Warrant Officer John Benton. Born 1940s. A career soldier, by 1979, whilst holding the rank of corporal, he was recruited to a United Nations military operation, and serves as part of the operation throughout the 80s as both a Sergeant and a Warrant Officer, before retiring to become a used cars salesman in 1979.
Benton looked out the window. It had been a long time since he'd really thought about his time in UNIT. He paid attention to the news, of course, and had forbidden any of his family to leave their homes during the planets in the sky event (no-one mentioned it any more), immediately after hearing the broadcast by the Daleks. He'd also resisted fighting the Cybermen when they appeared, he knew what they could do.
Still, nowadays it was hard for him to do anything. He'd retired from the car sales for a long time now, but he still looked after it when his son, who now ran it, was on holiday. Business was slow though.
Suddenly he looked up to see a young man in a brown suit driving into the lot in a quite old car. He'd haver placed it as 19th century, but it looked new at the same time. The man parked and walked up.
"You sell cars here yes?"
"We do. Interested in one?"
"I was wondering if you were interested in my one actually."
"It looks to be in far too good condition for me to afford I'm afraid. You must take good care of it."
"You could say that. It's like new."
"I'm sorry I just couldn't afford it."
"How about this then. I'll leave it here for 5 minutes, give you the keys while I go for a walk, and if someone comes by and wants it you have my permission to sell it to them. We'll split the profits. Deal."
Benton had no idea why he'd agreed. But he had. Within 5 minutes a rich collector of Early vehicles had arrived, paid more for it than the shop had earned in 5 years. The man who'd handed him the keys never returned. He did the a letter a couple of dys later saying to keep the cash, signed with a ?
