Five-Minute fiction - 16:42-16:47
well, what is your actual rank. I know that in our military organization youd be a colonel, but I suspect you go by something more grandiose? General?
Thrope laughed at the thought of being a general, and was about to refute the point when the woman replied for him. Actually, Mr President, under our Outside Contractors Agreement, or O.C.A. Mr Thrope would be classified as a Commander, as I believe he is, is that not correct, Commander Thrope?
Uhhh, Thrope began somewhat taken off guard. Yes, the operators generally refer to me as Commander, though Im not sure why. My last rank in any recognized military was -
Captain, I believe, the woman said cutting him off again. But, Mr President, I am sure that while you are fascinated by the inner workings of this side of the mercenarial business you have an overly full schedule, do you not?
The President, for all his attitude and perceived power was just as helpless it seemed as Thrope was. He smiled, though it faltered slightly at the edges and extended his hand first to Thrope and then to the woman before leaving.
With the door closed the woman took the seat the President had so recently occupied and withdrew a slim
well, what is your actual rank. I know that in our military organization youd be a colonel, but I suspect you go by something more grandiose? General?
Thrope laughed at the thought of being a general, and was about to refute the point when the woman replied for him. Actually, Mr President, under our Outside Contractors Agreement, or O.C.A. Mr Thrope would be classified as a Commander, as I believe he is, is that not correct, Commander Thrope?
Uhhh, Thrope began somewhat taken off guard. Yes, the operators generally refer to me as Commander, though Im not sure why. My last rank in any recognized military was -
Captain, I believe, the woman said cutting him off again. But, Mr President, I am sure that while you are fascinated by the inner workings of this side of the mercenarial business you have an overly full schedule, do you not?
The President, for all his attitude and perceived power was just as helpless it seemed as Thrope was. He smiled, though it faltered slightly at the edges and extended his hand first to Thrope and then to the woman before leaving.
With the door closed the woman took the seat the President had so recently occupied and withdrew a slim