=/\= Lance Malone. Please Report to Captain Glen in his Ready Room =/\=

Lance made his way to the CO’s ready room, it felt like his academy days when he got called to the Principals office to explain whatever prank had come out of the labs and gone awry this week.

He brushed off his uniform, righted most of his insignia. He looked as smart as he was going to. Nila used to laugh and call him a scruff bag, she wasn’t wrong, but right now it made him feel self conscious.

He really had no idea what the captain could want with him, other than the secret fungus racing he’d been trying to stay out of trouble.

He hit the door chime and waited till it opened and stepped in.

“You wanted to see me Sir.....” He said stopping himself before he could utter the phrase I can explain everything. That always gave the game away.

“Yes, please,” Glen replied, “Sorry to have taken you away from your free time, but I wanted to get all my problems sorted out before we are given a new mission… Would you like a drink? I have a bottle of a Single Malt Irish Whiskey here that Joe Milligan gave me? I don’t like drinking alone.”

Glen poured himself a glass anyway, and waited for confirmation before pouring a second glass.

“You seem a little nervous, and I’m not sure why? You’ve been on the ship for a month or so now, so tell me in your own words what you think you have done for the Merrimack and how much success you were able to drive in the last mission?” Glen asked.

• Glen, CO