Howard's jaw dropped, his eyes darting to the screen that had the word JARVIS appear inside a ring, and staring.
"Jarvis?" He couldn't believe his ears. It had been only a couple of months ago that his buddy and he had picked up a set of plans, making it out of the paddock only by the skin of their teeth, and picking up a few low flying birds and high flying branches on their way across the German border and back to the Allied airfield. The two of them had then spent the night on the town, celebrating as they had each time they'd managed to sneak through the barrage fire. "You old son of a gun! How the devil did you get involved in all this?" He didn't realise how much of a relief it was to hear at least a familiar voice in all of ... this.