Right now, had he not gotten… he supposed time-lost was the right term for it – who knows where he might be. He’d done his best to find everyone when he’d arrived: Carter, LeBeau, Newkirk, Washington and Kitch, but the results had been mixed. He’d managed to find some of their descendents, but he had to question where they were… there were no death records, but then again these… computers? Not really his thing.
“Well,” he pulled himself out of his thoughts, pulling down his bomber jacket, “wouldn’t be very nice of me to have our bandleader’s savior in my establishment and not go say hello.” He shot Maddie a wink and she chuckled.
“She had a man with her, I’d tone down the charm if I were you, Colonel.”
“Who me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With that Hogan walked off, making his rounds looking for Joey’s hero. And he found her, sitting at a booth. “The lovely Doctor Jones I presume, gracing my club once again with her presence, and what do you know, no one’s in the midst of a life threatening crisis.” He held out a hand which Martha took, smiling.
“Good evening, Mr. Hogan.”
It had been some time since Robert had been called that, while the name on his jacket read ‘Col. R. E. Hogan’ she probably thought that it was just a costume. But it was anything but. The jacket had gotten him through many a cold German winter getting civilians and military alike out of the country. Papa Bear was here. He’d looked himself up once, there were some records, but not much else. Had he been home he’d be a Brigadier General now. But things had odd ways of happening.
“Nice to see you taking us at the Allies Lounge up on our invitation.”
“Well,” she glanced at Jack. “we needed a night out. And this seemed like the perfect solution.” The smile was meant for her companion. Robert had seen such things before. His skills at reading people had gotten him far. One of the reasons he and his men had been able to carry out their operations.
He was about to say something when one of the waitresses rushed passed, almost bumping into him. Hogan reached out and grabbed her arm gently. “Careful there, Janet,” he said, not chidingly, trying to get her to be cautious. She was always rushing around. It could cause an accident.
“Sorry Colonel.” The reply was quick, with a small smile, as if she knew that she’d been caught again. Shaking his head Robert turned back to the two at the table.
Ignoring the title drop – something Martha did notice – Hogan glanced at her companion. Tall, dark. Both of them were wearing clothes that fit the club. He held out his hand to the doctor’s companion. “Robert Hogan.”