Glen buzzed at Commandant Bradbury’s office once more. The lectures were now over and he had a day before his flight to Paris. He had thought long and hard about the Commandant’s request, and he had come to a decision on the inspection. He could make time to see Red Squad before his flight left, and he would tell the Admiral he would do it.

Bradbury’s voice from inside called out =/\= Enter! =/\=

Turning around behind his desk Bradbury looked like he had not slept in a while plus like he had just been crying as he dabbed at his eyes with a small cloth. “..Ah captain hello what can I do for you?” he asked.

“It’s nothing that can’t wait. If I’ve come at a bad time then I could come back,” replied Glen. Glen didn’t wish to pry into personal matters, but the Commandant’s recent behaviour was certainly certainly cause for some concern.

Glen, CO