>>5161198You pick the wiser choice, and go to work. You sign in with
>a wink>a polite nodTo the pretty young auburn-haired secretary working behind a mesh-wire desk by the front of the military-only halls of the officer base and continue walking through. You salute several comrades down the halls- Bergman, Stanski, Lieutenant Krenski- before finally making it into the desk captain's office.
The office was, like most of the base, a low-ceilinged, off-white lit open office space with individual desks among your fellow West Company Logistics Captains from the World War- Captains Hans Stanislaw a tall, lanky bastard, Louis Eittner, a bespectacled genius who's status of conscripted POW from last war stunted his career prospects, Konrad Westinger, a hardened man who really shouldn't have been here, and yourself. A collective of Captains with a no-longer needed position, left over from the glory of last decade.
>Ah man I gotta get out of here!>Eh. It's a living. 