“We’ll get around to it, Petty Officer Stawski. First let me meet the rest of the crew.” Stawski just nods and turns to start leading me on a tour, but Carla Simms steps up between us.
“I’ll do that. You go ahead and get the morning brief ready for signature.” Stawski offers another silent nod and steps toward his own desk, which I notice is cleverly located in the dead center of the office. Right. Big cheese front and center, and officers over in a dark corner. I’ll fix that shortly.
Busy cutting and pasting at a pair of Navy-issue iMacs are Petty Officers Denning and Burrows, the two Aerographer’s Mates, the weather experts and likely the real worker bees around here. Burrows is a small man with close-cropped dark hair and the hint of a mustache starting to show under his nose. He wear
