The last voyage abroad her was a truly unique experience that would stand out in his memory in a life that would prove to be full of misadventures. Marcus was less than thrilled to be going back onboard the Reeves. The destroyer had completed its repairs and was ready to transport them to Taranto Naval base to join up with the international fleet that was gathering there. Commander Williams returned to the USS Reeves in southern France. 'The Mystery surrounding the Italian Fleet.' He took the top one off the pile and it read: Upon arrival, he sat down behind his desk and put the envelope inside the top drawer. He retired back down to the record's room. "That's ok, I guess I'll try to catch him another time." Penwood answered. Would you like me to take down a message for you?" "I'm sorry, it looks like you missed him. Penwood could see it from over her shoulder. "Well, I suppose I could check to see if he already left." The secretary opened to the door to his office and found the lights off and his desk empty. A secretary intercepted Penwood on the way. He briskly walked to Admiral Ryan's office. Penwood stood there for a moment thinking before he took the money and put it back inside the envelope. Use it in any way you see fit, a small thank you in advance for soldiering on alone. I have requisitioned one-thousand dollars a month out of my research pool to pay for any expenses you may encounter until the report is complete. Enclosed is some money for your services. I've been impressed with your dedication to this project and entrust the ongoing work to your capable hands. The reasons why should become clear in time. I regret to say I will not be able to continue.
Under the money he also found a letter, it read: He opened the letter and found a wad of hundred-dollar bills.
There he found an envelope with his name on it and a stack of case files under it. However, when he went to his desk, he discovered that he was quite wrong in his assumption. Penwood grunted and figured that he must have simply beat Marcus in that morning. Penwood wandered through the dark columns of case files looking down the aisles to see if the admiral was already looking for their next folder to compile into the report. The old man had regularly beat him down there since they had started their project together. No sign of Admiral Marcus, which was strange. Penwood descended the stairs bringing him into the record's room.
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