> "Your input and cooperation is not only welcomed, but greatly
> appreciated Mr. Secretary. As I said I will look into this, and I will get
> back to you and you to, Mr. President, on what I find out. If Admiral
> Booker turns out to be less than an optimal officer for the job, then
> action, swift action will be taken to rectify the situation." Now, Lasiter
> did not mean all of that. Well most of it he did, just not about the
> input.... As a career military officer he had a natural distrust for
> diplomats and politicians. The input would be taken with a grain of salt,
> after all it did come from a diplomat. The cooperation, however, would be
> met with cooperation. As a career minded, honor bound military officer he
> would show great respect to loyality to the Federation and to those that
> furthered her honorable goals.
>
> "I do not mean to chat and run, Mr. President, Mr.!
Secretary, but I promised
> I would only take up 15 minutes of your valuable time, and I have eaten up
> nearly 30." the Admiral added with a smile. "I should also get a few
> feelers out about the situation on the Romulan Border."
>
> They all stood, and the president again offered his hand. "I thank you for
> the time you spared me today, Admiral. You're doing great things with
> Starfleet. You have the administration's support."
>
>
Shaking the President's hand Lasiter bid his farewells. "Not at all, sir, and thank you sir." Then turning to the other guests of the President. "Mr. Secretary. Ms. Sinclair."
After leaving the oval office, Lasiter was silent but in a good mood. His security detail around him while he left the building. Once outside, Lasiter took a few minutes to walk in the gardens outside. He felt the need to relax, not that he was stressed from the meeting, just a general urge that he had to satisify before going back to the station. That and he wanted a peacefull place to digest just what he had heard, and what he wanted to do about it. He walked, deep in thought for about 10 minutes or so before one of his shadows broke in.
"Admiral Lasiter, sir. We should be getting back to Spacedock."
"Yes, that we should. Very well then..." Lasiter replied as he turned to follow the guards to their beam-out location. Afterall, one can not just beam anywhere they wish around the President...
Upon their arrival to SPD, the guards present snapped to attention as Lasiter came through. "Lasiter to SPD Operations. I am back on the station. Please log me as such."
That done he headed to the large conference room that was used to hold SF Command meetings....
--- Chris http://home.earthlink.net/~csalmi ICQ: 28233696
