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“Pass the bottle, Tommy; I need a double,” Danny said, looking up at the plane starting to climb higher in the sky. Tommy looked up as he passed the bottle to Danny. “Must be some high mucky-muck. Look at the escort fighters above. Tommy, did you ever find out about who the pilot was that flew Jane here. I would like to thank him?”
“No name, but it wasn’t a man. It was a beautiful female. She was whisked away shortly after they landed; according to the ground crew, they think she is on that plane. “He answered, looking up.
“Bugger! More army secrecy, but maybe Jane will know.” He said, waving his glass as the plane disappeared into the clouds.
Jane was lying on her side in bed three days later scowling at Danny when Tommy stopped by to check on her.
“You tell her, Tommy. She can’t get out of bed and join us on the deck for drinks.” He said, pleading for help from his friend.
“Not just drinks, you promised me fancy hors d’oeuvres before you put me under, now pay up old thing.”
“She’s right. I was a witness to your declaration. We need to find a gurney. “He said, laughing.
“Oh, never mind, you clowns would probably push me off the ship, speaking of off, when can I get out of here? I need to look after my plane. It’s probably shot full of holes!” Jane said, shifting to a more comfortable position.
“Did you ever find out about the young lady that flew you here,” Danny asked?
“All I know is she dressed in boy’s clothes, flew my plane like she was born to it.”
“I do hope I get to meet and thank her someday. I bet she would be fascinating to talk to. Now I’m stuck here with you old things,” she smiled.