Forty-Three
Justice felt like a child walking next to Lieutenant Anderson. A formidable sight in his black body armour, the stern expression in his dark brown eyes created an air of aloofness echoed by the rigid set of his expression. He obviously shared his captain’s opinion of her and she was tempted to tell him he’d got it all wrong. But even if she could sway Anderson’s thinking, he still had to follow orders.
It was Captain Wilson’s mind she had to change. Not an easy task, but she had to try. With a touch of misgiving, she stepped inside the captain’s office, her unease increasing when Anderson remained outside and closed the door behind her.
Wilson sat at her desk, an icy expression upon her face. Justice sat in the chair in front of the desk and, rather than wait for the other w
