Casela now had a meeting with M Cpt Manhattan. His record impressed her and so far what she had seen didn’t give her any indication that it was “padded” to make him look competent. However, apparently he was cranky with no sleep. “Computer where is M. Cpt. Manhattan?” “M CPT MANHATTAN IS IN THE RTF OFFICE” Casela sighed, so much for putting it off for other work. What time was it now? She shrugged, it’s not like it mattered. When she was done there she had to check on Gen, take her for a physical and then find Cobb to talk to him. AND crew evals. UGH. Stupid psychological evaluations. Someone might be crazy as a fruit bat, but do a good job. Take Cobb, he was a drunk, but had the potential to be a leader willingly followed by everyone on the ship. Casela growled under her breath. Who had time for this crap?

She walked to the RTF office and rang the chime, for once, politely waiting.
Lt. Synthi-er