After Lasiter's little gathering with Brennan, and the scotch that was included, the CinC called his office to inform them that he would be working from his quarters for the rest of the day. He wanted to let the effects fo the real liquor wear off, and get a few things done at the same time. After a good teeth brushing, Samuel began work at his desk. Reading reports, attending to coorespondence, and the other mundain things that an officer of his position was required to do. At least until... TBC...
