It was the morning after the medal ceremony, and Cochrane was in his office. Instead of the usual report reviews and such, the Captain of the Manhattan was leaned back in his chair looking out of the window as the stars streaked past. His brow was furrowed, and his thoughts centered around a single figure. Now that they had (for the time being) dealt with the fake Intel Officer and managed to not get Calloway killed in the process, Cochrane was thinking about how the situation had been handled up to that point…

And it didn’t make him happy. Oh, he was relieved by the final outcome… but there were issues that needed to be sorted. Without looking he reached over and pressed the comms.

=/\= Lieutenant Wyatt to the Ready Room, please. =/\= he said flatly; and continued to look out the window.

Cochrane, CO