Martin didn’t remember being helped off the plane. He didn’t remember sitting down in Bill’s office. The first thing he remembered was the shot of whiskey that he unwittingly chug-a-lugged. He tried to laugh and catch his breath at the same time.
Bill wasn’t being cruel. He had other things to do and 3:00 o’clock was fast approaching.
“You okay?” he asked as they headed for the afternoon session.
“I don’t know. I think so.”
“I’m afraid this meeting isn’t quite what we represented on the schedule.”
“Is the short notice the good news or the bad?” Martin asked.”
“Like I said, you only have to answer questions the best you can. I’ll protect you as best I can. They don’t know much, other than that you were the payload that returned and that you don’t remember everything. They also realize that they are intruding, but they need to know some things. Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah. I’m sure there is a lot at stake. I’ll have to keep some of it to myself until I understand better. But I want to help.”
“Agreed. Some may get pushy, but I can handle them.”