The News
Commander Phoenix looked out of the tinted window in his office. He could see the leaves of all visible trees drooping. He glanced at the clock. It was exactly twelve 'o' clock. 'Good that the weather is so sultry and humid. No wonder then that people have stuck to their offices,' he mused. Pleasing Commander Phoenix was a tough job. He was a hard task master and had a no nonsense approach. But that afternoon he was a happy man. Before he could mull over the file on his table, the phone rang. "Hello." "Hi Phoenix, it is me Winget this side." Commander Winget was head of a collocated unit. Unlike Commander Phoenix, Commander Winget was quite vocal about his thoughts and had a great sense of humour. In spite of their individual differences both worked in tandem. "Hey Winget, it is so unlike you to call at this time!" Commander Phoenix was truly surprised receiving the call. "I know you must