Protocol 1337 by D. Henbane

Author:D. Henbane [Henbane, D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B006XN662Y
Goodreads: 14624641
Published: 2012-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Up A Creek

The morning comes fast and I drag my exhausted self to Cox's office. I grab some coffee along the way and then open the door. I see doc is already busy for the day, dressed in his white lab coat, and safety glasses. He is wearing a green turtle neck sweater underneath his lab coat. I walk over to him and peel the neck of it back. A few dark purple marks adorn his neck. “Looks like both of us had an interesting night.” I say.

Cox's face turns bright red in embarrassment. He tries to play it off by pretending to work faster. I chuckle a little and give myself an imaginary pat on the back. Operation Nerd Outreach was a true success. The phone rings and Cox answers it. “Haus, General Stratton wants to see you in his office.”

I walk across the base giving a wink to Shirley to let her know I am here. I sit down outside the Generals office and think to myself what this might be about. I know darn good and well what it is about. Someone saw me last night, and I am about to get a one way ticket out of here. General Stratton opens his door and invites me inside. As he closes the door behind him, he motions for me to take a seat.

“I’m going to get right to the point. We both know why you are here. It goes without saying that the military doesn’t take kindly to soldiers who engage in dangerous behavior.” Stratton explains. As the sweat begins to bead up on my forehead, I digest each word that comes out of his moth. I shift around in my chair nervously and wish he would just get on with it.

“You sure did a hell of a job last night. Luckily for Trixie, you happen to find her. Just imagine what would have happened had she tried to drive home. The town isn’t very happy to have us in town and a DUI by a commanding officer would have created a PR nightmare for me. I would like to personally thank you, soldier, for a job well done. Then again, from the breeding stock you come from, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Stratton says as he offers a congratulatory handshake.

“Excuse me sir, I don’t know anything about breeding stock. I never met my father and my mother isn’t anything special.” I reply.

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