He soon noticed that he was at the meeting bay. He viewed his fellow officer, Lt. William Greer, who was a grade under him.
His close friends also knew him by his nickname, “Catfish,” the lover of seafood.

“Robert, this is surprising,” remarked Lt. Greer. “You are two minutes late, amazing.”

Lt. William Greer stood 6’5 and with a stocky build. His eyes were green, along with his brown goatee. His complexion was dark brown. He was a native of the United Country of West Africa (stemming from a 10-year war on the continent of Africa, each section was combined into one country, Central, South, East, and North Africa). Greer was a great wrestler with degrees in Physics from Penn State University in his home state (he grew up in Pittsburgh). His parents died in a car accident when he was six years old, and he was mostly raised by his grandfather, the retired Lt. General Marcus Greer.

“Sorry, Catfish, I was daydreaming, so my pace was slower,” replied Col. Harrison.

“It’s of no matter. What’s the verdict from the General?”

“Mission Assist 2.”

From Astronomical–Lt. Williams “Catfish” Greer