The pilot was in the half-empty cafeteria, shoveling down her breakfast. She paused to take a long drag on her cigarette, and saw an intern leading a nervous looking young man in. The intern caught her eye, and she waved him over. The two men threaded their way through the tables. She quickly downed a swig of orange juice, and stood just as they reached her.
“Major Pari Bhatnagar,” the intern said while bowing slightly, “May I present Jal Khambatta; Mister Khabatta, may I present Major Bhatnagar.” She shook the young man’s hand.