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.He was okay.Maybe she could find some opportunity toget together with him this weekend.She had been tentatively turning over aplan in her head for a couple of days now, and the chemistry between the twoof them was good enough that it just might work.If she could play to hisdesire for variety by using different places throughout the office as propsfor sex, it was just possible that she could either get him to take her intothe areas she couldn't otherwise reach that she could somehow or swipe his IDcard and spoof the biometrics.She flipped through the morning traffic on her PDA while trying to mull therelative advantage of forcing the coffee down a sip at a time, or waiting andchugging it when nobody was looking.Hell, nobody was looking now, and it wasprobably marginally less awful hot.A moment later she regarded the empty cupwith satisfaction, trying not to wince at the slightly sour aftertaste.The awards report had come through from first battalion on Dar Ent.Dammit, whose Cheerios didSimkowicz piss in? Lost records my ass."Buckley, send a full and complete copy of the Simkowicz 201 file toPersonnel, copied to Payroll, with a full and complete copy of his career payrecords.Code it as coming from General Beed.State that the general urgentlydesires that this matter be cleared up by no later than sixteen hundred today,and that if this is not possible, to please reply immediately indicating thespecific reasons for the delay and the specific individuals responsible.Copythe entire mess to General Franklin's AID.Shoot the AID, Lisa, a private memoexplaining that she can use her judgment about whether to show it to her bossif the name doesn't finally light a fire under those assholes.Four monthsbehind my ass."A few minutes later, as she walked back down the hall to get Beed's morningprintouts, Pryce was coming the other way, headed back to his office fromsomewhere.She didn't stop, but passed him just a little too close, turning sothat her breast brushed his arm as he walked past.There was a spring in herstep as she bounced down the hall for the stupid paper.Suddenly, she feltlike whistling.Page 145 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html* * *Stewart ducked into his office, squashing the simultaneous desires to curseand grin.He also needed to think about something else for a minute to returnhis silks to a presentable state.Unfortunately, it looked like Sinda mightnot turn out to be a very good liar.That was careless.Not surprising,really.She was a bit of a ditz.Not that she didn't make up for it in her ownway.She was warm, and had a great work ethic, and he shook his head as herealized he'd been staring at the same spot on his office wall for who knewhow long.The point was that she was a ditz.But a fun one.And he reallyneeded to think of, say, the steps in the process of fitting a new ACS suit toa troop.It had been long enough ago that it required just the right amount ofconcentration to remember the steps that is, a lot.Finally, he was ready to go talk to that slimy sonofabitch excuse for ageneral officer.Think lieutenant.Fresh-faced, eager, klutzy Lieutenant Pryce, first lieutenant as proof thatGod really does have a sense of humor.He tripped over the threshold on hisway out the door, just for practice, and noticed that Sinda not only could seehis door from her desk, but was actually watching him, with a rather dazedexpression on her face.Boy, why you are getting hung up on a complete,incredible, total ditz, I do not know.This simple lieutenant role must begoing to your brain.Okay, so it's not my brain I'm thinking with.Whup!".after the boot area is fitted, the suit nannites must be induced tobegin the undergelling process."He walked into the general's office, stumbling slightly over his feet andgrinning internally at Beed's slight flush of frustrated anger.He came toattention in front of the desk as the door slid shut behind him."Our source has been in contact again.He's offering more information forsale," the general said."Who are they sending to meet him?"As if I didn't know."He's here.I can't meet him tonight.You'll have to make the meet.Here's theaddress.Memorize it." He extended a sheet of paper and waited while Stewartstared at the paper for a few moments, taking it back and tucking it into hisdesk."Do not fuck this up, Lieutenant," Beed said grimly.Yeah, like you have a real excuse for slacking, asshole.If Mister Jones is onTitan, I wonder who else is on Titan? This is the first indication we'vegotten that our strategy might actually be working.God, I look forward torelieving this bastard.For Sinda's sake if nothing else."Yes, sir.Will that be all, sir?""Make sure you come back with something good, Pryce.I don't need to tell youthat right now we've got jack squat on this mission, and that does not lookgood.A good OER on a mission like this could be a great asset to the careerof a young officer.Dismissed."You prick."Yes, sir." Pryce saluted, executing a wobbly about face and leaving beforehis façade cracked.Maintaining cover was getting to be harder than he hadexpected.* * *Friday, June 14, eveningThe sake bar served a certain class of Fleet junior officers.While theestablishment was on the no-go list for Fleet Strike personnel, other than MPsin the line of duty, Stewart's task tonight fully justified the civilianclothing he was wearing, and his military haircut was common among freighterweenies, anyway
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