walking quickly, he fell in step beside the Flight Lieutenant, as they headed for the barracks. Opening the door the two of them entered, several of the occupants looking up at their appearance.

"Right there chaps?" Hughes said
Most of them nodded, except one who eyed them warily before leaving out the other end.
"Don't mind Flight Lieutenant Griggs, he doesn't like Australians much. Can't say I know why. Give us a look at your orders."
James mutely handed them over, trying to quell his curiosity about the others in the room. He kept his eyes on the wall.
"Looks like you're with my flight, lucky. One thing, stick to my tail like glue. You may just see out the sortie...maybe. Understand?" Hughes looked at him sharply.
"Y - yes sir" James stammered. Hughes nodded smartly and left him behind. Taking a deep breath James turned to face the rest of his squadron...