Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yellow Sign" data-source="post: 1233892" data-attributes="member: 5619">London England After a long flight, the flight of B-17's land on a airfield outside of London. Nick and Paul are quickly hurried into the back of a waiting trunk. Inside is a handsome light haired man in his early thirties dressed in a dark suit. "Dr. Thimes, Captain Dundee. I pleased to meet you." He extends his hand to shake yours. "I am Dr. Ambrose Watson. I am going to be working with you on this project." He pulls out a silver cigarette holder and offers you both a smoke. "I know you have a bunch of questions buzzing around in those heads of yours but Colonel Shaw has a briefing on tap in a hour or so." He looks down at his watch and then he yells up to the two drivers. "Private Jones, you had better hurry or we will be late."</blockquote>