Stan got wing commander Farrell on the wire and talked to him.
They reported to the wing commander, then shifted their things to B-7.
The wing commander opened the envelope and spread a sheaf of papers on his desk.
"wing commander Farrell wishes to speak to you, sir," he reported.
I was thinking about how wing commander Farrell will look when you plump that gun down on his desk.
The wing commander reads on his orders in the crowded mapping office.
"Perhaps you can bring one to my office not later than tomorrow night," the wing commander snapped.
"That accounts for Mrs. Elery sayin' I was workin' my nice new boy too hard," said a wing commander.
"Have two pies on my chit book," the wing commander said and smiled broadly.
The wing commander seemed interested in what Stan thought of that.