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The illusion of peace
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The secretary acknowledged the colonel and set about entering a number of commands into a holo-screen projected across his glass table. "If you will wait, colonel, I'll tell you when you can enter the Major General's office."

Inside, the notification that Wolff had arrived popped up on Martin's work station. With one last glance at his orders, he minimized all open screens with a swipe through the air and replied to the secretary that she was to be shown in.

It was only a few minutes that Col Wolff had to wait. The secretary, ignorant of the reason for the visit, showed the Colonel to the MG's office. He opened the door for her, saluted briefly and retreated.

Major General Stanko was a fit man in his fifties with salt sprinkled through trim black hair. He was clean shaven, although he would have been allowed a regulation-style beard but had never been fond of them. His wife also preferred a smooth jaw. A picture of his family, including his wife and two sons, both military, was one of multiple images decorating the office. Awards, acknowledgements, even a Master's degree were also displayed on the walls.

She was as he recalled seeing her last. Her choice in formal attire was the correct one. Despite new lenses through which he viewed her, Martin was impassive, but professional. Never seen was warm or particularly welcoming, neither was he apprehensive or cold. Merely direct.

"Colonel Wolff. Come in. Sit." He gestured at a chair and returned any salute she might have offered. "You've no doubt anticipated the reason you are here."
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