> The mini-mob headed to the canteen on the first floor. It was little more than a >large coffee shop, with freshly made baked goods and a wide variety of coffees >and teas. It was more remenissent of Seattle than San Fran, but no one >complained. Especially on those long shifs.... Lasiter was seen by everyone >there, which was part of the reason for coming. He wanted people to see him. >See him walking around and doing things that were ordinary. That would help >install confidence in the troops. It would also make it to the press corps and to >the fleet that the CinC was well and in charge.
A young female officer approached the group-she was teary-eyed but she came to rarod-straight attention, "Lieutenant Cadry requesting Permission to speak candidly to the Commander-in-Chief, sir." *sniff* _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
