“Sounds like them,” Major Taylor grunted.
“Still,” Charles said, “if they wanted to get our planes up, foul our warning system—”
The colonel nodded. “Orders,” he said. “Any more questions, gentlemen?”
There were none. The meeting ended. Colonel Eames walked across his office with Charles. “Bring back the fabric.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And don’t worry, Lieutenant, about the air games and your ‘enemy.’”
“No, sir.”
“I did myself, Chuck, at first. Went through exactly your train of thought. We have to rely on our own Intelligence.”
It was the first time the colonel had ever used Charles’s nickname, even his first name.
Charles was unaware that his commanding officer even knew his whole name. He felt flattered.