"Don't you tell me to calm down, Ensign, I gave you a direct order. Raise Richmond Station and get me whoever the hell is in charge of the SA now." yelled an irate Admiral Adamson.
"Sir, I will but you must calm down..." replied the Ensign weakly.
"Does it say Admiral anywhere on my uniform?" the Admiral snapped back. Giving up the medical officer retreated to the corner and moments later came back with a remote comm pad.
"Thank you, Ensign. Now go help some of the other men." Adamson keyed in his pesonal ident code and in seconds the screen was filled with the image of a balding Master Sergent in a crisp uniform.
"Admiral this line is unsecure, how can I help you?" he said flatly. The Admiral was unphased.
"Get me whoever is in charge there asap Sergent. This is important"
"I'm sorry sir but Admiral Phelps is currently unavailable. I can put you through to his desk if you like." returned the Sergent. The mention of Phelps momentarily caught Adamson off guard. When did he come back he wondered. This would make this that much more difficult. Oh well he thought, there was nothing to be done about it now.
"Sergent get me the Dock Chief..."
<span style="color:#CCCCCC">"BOLT FROM THE HEAVENS"
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"Nobody ever won a war by dying for his country, you win wars by making the sorry SOB's die for theirs!"