Starfleet Command, Earth.

Lt. jg. Remington stepped into the reception office of Adm. Roebuck with hand written file stuffed with papers under his arm.

This is it. There’s no going back after this. I’m either going to get the posting I want or the admiral will have me thrown in the brig, or worse yet, sent to the Wolverine. Rumor has it that troublemakers, people Command want to silence get sent to the Wolverine, and there’s two ways to get off the Wolverine-go AWOL or get killed. Neither of those two options were in his future plans.

He approached the reception desk in the outer office with a confident smile on his face.

The receptionist looked up and smiled. “Good morning, Lt. How can I help you?”

“I’m Lt. j.g Icarus Remington, here to see Adm. Roebuck,” he replied.

“I’m sorry, Lt. but I don’t see your name in his appointment book. I could schedule you in for. . . . next Thursday, at 1300 hours.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’m sure he’ll want to speak with me now. Just tell him it’s about the ARU.”

“Again, I’m sorry, Lt. but the admiral is very busy and–“

“ARU, ma’am. Please. He’ll see me.”

The receptionist finally gave in to his request, knowing full well she was going to get reprimanded by the admiral the next time he called her into his office. With a look of resignation, she dailed Roebuck’s office line. =^=I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but there is a Lt. Remington here to see you. He said to mention the ARU. . . . yes, sir, A R U. . .yes, sir, right away.=^=

Turning back to Icarus, she said, “Adm. Roebuck will see-----“

But Icarus was already heading for the door. “Thanks, darlin’. I knew you could convince him to see me.”

He opened the door and strode confidently toward the desk on the other side of the room. “Admiral Roebuck, I’m Lt. jg. Remington, Starfleet Intelligence, and have I got an offer for you. . . “

Remington (future CIO)