Chapter 7Iflicked up the hologram. I figured this particular battle problemmight be beyond the capacities of General Lee, General Rommel andOsceola. So I called up Admiral Ruger Seagrave, one of the finestmilitary minds of the mid-22ndcentury. He appeared in his black uniform with the silver badges ofmerit and bravery. He was a tall man, about six-five, withsteel-grayeye and a distinctive baritone. You could look at him and tell hehadfought his fair share of aliens.
“AdmiralSeagrave. How are you?”
“Doingwell. Still fighting the good fight, Logan.”
“Youmight say so. You have analyzed our current situation?”
“Ihave. You keep finding yourself in unique and dangerous situations,major.”
“Yes,I’m going to try to work on that. I might consider retirementagain. I’ll work on my golf swing. But
