War

The Friend

Arthur Millard was a very serious man. He was also very quiet and was respected by many powerful people. This made him a very valuable asset. Therefore, it was no shock to him when his old friend and colleague Commander Hoyt called him. He picked up on the third ring and answered.

"Yes?"

"Arthur, I'm going to have to ask you to please report to Arabian headquarters. Immediately." Then he hung up.

How rude. Thought Arthur. But then again, that was always like him to do so. He sighed and stood up. He gathered his overcoat and told his assistant that he would be out for a while. Then he got a taxi to take him to the airport where his private jet waited. In an hour he was on a flight to Arabian headquarters where he would begin the most dangerous journey of his life.

Once he had arrived, he was immediately greeted by a lovely young lady who told him she was his assistant. He was then led to a car that took him to Arabian headquarters. Then Commander Hoyt's assistant led him through a series of tunnels that brought him to Commander Hoyt's office. She knocked once before opening the door and gesturing for him to enter. He nodded curtly and stepped into the office as the door closed soundly behind him.

From his chair, Commander Hoyt stood up and raised his arm up to his forehead in a salute. Arthur mimicked him, then fell back to his resting position.

"You called me, Commander?"

"Yes, thank you for coming on such short notice."

"Of course. What did you need me for?"

"One of our best leaders has been shot and there is a low chance of recovery. I need you to step in and take his place."

"You know I'm too old for that kind of stuff now."

"I know. But I also know that you were the best commander of your time. and if anybody can win this war, it's you. I don't think I need to remind you of the stakes upon our heads if this plan comes to nothing."

"No. That is one thing I understand perfectly well."