"Commandant Chalice is not able to take your call at this time," said the holographic projection of the pretty redhead in the Marine uniform. "She will contact you at her earliest convenience, Corporal Scott."
"Thanks." Scott saluted and closed the comm channel. The redhead--Lori, one of Bern's personal assistants--vanished from the chair across the round black table from Scott, which was where her image had been projected.
With a sigh, Scott got up and left the comm booth. It hadn't surprised him that Bern wasn't available; as Marine Commandant, she was busy beyond belief. But he'd been looking forward to seeing and talking to her. It had been at least eight months since the last time they'd spoken, and he missed her. He'd had the time set aside, approved by Captain Rexis, and no
