Carling went over to fetch Melvin, and before long the two were outside with Owl.
“His office is over this way,” Carling said, leading them away from the med tent and over to a smaller series of sturdier looking tents not too far away.
Stopping before the flap to the tent in the center, Carling rapped his knuckles on the tarp before standing back. A second or two later, a man who looked to be in his thirties appeared at the entrance.
“You brought the Richthofen killer,” he said, eyeing Melvin first, and then turning his gaze to Owl. “And I take it you’re Owl?”