Fuck.
In the elevator I think I should talk
to Max. She’d have the latest reports from the field—Tomas’s name
should be in them. They’ll be classified but she’ll let me see
them, I know she will.
I pass my office and make it halfway
down the hall before her secretary stops me. “I’m sorry, Captain
Rickert,” she starts.
She’s a cute girl, with strawberry
curls and freckles that give her a perpetual tan. The smile she
gives me says she hopes I understand, but I brush by her for the
door. “Sir, Major Keagan isn’t to be disturbed—”
“She’s expecting me,” I
lie. Damn, it gets easier each time.
I push through the door. Behind her
desk, Max stands and glares at the intrusion. Her height, a few
inches taller than my six feet, is only enhanced by her slim figure
and the long, unbroken stretch of her drab-green uniform. Add in
the heels she favors and she seems to tower over us, disapproval
raining down. “Molly?”
Then her icy blue eyes glance my way