Dave Tennan walked slowly through the streets of london with a frown on his face. Dave was late to a meeting. Dave didn't like being late.
He was dressed in a black Commando's uniform with no hat and a pair of black boots complete with a set of grey gloves.
Shouldn't have slept in so late this morning I suppose. But it was my one day off to visit with friends and now this cursed letter ruined my day.
He quickly arrived at the house where the letter had told him to go and knocked once before entering.
"John Tennan: Formally Her Majesty's Royal Commandos at your service."