Location: London
POV: Kyle's
''Zero, establish contact with HQ I need some details on our financial situation,'' I asked whilst eating my typical British breakfast with sausages, toast, eggs, etc. ''Yes Sir!'' Zero walked out of the room to the comms area. 'So first will be a contract with Sydney Camm, the creator of the British hurricane, I need to get my hands on these blueprints!' I thought while stuffing my mouth full with toast and eggs, 'GOD! this is good food! I had only terrible porridge in prison and hard bread in the barracks.'
''Marshall, you can contact HQ in 5 minutes,'' Zero said. ''Thank you'' I replied.
I wiped my mouth with a tissue and stood up to walk towards the comms area. The comms soldier respectively left while I took the headset and mic. ''HQ?'' I ask, ''Yes, Marshall! This is HQ, you are speaking to financial director Hoffman, I heard you request financial aid in your current situation?'' Hoffman said.''I do, I need to convert 200 million RM to British pounds, for the acquisition of 50 Hurricane Aircraft for our base, also I need you to acquire Junkers Ju 52 transport planes, 20 preferable. Also, buy them on credit through the same company who is currently in use for operation Citadel.'' I Ordered Hoffman, ''Yes Marshall! Expected arrival of the British pounds is 2 days!'' Hoffman said before disconnecting. Sigh 'I need to get these aircraft before I am able to build the Me 262 jet fighter and that is still a distant dream.'
''Sir the car is ready to depart for the meeting with Sydney Camm,'' Zero reported to me. ''I will be down in a second, warm up the engine first as it is a cold day today,'' I answered. I put on the suite I bought with TUs in Munich. A full body suit with top hat and cane. I enter the car and with that, the 4 car convoy is on the move again towards the meeting place with Sydney Camm, it is at one of the oldest restaurants in London 'Rules' it is called, a very expensive place to eat.
We approached the restaurant, the guards exited first while I existed last. I was the only one to enter together with Zero, who will take a different table to sit at. 'I am the first to arrive it seems.' The table has no one sitting there yet.
I sit down and order their finest wine, I waited 10 minutes before Sydney Camm finally arrives. I stood up to shake hands, an overbearing pressure comes over Sydney Camm. He stammered a bit while saying:''I I am sorry that I am late, it was a rush hour as you can see.'' ''the name Is Kyle, Kyle White'' I said while shaking hands, he also quickly responded:''Sydney, Sydney Camm.'' ''Please take a seat, I have already ordered Red wine, or do you prefer white?'' I asked. ''Nonono, I can barely afford to eat here, please you decide.'' he said nervously,''Do not worry the Company pays,'' I said while pouring in the wine.
We had small talk, talking about happenings in the world. Japanese aggression, American Isolationism, British stance on Hitler, Germany, etc. Sydney is very knowledgeable. We ate happily the food, both enjoying it. From the outside, it looked like we were old friends catching up. But I just met one of my heroes, the one that caused England to win over the Battle of Britain, the creator of the Hurricane class Aircraft! Causing me to be a bit casual. ''As you might have noticed, I admire your Hurricane Design, and wish to purchase a copy of the design or aircraft from the company you work for.'' I finally asked while we were both sipping our tea.
Sydney was deep in thought before replying.''It is that not that I do not trust you, but what does a company need warplanes for?'' He asked curiously, ''PFFFFFF!'' I spit out my tea, almost on Sydney's face, I also started coughing.''You okay Kyle? Kyle!'' Sydney almost screamed. I put up my hand towards him showing I was fine. 'What the fuck, I totally forgot to make an excuse why a company needs fucking warplanes.' all kinds of excuses go through my head. And I find a totally awful excuse, but it was the best one from the one I come up with.
I answered his question:''You see we do airshows, and your plane is the best suited I find, it is modern and strong.'' Sydney looked bewildered before replying:'' Well I think we can sell them, but no guns can be put on them, sir. We can only sell them with guns to the government. I hope you can understand Kyle.'' ''That is fine, completely fine, I also request you use aluminium instead of canvas for the wings,'' I said feeling happy. We finished some finer details on the order and what date it would be delivered. I put the location at the supply base that would be established in a month outside of London. We shake hands ''Thank you Sydney, and if you ever need another place to work you can always contact our company, we accept you with open arms.''
I gave him a card with the outpost's address on it. ''Thank you, Kyle, I hope we can continue to do business in the future.'' He replied before putting on his coat. We both walk out of the store, Zero right behind to pay. We both went opposite directions as we waved goodbye.
Around the corner, the convoy was waiting. ''Zero, how long until the next meeting?'' I ask. ''Sir, it is planned at dinner, at 19:15, you have 5 hours until the dinner Sir, would you like me to return to the outpost?'' Zero proposed. ''No, go to a park I need to put my thoughts in order,'' I ordered Zero.
With that command, the convoy heads towards a large park, while we drive I start to think and plan for the future. 'Planes are acquired, now I need something on the seas to represent our power. I hope the CEO can agree to my proposal.'