“Ah, Commander Smith,” the man on the left said. “Let’s–(get started shall we?)”
“It’s S-my-the,” Smythe responded.
“What?”
“It’s not Smith, it’s S-my-the.”
There came a pause, giving him ample opportunity to study the men further. All three wore suits, but their bearing implied either military or at least someone who functioned within the structure often. The one to his left was the youngest and the one to probe him initially. The fact Smythe managed to throw him off would have been noted.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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