10-01-2016, 09:57 PM
If ever there were doubts about allowing women in combat, they were erased by Wolff's performance. Martin never had a strong opinion on the subject either way, despite his father's firm disapproval of the idea, but a sense of pride swelled briefly that Wolff was his subordinate. Her record and professionalism were equally impressive. The last campaign alone was worth acknowledgement, but he had to wonder how much of her success was due to sheer talent or these powers.
He eased in the chair, hands crossed, expression thoughtful as he watched her settle in.
"I'll be blunt, Wolff. I don't know what is to become of you. I am in possession of station transfer orders for you. With what has come to light, the armed forces are going to shift on their axis. I don't know if it means something as major as a new branch of service or as minor as a new string of specialists. Whatever it is, you'll be involved."
He pushed the order across the desk. The letterhead displayed the upper echelon of its origins, that of the office of Bader Koertig, General of the Army.
"Moscow, Colonel. For the foreseeable future, you're reporting to the Kremlin."
The exact date was transfer was effective in the next few days. The orders described the location and time she was expected to appear. She'd first gain the appropriate credentialing and upgraded classification access once on site. It was a major shift from her life as she knew it so far.
"I did try to find out what awaits you. The Custody of Defense is a brick wall about it, but it is likely that you'll be instrumental in molding the future of warfare as it is known."
He paused a moment, drawing a thoughtful breath. "You are one of these users, then. Show me something."
If he was afraid, the fear was buried deep.
He eased in the chair, hands crossed, expression thoughtful as he watched her settle in.
"I'll be blunt, Wolff. I don't know what is to become of you. I am in possession of station transfer orders for you. With what has come to light, the armed forces are going to shift on their axis. I don't know if it means something as major as a new branch of service or as minor as a new string of specialists. Whatever it is, you'll be involved."
He pushed the order across the desk. The letterhead displayed the upper echelon of its origins, that of the office of Bader Koertig, General of the Army.
"Moscow, Colonel. For the foreseeable future, you're reporting to the Kremlin."
The exact date was transfer was effective in the next few days. The orders described the location and time she was expected to appear. She'd first gain the appropriate credentialing and upgraded classification access once on site. It was a major shift from her life as she knew it so far.
"I did try to find out what awaits you. The Custody of Defense is a brick wall about it, but it is likely that you'll be instrumental in molding the future of warfare as it is known."
He paused a moment, drawing a thoughtful breath. "You are one of these users, then. Show me something."
If he was afraid, the fear was buried deep.