With a white Styrofoam cup in his hand, “You should be Lieutenant,” he replied. Jon finished his coffee, which one of the police officers was kind enough to serve him while he waited. He kept a cool demeanor while they stayed inside the police station. He had a reputation of coming down hard on those that crossed him. This was not the place to express his displeasure.
He tossed his empty cup into the bin. “Let's go,” he ordered and then began to walk toward the exit. “I'm sure you are familiar with the procedure.” He held the door open for the pilot. “How many times have you been thrown into the brig?”