Holiday

[Sonja]

Speaking of Sarah, her suicide had caused untold amounts of paperwork to be dumped on to Christinas desk. Perhaps as a final up yours, or just coincidence. Who knew? Christina certainly couldnt ask those who were dead, despite her retinue of organisational abilities.

The return of Christopher Phelps had been a relief, however. Even though he only re-entered as, what, an ensign? He was definitely an asset to the Navy, and one of the few people whom Christina could have a relaxed conversation with. In fact, just the other day, she had giggled at something that he said. Phelps immediately pointed it out, and from then on, Christina had guarded herself carefully. For those that worked under her, such an action would have definitely been alien to them. Good job they were patrolling alone together, she thought.

Since the incident with the Interspace Neuralnet Department, Christina had an all-expenses-paid holiday for two waiting to be used. Part of the reason she hadnt used it was because she was eternally busy, the other part was, who would she take? She wasnt in any relationships, and who would want to go with their superior officer? She didnt really consider either of those when ordering Phelps to come along with her. That didnt really go well, as the note of absence in front of her given by the receptionist of the hotel on Curacao showed.

Usually at this point, Christina wouldve been overtaken by her anger. But who did she have to shout at here? Just civilians, mostly rich ones, who didnt understand the first thing about what it was like to run a military force. Their incessant talk of corruption and their rights would just be more infuriating, possibly leading to a confrontation between a jaw and a boot.

She would have to try to enjoy this holiday on her own. How hard could it be?