the two men alone.