The door to the ready room
closes and Captain Martinez turns and sets the privacy settings before turning
back to Sergeant Pembrook.
"Sit down
Sergeant." Martinez motions to a chair
before heading for the drinks dispenser. "Drink?"
"No, thank you
Sir." He replies, raising the now cold cup of coffee. "I'm
good."
"Very well."
Martinez says as he mixes his own drink. Silence reigns as he takes his time
adding creamer and sugar. "I wonder Michael, how you thought I'd take you
swearing like an old time Maritime Sailor in one of my briefings. That mouth of
yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days." Turning, he
makes his way back to his chair. Leaning back he grins at his old friend.
"Actually, hasn't it already gotten you into trouble before?" Sipping
at his drink he chuckles. "Remember China?"
Sergeant Pembrook grimaces
"Oh please that was just as much your fault as mine Sebastian." Ha
says as he sips at the cold coffee. "Blegh. I forgot how rancid cold
coffee is." Getting up he refills the mug with hot water. Taking a sip, he
sighs. "Better. If I remember it right if you hadn't gotten up on your
high horse we could have walked right out of there."
"Walked? Oh really? You
can walk on a broken leg now can you?" Captain Martinez asks. "Not to
mention it was that mouth of yours that got us into the damn fix in the first
place. When are you going to learn that there's a time and a place?" He
asks rising to his feet, hands planted on the table as he leans towards
Pembrook. "And a god damned meeting full of your superiors is not the time
for your brain to short circuit into fucking grunt mode! Do. You. Understand.
Me. Sergeant?"
Sergeant Pembrook
straightens, his right arm unconsciously half raising to salute. Yes Sir.
I'll...Try."
"See that you do
Sergeant because our friendship only gets you so much leeway before I throw
your irreverent ass in the brig. Dismissed."
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