Thomas Bishop stood on the side of the access road and sulked. With one hand he retrieved his cigarette case from his RAF uniform, removed a Chesterfield from within and dropped it back into his pocket in a single motion. Meanwhile his other hand brought forth his Zippo lighter and struck it. Flying Officer Bishop tilted his head slightly as the small flame at the end of his cigarette flared, briefly illuminating his features in the darkness of that pleasant May evening. He exhaled the acrid, second-rate smoke through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>That was when he saw her. Attractive, though a bit on the short side, she wore a Commonwealth Air Force uniform with a Colonel’s insignia.<span style="font-style: italic">How is that even possible?</span>he wondered to himself. Making matters more interesting, she marched directly towards the hangar that he had been turned away from just now. He watched from a distance as she spoke to the sentry with a North American accent.<span style="font-style: italic">Something is going on here…</span>he thought to himself. Indeed, later on he would be proven quite right about that.<br/><br/>Thomas leaned up against the brick wall of the commissary and finished his cigarette, waiting for the woman to exit the hangar. He wasn’t sure if she would talk to him, but he sure as hell wanted to try. He was dying to know more about what was going on in that hangar, and it would be great to talk to another American volunteer while he was at it. That was when he heard the sentry call out for her to stop. She ran by, and Thomas flung his cigarette butt through air in a glowing arc as the sentry approached.<br/><br/>“She went that way,” Thomas lied to the man as he passed, pointing away from where she had actually ran. The sentry took the suggestion and bounded off in the indicated direction. Once he was gone Thomas raced after the mysterious woman. Eventually he caught sight of her in the distance and called out.<br/><br/>“Miss! Miss – wait up! You dropped something…” he lied, hoping to get her to turn around.<br/><br/>[If you do not want to meet at this point, just say so and I can re-write this section. Thanks!]<br/><br/>Bounding to a stop, he wore a sheepish expression as he quickly stood to attention and offered the small, dark-haired<span style="font-style: italic">female</span>Colonel a crisp salute.<br/><br/>“Well, truth is you didn’t really drop anything, Ma’am” he admitted. “It’s just so good to see another American over here. Do you have a few minutes? Where are you from? Can I buy you a drink?” he asked hopefully with his most charming smile.<br/>______________________<br/><br/>[OOC Post:l<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=42062">viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=42062</a>l]