12-12-2013, 04:51 PM
Michael might have reminded Torri of her younger brother but only until he began laying out his preliminary thoughts. He was reserved, sharp, and professional. And clearly used to getting his own way. Or laying out his own way and leaving everyone behind to decide whether or not they'd follow him. He didn't strike her as the kind of person to care about mainstream opinions. How did somebody like that become embraced by CCD upper echelons anyway? It grated. Torri may be impressed but that didn't mean she had to trust him. Even if she had been told to trust him. For now, however, she was going to make the conscious decision to take his advice, but it didn't mean she had to like it.
His first suggestion stiffened Torri's already taut posture. On one hand it made some sense. Peace missions and an iron fist didn't exactly match up philosophically. Although in her mind, peace was only as strong as the military enforcing it.
On the other hand, her frown deepened. He had been looking at the captain for that last part. So, Torri wasn't sure which of their lives depended on the missiom's success. Hers or Zokoskev.
The fact that Michael thought his was in danger gave her little comfort. She did not want to imagine what would become of them should they fail. Military tribunals were not pleasant events in the Custody.
"Fine. I have a list of objectives that need decisions. I'll leave these with you."
She got up, absently tugging on the lower hem of her uniform jacket. The next few moments were occupied with the transfer of documents to Michael's level of clearance. "I'll expect a draft of your proposal by 2000 hours."
She glanced at Zokoslev, nodded and turned to leave.
His first suggestion stiffened Torri's already taut posture. On one hand it made some sense. Peace missions and an iron fist didn't exactly match up philosophically. Although in her mind, peace was only as strong as the military enforcing it.
On the other hand, her frown deepened. He had been looking at the captain for that last part. So, Torri wasn't sure which of their lives depended on the missiom's success. Hers or Zokoskev.
The fact that Michael thought his was in danger gave her little comfort. She did not want to imagine what would become of them should they fail. Military tribunals were not pleasant events in the Custody.
"Fine. I have a list of objectives that need decisions. I'll leave these with you."
She got up, absently tugging on the lower hem of her uniform jacket. The next few moments were occupied with the transfer of documents to Michael's level of clearance. "I'll expect a draft of your proposal by 2000 hours."
She glanced at Zokoslev, nodded and turned to leave.