John was a veteran military pilot. He had no general aviation experience. He stated, "Boss, I've got center frequency. You try to help this guy." John wiggled the headset back into his ear, allowing me to use the speakers to monitor the situation. I nodded.
Apparently, Augusta was the destination of the pilot. The controller began to ask the standard questions. How many souls on board? "One" was the answer. How much fuel is available? "Two and a half hours" was the response. And then the circumstances became more interesting. The controller, not quite grasping the maneuvering capability of the airplane, asked the only logical question. "Say your intentions?"